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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
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