I'm now at the Power Plant at a place called Paperclips, where they have internet rental, and thank God for that.
Waiting for the others to arrive, going to watch JURASSIC PARK 3.
Across from Paperclips is a Dunkin Donuts. Got some coffee and donuts before walking over here. While munching on my Choco Caramel Donut and sipping on their not-so-strong brewed, I couldn't help but think about all those nights we spent in Dunkin or Mr. Donuts during the mid-90s. We usually ended up there after a movie where we talked about movie, other movies, comic books, and came up with many fantastic and inane stories that will never see print.
The people in the Alamat mailing list were talking about meeting up and having a tambayan. Gerry was the one who mentioned about CyebrCafe, that it was almost a guarantee that every Saturday there would be at least two Alamat people in that cafe.
God, I miss those days (and nights and early mornings).
But life goes on and so do we.
Last night, we were at a friend's place having a little despedida party for them. One of the guys came, had a quick bite with us, and had to go because his girl was waiting for him. As he stood up to leave, I asked him for the 25 words or less update on his life, and he told us that he was rushing to pick "her" up because they're going up to Baguio. And I said, "And then?" as if expecting something more. And Brandie joked, "What? What about comic books?!"
Indeed, I don't think I should place my bets on either Taps or Bow working with me on a comic book in the near future.
The best thing that can possible happen is that some bug will bite them one day and they'll be so obsessed with this story that they just have to write it, draw it and one day they'll just show me this 300-page graphic novel ready for printing. One day...
Dave is still amazed that I persist ni trying to get Bow and/or Taps to do a comic book story. And I tell him that I just have to keep trying.
I still sometimes can't get used to the fact that we (this group, my friends) will not always be able to hang-out together. My workload just keeps me busy enough to not noticed at certain times. And I'm just glad on those Sundays when i am able to meet up with some of them.
Gone are the days of the big gatherings at my house (or anybody elses house).
Anyway, I can see the exit out of memory lane... making my turn now... cya later...
Waiting for the others to arrive, going to watch JURASSIC PARK 3.
Across from Paperclips is a Dunkin Donuts. Got some coffee and donuts before walking over here. While munching on my Choco Caramel Donut and sipping on their not-so-strong brewed, I couldn't help but think about all those nights we spent in Dunkin or Mr. Donuts during the mid-90s. We usually ended up there after a movie where we talked about movie, other movies, comic books, and came up with many fantastic and inane stories that will never see print.
The people in the Alamat mailing list were talking about meeting up and having a tambayan. Gerry was the one who mentioned about CyebrCafe, that it was almost a guarantee that every Saturday there would be at least two Alamat people in that cafe.
God, I miss those days (and nights and early mornings).
But life goes on and so do we.
Last night, we were at a friend's place having a little despedida party for them. One of the guys came, had a quick bite with us, and had to go because his girl was waiting for him. As he stood up to leave, I asked him for the 25 words or less update on his life, and he told us that he was rushing to pick "her" up because they're going up to Baguio. And I said, "And then?" as if expecting something more. And Brandie joked, "What? What about comic books?!"
Indeed, I don't think I should place my bets on either Taps or Bow working with me on a comic book in the near future.
The best thing that can possible happen is that some bug will bite them one day and they'll be so obsessed with this story that they just have to write it, draw it and one day they'll just show me this 300-page graphic novel ready for printing. One day...
Dave is still amazed that I persist ni trying to get Bow and/or Taps to do a comic book story. And I tell him that I just have to keep trying.
I still sometimes can't get used to the fact that we (this group, my friends) will not always be able to hang-out together. My workload just keeps me busy enough to not noticed at certain times. And I'm just glad on those Sundays when i am able to meet up with some of them.
Gone are the days of the big gatherings at my house (or anybody elses house).
Anyway, I can see the exit out of memory lane... making my turn now... cya later...