There's a Fruitcake for Everybody

I rode an Ayala Loop Jeep this morning (like I always do) and I think the person in front of me is Buddy of eraserheads. I'm not sure if that was really him. I tried to take a photo of him but I didn't because that would be too obvious. Besides, I wasn't sure if the "click!" camera sound was turned off. He might maul me inside the jeepney for violating his privacy. (But according to my college photojournalism professor, one is free to click away as long as he wants if his subject is in a public place. hmmm. is the jeepney a public place?). So I'm not sure if that's really him but he's got a CAMBIO button pin on his messenger bag. But he must be somebody else. So let's just don't mind him.

I browsed the papers this morning. Surprisingly, the newspapers don't smell like Nescafe anymore. They must have ran out of Nescafe ink which they used when they ran Nescafe print ads a week ago. Imagine if readers can actually smell everything that's on the newspapers, nobody would no longer buy tabloids with crime stories.