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i usually hate pocketbooks. my aunt and my sisters used to pile those corny stuffs in my study table when i was younger. i would love to see them got teared of by my dog or my little cousins. not so long ago, those unimportant publications in our little house could not fit into the ref and washing machine boxes. i could brave a few pages of mystery, science-fiction stories and some of the bestsellers but never the romance oriented literatures.

i don’t know maybe it’s just a state of mind, some of my favorite books have pocketbook releases. example, i would rather read da vinci code in pc monitor even if it pains my tantalizing eyes than open the pages of that little bulky book.

i would like to thank my drinking buddy, journalist john bello, for introducing black lace collections pocketbooks to this sick man. it provides a therapy if not a cure to my illness. understanding how women really think is indeed interesting even if it would be written in clay tablets, my friends enteng, tacho, john (and most especially those that i failed to name) would flex muscle with me reading those thoughts.