Dear Ramon Bautista,
I’ve had your book even before it was turned into a movie. Then I forgot that I had that book and only remembered when posters about the movie came out. That made me hesitant about reading the book—not because it was turned into a movie—but I planned to read it just when the movie came out. I did not want to buy another book to read because, if I did, I’d come home with more books than I ought to. And that would be a bigger problem.
So I braved reading the book in public.
All the while, I thought it would be filled with essay-type entries. Turns out, it was a variety of Q&A from your many followers. And while I understand that this is just merely a view into your world at formspring, I still wonder how you feel every time you encounter a question that had the same core as many others before it. Besides the redundancy, did you ever feel any déjà vu whenever you answered them?
While I appreciate pictures, whenever I see yours, all I could remember is this girl friend of mine. She used to be in your class and she was head-over-heels in love with you. She gushed about you on Facebook every single time. And when you interviewed her for that show of yours—though she botched that up—that encounter made her year.
Your book was entertaining.