Word-weaver. On quiet mornings, Ayen's sleepy eyes open and he rushes to the keyboard running after words he faintly heard, if only his 60-word per minute fingers can catch them, before they fade into silence. He likes to think that his MA Creative Writing classes at UP Diliman are either smoothening his prose or jacking up his typing skills.
The domesticated man. To Ayen and his wife, Anne, their six-plus cats are stress-relieving stuffed toys who shed all over the house but just won't fit inside the tubes of the vacuum cleaner. They won't fit because they inspect the contents of the refrigerator everytime it's open, and they eat as though they were refugees who, right after reaching the shore nearly starved to death, heard on the radio that the world will end by lunch time.
Pen for hire. Though he is presently bundy-clocking at the University of the Philippines Diliman Information Office, Ayen also freelances to suit your writing needs. His cat,
Bolabola, is always screening his emails, so you'd better address the cat nicely. Send Ayen a note at animnakambing AT yahoo DOT com.
The domesticated man. To Ayen and his wife, Anne, their six-plus cats are stress-relieving stuffed toys who shed all over the house but just won't fit inside the tubes of the vacuum cleaner. They won't fit because they inspect the contents of the refrigerator everytime it's open, and they eat as though they were refugees who, right after reaching the shore nearly starved to death, heard on the radio that the world will end by lunch time.
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