At last, I shall soon get my hands on various "Pinoy Komiks" (can I call it that? Don't throw your shoes at me!). Thanks to Vin's Comic Quest store, I've been able to find Carl's Zsa Zsa because I'm such a gushing fan of his work (and he autographed it no less, I'm floored!), Arre's Mythology Class, and Isaw Atbp. from Vin himself et al. I hope to also finally get Dean and Nikki's The Lost from that someone who was supposed to come here but did not/could not (unfortunately) because of damn bureaucracy.
It's rather funny - I'm inundated with books, with walls, shelves, public libraries, amozon.com, and Borders stuffed full of gorgeous wonderful reads that my Pacific-side friends would die to read, yet I crave for their own writing much more. I think there's something in reading someone you know - a certain satisfaction that they are capable of entertaining you, knowing how they developed as writers and how they started out with large imaginations and later carved out and honed that imagination, giving it bones, structure, flesh and making it into perfect works of sculptured art.
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