Last year for my friend Flisha’s 30th birthday, I wrote this on the card I sent her:
So I decided to go old school and send you an actual card for your 30th. How many of these things do you get these days, right? They’ve become so rare that maybe someday they’d be obsolete that having one in your possession would be like having a… well, an antique or an old painting, and you would display them on your walls or inside a glass case with a fully-equipped alarm to prevent robbers from stealing them and fencing them on the market for thousands or millions of dollars.
And every time you have guests over for tea or a social function or whatever, you would lead them to the glass case or frame or whatever housing this card and say, “Now this, this was a card that I got from my friend Dee for my thirtieth birthday. It’s the most expensive one in my collection because as you know, she became very famous, even more so after she died a mysterious tragic death.” (Wait a minute, why did it get so ambitious then suddenly morbid, all in one breath?)
The thought of all those people who will see this card… pressure! I must be eloquent! I must move them to tears! I must… Okay, I am getting carried away. As usual.
Yes, I write weird things like that on actual letters to people. And yes, I sometimes wonder why people stay friends with me.
But anyway, if someday, what I said about actual cards did come true, then I present to you… my treasure trove!
My treasure trove |
My favorite note is this one from one of our bosses because he listed down the things they’ll miss about me, in bullet points, like a boss. Haha!
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This post is part of the A to Z Challenge, a blog hop that goes through the alphabet for all the days of April except Sundays. I have decided to go with the theme of Alliterations.