Being a normie/regular ass con attendee sucks balls, we wish we were somewhere else!
That hopelessness/sinking feeling you get upon being asked as to where your booth is or as to what new books are you working on and answering back disappointingly with :"Uhm, wala e!". It's synonymous as to saying "Hey, I used to be the vocalist of Metallica and now I'm a lounge singer.". No offense to any lounge singers that might be reading this entry. But you get the point!
Again, not that there's anything wrong with the event but I guess the timing wasn't right for us (hence the mask).
This was not our "rising from the ashes" big comeback moment.
This was far from that, now that we are simply a bunch of corporate suits and slaves to the mundane system. Ah, adult life is such a drag!
And to top it all off, our disguise was so full of flaws and was easily recognized by fellow
Well, enough about us. Let's go back to the event!
The new venue heavily reminded us of U.P. Bahay Ng Alumni.
Also La Historia(Unpictured)
(SAYANG!!!!Sabi na nga ba't kulang ang P500.00!!!!)
and the newest trend to sweep the nation : PRINTS!
A whole lot of them!
We also saw a slight decline in with regards to the true blue komikeros that we started out with.
Or in Tagalog: Yung mga kapanahunan namin!
We still spent a good portion of the afternoon (and our life in general) at the OSMOSI Dance Crew booth.
There is no use of trying to deny your roots.
Try as I might but masks and "pretending not to know them" were all futile attempts of moving on.
It just made the process even more painfuller to accept.
Money is always a factor and the lack of it could drive anyone nuts.
God damn it, there will be big shoes to fill and a lot of making up for lost times.
There will be hell to pay and we shall guarantee you that!
No more masks, just good ol' SSM!.
Kung kaya't kita-kits na lang, next year!