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I curl my toes to music
downloaded from the net.
The screen's the sunrise from the beach
south of where I sit.

My face is gray from typing,
burnt from radiation.

No need to leave the second floor
to take a paid vacation.

by Kris Lacaba, march 2003


I am back from my 10-day vacation.
I had just great hopes to finish a lot of things.
I thought I could finish writing all 13 issues of TRESE, but only got to write one.
(I did get to plot out everything from #9 to 13. I now know where the Kambal came from and what really happened to Anton Trese. TRESE #7 is scheduled to be release mid-December. So, it might take time before the rest of you get to find out the mystery behind Papa Trese.)

I ended up spending more because I tried to write in internet cafes and Starbucks. I should’ve stayed home. But whenever I did stay home, I just ended up sleeping.

At least, I had a relatively stress-free birthday (compared to last year, when I was running back and forth to attend three different meetings). And we were able to organize mom’s birthday-barbecue party. And I got to spend more time with Wella. (Although, I think I stressed her out more because whenever I meet up with her, I was in a foul mood and was spaced out, trying to figure out the plot points of TRESE.) She was very patient with me. (She did threaten me to be in a good mood or else she would crush me with her iron-kung-fu-grip.)

10 days is certainly not enough.
10 days is the right amount of time for one bored and finally start doing real work.

Now, I’m back, back to do work, when I’m now dying to write more stories.

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