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By the time I post this GLOBE XTM would have already been launched. GLOBE XTM is the name for Globe’s new GPRS services that allows you to send text messages 480 characters long and lets you email with your GRPS-capable cellphone.

I joined in and helped out in writing the comic book which will be inserted in newspapers, magazines, and given away everywhere. They are supposedly printing several hundred thousand copies to be disturbed nationwide. That would be make it the highest circulating comic book I’ve ever written.

Another factoid: the GLOBE XTM comic book is the first comic book I’ve written ever since Batch72. Crazy, huh?

The artist of the book is Ian Sta. Maria, who was one of the inkers of Batch72. When we went through the script of the second story, he commented, “Parang Batch72, ah.” And that struck me… in a good and bad way. I find it funny that someone can actually say that a particular story is like a Batch72, like it’s become some trademark style that can actually be identified. It also made me think about all the other Batch72 stories that been running in my head but never get to write down. And the bad thing is, some of the characters don’t “talk to me” anymore. After I publish No.3, I don’t know if I’ll continue to write B72. I hope to do other stories, and maybe, one day, visit that college campus in that alternate universe and see what the band is up to. I hope to publish No. 3 before the year ends.

Anyway, for the meantime, you can go read GLOBE XTM. Hope you like it.




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