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Ahhhh... finally, back online.
This must be bad. I was undergoing withdrawal symptoms from being offline.
So, I kept texting my Wireless Journal during the break. You can make your own WJ. It's like my mobile blog. :)
Ugh!
I really need to get out of the city.
(And I'm sure several people will laugh in disbelief when they read that previous line.)


STAR BOY

Check out who got included in list of Stars who will shine in 2002!
hahahahah! Way to go, Brandie!

Brandie Tan, art director, BBDO : Francis Bernard G. Tan more popularly known as Brandie (that's Brandie with ie) is made of really strong stuff. A graduate of Fine Arts from the University of the Philippines Diliman and an alumnus of Fine Arts Advertising in the Academy of Art College in San Franciso, this art director for BBDO is young and brilliant. On his first trip to Cebu recently, he brought home two gold, three silver and five bronze prizes from the 2001 Araw Advertising Awards. Did we happen to mention that he is only 24 years old? Expect this guy to move and shake the advertising industry in the future.


Meanhwhile, in the funny pages...

Some interesting comic book articles at KAKOSA.COM.

Paolo Manalo talks about the local comic book scene.

Marco talks about Angel Ace. Of course!





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