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the dead-tree editions






TRESE is now available in the following stores:

COMICS ODYSSEY
3rd Floor Extension Mall
Robinson's Galleria, Ortigas
(near Red Ribbon)

COMIC QUEST
Basement, Bldg. A
SM Megamall

DRUID's KEEP
3rd Floor, Gateway Mall
Magallanes, South Super Highway

In case you don't see it on the shelves, just ask the friendly people behind the counter.

Also available:

THE LAST DATU

Story by Kajo Baldisimo and Budjette Tan
Script by Budjette Tan
Art by Kajo Baldisimo

(click to see the pages)
Page 1
Page 2
Page 3
Page 4

Now, I can tell the strange and secret origin of this story.

Around three years ago, Kajo sent me these pages and said he needed help in writing the script for it. I said, "Okay, so what's the story? Who are these characters?" He said, "Oh, I leave that up to you. I want this story to be 50% mine and 50% yours."

At that point I had wished he had at least given 80%. Maybe even 75%.

So, I got the pages and stared at them... for over a year.

I eventually sat down and wrote down the words that seemed to fit what was happening.
I even thought of removing some pages because I didn't know what I'd do with them.
I gave up and came back to work on the pages after several months.

Finally, it's done and ready to be read.

It was an interesting exercise for me. This really helped me get started on writing stories again.

Hope it makes sense to you.

Enjoy!

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