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My Saturday BLAH BLAH


The talk was supposed to start at 9:30am. Of course I was late. I’m really not a morning person. Whenever I have meetings at Globe at 8am, I definitely cannot survive that without Coffee California’s Perkins Perk-up, which is brewed coffee with a shot of espresso.

Anyway, finally found Room 215 of the SEC building at 10:30am. So, because I ran (well… walked really fast) to the SEC Building (which didn’t exist when I graduated from Ateneo) I ended up doing my talk panting and sweating like a pig. (Not a pretty sight.)

I flubbed some of the jokes in my talk. (Lesson… never ever read the punch lines of your joke.) I just hope the kids picked up something from my little talk.

Anyway, I picked up a few tips and words of advice from Dean and Kensai. Will now start using Pantene PRO-V! Dean, should really turn that into a self-help writing book and I’m sure Pantene will sponsor it.

Forgot to ask the students questions about what they thought of local comic books, what they read, what they wanted to see. Will try to attend this Saturday’s session and maybe get the chance to ask them then.

After the talk, we all went to Enconium for lunch. Nice place. Bad service. Took forever for them to serve our food. Guess they’re not used to big crowds.

Finally got to meet Andrew Drilon, this artist I’ve been trying to track down ever since I saw his works at the C3 CON last December. Turns out he’s a freshman! He can write and draw his own stories! Lucky bugger!

Hope to collaborate with him on some project… now, where did I put that script? Hmmm…

Talking about collaboration, this series of talks in the Ateneo is a put together by Comic Col and UP Grail. I’m glad that the two orgs are working together to promote the comic book medium. They’re trying to get in touch with other comic book orgs in other universities. Hope they succeed because it’ll be a good way to keep the interest alive and make more people aware of the potential of the medium.






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