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I-Makoto Shinkai natin ang moment na 'to"Bilanggo, sa rehas na gawa ng puso mo," Joohyun crooned with wild abandon as the melange of smoke and melancholia filled the dingy joint in Manila at 11:59 pm.
In a minute - a mere 60 seconds - her last day as Mrs. Choi will be over.
They have both signed the divorce papers.
And she's here - singing the most hurtful songs she can think of as she tried to drink the last nine years away of their relationship.
The movies and the mania and the novels all lied, apparently - their love died not because of the 7-year itch.
It ended on the 8th. They defied the cliché only for the cliché to tell them right away - joke's on you.
"Ano ba 'yan Joohyun, kitang-kita henerasyon na pinanggalingan mo sa kinakanta mo a," Joy snided.
"Puwede naman 'yung kahit sandaliiii na wasak song ng December Avenue o kaya 'yung kay Moira, Paubaya."
"O kaya mamili ka sa discography ng Ben&Ben," Wendy piped.
"Ba't ba, e classic 'yang Bilanggo ng Rizal Undergound," Joohyun said, slurring.
She then stood up. "Di ba, di ba, classic 'yun?" She shouted, pointing aggessively, desperately to the other patrons of the bar.
"Joohyun, mare, umupo ka na, mga bagets 'yan, walang kakampi sa 'yo," Joy told her, failing to hold back her laughter.
"Meron 'yaaan, meron 'yaan," she said, voice angry, desperate and hoarse.
"Kakampihan kita," someone suddenly said.
Joohyun almost broke her neck as she spun a
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