ALMOST SEEN DEATH

“Everybody tells tale… It’s just the dead talk more quietly than other people… -Death” –(written on my wall beside a painting of Death, of The Endless.)

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i was a foot away from the Gaiman. and man, kinilabutan ako. he was like a god… uh ok, not really a god, maybe more like a celebrated rock star (one of the chicks there dressed as delirium asked if she could marry him & that counts for a rock star status).

my bboy, even with his injured shoulder was able to lift me up just so i could really see him. he also took a picture for me…

dang. too bad i wasn’t able to get a book signed (coz the line already reached edsa–yeh i’m exaggerating– when we got there, & the guard said the people were already at their doors as early as 5am. eww, pauwi plang kme nun!). but then again, it might be a good thing… coz i really feel i’d freeze alive if he just even say hullo (with the brit accent there ya’?), or worse look me in the eye, then i’d really freeze to death…

yeh, a picture is better…