No Pun Intended

Subject:	Mga ego massage/message.
Time:	10:34 am.
Mood:	bouncy.
Music:	Death Cab for Cutie - The Ice is Getting Thinner.

I was back in Manila yesterday, but I'm still not home. I'm in Om's place, and unsuccessful in asking him to do a Shontelle (with nothing but your T-shirt on) and the whole day yesterday we were in school to help out in the Soli thing (the system-wide alliance of pubs in the university) that the Philippine Collegian is hosting this year. Fifty participants, including two from UP Cebu. Good turnout, I was told. The office, however, when we left it last night, looked like a marketplace, with people all over the place.

More importantly, I was told that someone from the present workshop received a forwarded text message with - get this - an excerpt from a poem I wrote for the Collegian. Haha. I admit, sometimes I google the columns I write, and find myself pleasantly surprised that some random people are posting it in places, their Multiply accounts, etc. I was told, too, that this certain person from CEGP, the national chairman or something, hot and gay and an MA creating writing scholar from DLSU, says he likes my style, that I'm his favorite Kule writer. :)

And someone's paying me to write a 100-page American Idol e-book. Haha. And I've tons of (free) pasalubong from Negros! And there's Zambales again next weekend for Kule's consolidation activity.

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