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 differen...