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Thursday 14 February 2008
I want to get a copy of this book. Wonder if they have it in any of the bookstores in Manila. I'm a sucker for love letters. I still keep the ones I've managed to receive in all my 24 years of existence. Yes, even the one I got from this boy in grade school who misspelled my name in two different ways: Trisha. Forgivable. Two sentences later, Trishia. Anuba! I remember feeling kilig over it despite the fact that people misspelling my name has always been a pet peeve of mine. How difficult is it to spell TRICIA?! Anyway, he was the class crush. I remember being hopelessly smitten. Today, I barely find him tolerable. I guess like wine, taste in men only comes better with age. Hahaha. I know. I am evil. I love it. Speaking of evil, I had a schadenfreude moment last night. Felt a sense of satisfaction over someone's misery. I know. Evel Knievel. Oh well, I'm only human. Maybe I'll be in a kinder state tomorrow. Today I'm letting the inner biatch come out and play. >:) Labels: books, love letters
posted by Anonymous @ 15:57 1 Comments:
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I can't help but place a comment. I also collected love letters from as far back as my high school and college days. Then in an impish delight, i used a red marker pen to underline, encircle, and put x marks on all the grammar mistakes my suitors make. The best love letters (meaning the most mistakes and funny sentences) are placed in scrapbooks in all their unedited glory.
I think this may have paved my road to collecting those damn strange and fun signs early in my adult stage (www.witerary.com). I just can't stop myself. :-)