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Scenes from a mall at 10am


Just pulled-out issues from BATCH72 from the Filbars branch in Glorietta. I dropped off 60 copies of B72 back in November 2001. Nine months later, I’ve only sold 17 copies.

You know what that means?

I still can’t quit my day-job.

Meanwhile, CULTURE CRASH and WITCH continue to get sold out.

I did see old issues of MEG, when it was still in its handy “pocketbook” size.
It was an entire box full of issues from last year. So, I guess I’m not the only one with boxes of back issue.

On my way out, I saw a vendo machine that would usually have prepaid call cards, but instead contained Magic cards. The other thing you could get from the vendo machine we’re packs of cigarettes. Who would’ve thought that Magic cards and cigarettes would go together. Talk about being a bad influence on kids.

I passed by Timezone, which was mostly empty, expect for the clerks and security guards. But in one corner of the arcade, I saw two girls in their grey school uniforms, furiously battling each via the Street Fighter video game. Their way of dealing with academic pressure I guess.

Talking about school, the Inquirer today did a feature on the Ateneo. Don’t really know why. Maybe they plan to feature other schools as well. Anyway, one of their articles was called, “You know you’re Atenean if…” The funny thing is, a lot of the stuff they mentioned I didn’t know anymore. Jeez, much as changed. They even had a guide on places to eat inside and outside campus and the only one’s I recognized were the cafeteria and manang’s place at the gym. Everything else was new to me.

They also had a fashion spread that featured Ateneo students. One of the girls was only 16! Half my age! And she was a BABE! Is it just me or is today’s youth definitely better looking when were their age. Something in food… or the water… or maybe it’s cellular radiation.

Well, I’m back at work, about to write more ads that will convince you to use your cellphone.

Later.






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