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I 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 [...]

I’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 [...]