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Back at the office. Attended the wedding reception of Jovic and Steph. Went with Moy and Dundee. (Moy made the wedding cake.) Met some high school and college batchmates. Found out that one of them owns a comic book shop that specializes in ordering back issues. (More info about them soon.) He also mentioned that some of our batchmates who used to draw/illustrate now want to work on whatever project and get something published somewhere. Hmmm... must meet up with them soon. One of those batchmates that he was talking about is Oliver Isabedra, who did pencils from Entity Comics' ASTER... the same comic book that introduced such talents as Gerry Alanguilan, Leinil Francis Yu, and Jay Anacleto. Back then, they were just names. Now... they are legends! he he he

Anyway, I don't really know what Oliver wants to do, but it would be interesting to see his works again. When he started drawing, he had that George Perez-style going. Last time I saw his sketches, he was getting into Marc Silverstri. Which makes me wonder what his style has evolved to now. Will find out soon, I hope.

Today, Saturday, will be attending and be one (of three) Best Men in Mark&Petite's wedding. I think this is going to be the first time the whole group will be together again. The last time this happened was Dang&Doris' wedding. It will be, absolutely, fun! :)

Oh yeah... finally got my barong from the same place the other two Best Men got their barongs. Wowel texted the wrong name of their tailoring shop, so when I tried to look for it, I ended up in a place that sold Sto.Ninos (which might provided me with a more interesting outfit to wear). Eventually found the place and got it.

Hope to wake up early enough later to get a haircut and other errands done.

We were joking around last night that after the reception we'll all head to Area51 and finally win that Azure Tower campaign in Warcraft 3!

So, I'm outta here.

Gnite.












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