Look look look!!!

ACTUAL BABYCAKES!




Ohnoes.

We be doomed.

These are Marzipan babies, made from cake icing/almond paste. They are edible, yes, but would you dare bite off their heads? Mr. Gaiman would.

We made babies. And we used them. Some of them we ate. Baby flesh is tender and succulent. ("Babycakes" by Neil Gaiman)

EDIT: Hm. Apparently the e-mail I got this from is a lie. That is a relief, actually. Haha. The babies here are made from porcelain. :\


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And "Horton Hears a Who" is wub. :)

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I took this photo by chance as Mr. Gaiman passed by in front of me after the program. Hee.

Me: MR. GAIMAAAAAN!
My finger: *accidentally pushes the clicky button*
Mr. Gaiman: Hel- *gets blinded by the camera flash interrupted by the camera flash in the middle of saying Hello*
Me: Oops.
Mr. Gaiman: *is ushered away by the horde of Manchurian Army soldiers security guards*

Oh lordy I hope I didn't scare/blind/traumatize him. He looked so tired I wanted to give him a hug. And polvoron. He didn't get his polvoron from me. I wrote him a letter saying I would give him polvoron because Nina gave me her polvoron wrapper. I stuck the polvoron wrapper on the letter and promised Mr. Gaiman I would give him some. I couldn't throw it at him; he might've gotten hurt. He already looked harassed. No polvoron then. Sad.

But happy indeed for the afternoon, breathing the same dust particles as Mr. Gaiman, along with Jill and Carlo. We also saw Maphie, Bong and Kat. People in Fully Booked Serendra were buying Mr. Gaiman's books like it was their Apocalypse Survival Kits. Haha. There were also stacks of signed copies of the Beowulf screenplay (or script?). No wonder Mr. Gaiman looked less like his picture on the back of his books. They're manipulating him and demanding people to pay for his presence! Gaaaah evilllll

I bought Orhan Pamuk's "My Name is Red" to celebrate the day, instead of purchasing "Expeditions," the 1st Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards Anthology. Haha. Guh my savings are diminishing and it's almost Christmas (haha right). Fully Booked Serendra is one place I would like to live in, unless they build a better bookstore. Hooray anyway. Happy indeed.

Oh, and Neia said: "Ate, I like Neil Gailman. I like Neil Gailman's hair; it's kulot."

Yes, Mr. Gaiman gets an extra 'L' in his name from my sister, who ended up eating the polvoron I was to give him. Haha.


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( 'Free'-writing exercise you'll probably see and ponder on. )