Posts Tagged ‘bonifacio high street’
You Wanna Ride With Me, You Hafta Learn Riding Padyaks.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010 4:31 1 CommentI clocked out at 2.20AM, exited Bonifacio High Street about ten minutes later. That security guard (again) asked me, “Sir, wala na po bang tao sa taas? (Sir, is there no one left upstairs?)” I told him no, that I locked the office, then thanked him for asking. The whole commercial complex’s so dead at [...]
When You Want to Chill Out so You Can Work.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010 12:55 1 CommentWeird. I woke up earlier than usual today and got to the office in time for our morning meeting. Just ask around the Nuffnang office: that doesn’t happen often.
And right now, I feel like I’m on a roll. I feel like I have a gazillion proposals in my head and so, to organize things better, [...]
Gelo’s Post-Birthday Celebration.
Monday, December 7, 2009 5:11 4 CommentsLast Friday was a late celebration of Gelo’s birthday; some sort of a reunion, because the last time I saw this group together was a few years back (also celebrating Gelo’s birthday) at Fish & Co. Greenbelt 3. Luckily for me, they decided to have it at The Stock Market Bonifacio High Street, just a [...]
Happy Mondays My Ass.
Monday, June 22, 2009 17:22 4 CommentsI’ve come to hate Mondays: no car, stupid cab drivers (90% won’t let me in as a passenger), the usual weekend bliss hangover, no camera, no packed lunch, costly food and transportation here at Bonifacio High Street, and a whole lot more.
I’m a whiner.
I whine about Mondays just because.
The solution is: buy another car, sleep [...]
An Ako Mismo Afternoon.
Friday, June 12, 2009 18:00 No CommentsIt was like a university fair.
The Ako Mismo Dog Tag Day is currently ongoing at the Fort, and as of this afternoon (around 3pm), a huge crowd has already been building up around the perimeter, lining up to get their dogtags (and tickets). I’m guessing by around seven or eight tonight, it’d be next to [...]
The Streets of Bonifacio Global City (Night).
Wednesday, May 27, 2009 22:47 6 Comments“Para saan po ‘yan?” the security patrolman asked, while parking his motorcycle by the sidewalk where I was shooting photos. “Saan niyo po gagamitin ‘yan?”
“Wala,” I grumpily answered. I went on to adjust my camera settings. (2 seconds. 10 seconds. Click.)
“May permit po ba kayo?” he continued.
“Wala.”
“Sir, kailangan niyo pong kumuha ng permit.”
Stupid permits. Ah, [...]
















