10-Minute Warning IV

Let me tell you something again under 10 minutes.

Productivity wise, well… I have a few rough nights not coming up with better homepage designs. I also need to sharpen my pen tool skills. Perfect. Just when I am falling in love with Adobe Illustrator again. But other than that I’m good.

And also I’ve been checking more of my junior designer’s social media and UI work, too. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I need to go overtime and work on her tasks myself. But that would not make her improve, right? It’s not in my nature to be strict and I am kind of a rebel myself, but in order for my subordinate to improve, I need to toughen her up. So far, so good. I hope she improves in a couple of months.

When it comes to my panic attacks, there are a few major ones but I am really doing my best to handle them myself, though I do need to inform my loved ones what is happening to me. Even if I am having those attacks, I still have to be aware of my surroundings. I cannot let them win over me. Fuck anxiety, man.

In the coming weeks, I will finally scatter some old posts to beef up The Dispatch’s  archives. I’m pretty sure there will be a lot of writing exercises over actual essays, but that’s better than having a stagnant blog. Right?

And there goes 10 minutes.

2017: The Year…

Like every year before 2017, the year was filled with ups and downs—though today’s world and local news have almost made it impossible for us to look into glimpses of hope. I, The Deranged Writer, have also a year mixed with development and disappointment, glory and melancholy. And without further ado, I am going to talk about my year that was 2017.

Warning: A few items are pro wrestling related, so for those who are non-fans, I apologize for that. But why are you not watching yet? 

My Christmas Wishlist (2017)

I just turned 27 last December 5, and it was perfect timing that my office released our 13th month pay. Oh, boy! Not including a house and lot and a new iPhone X—All the things I can buy with all of these moolah, baby. Fuck yes.

Wait a minute though. I do need to save up more primarily because my family and I will move out to a condominium in 2020. Which is why I might only buy one of the things on my wishlist this holiday season. Or two. I don’t know. We’ll see.

But anyway, here’s my list!


Brown Formal Shoes

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Brown Formal Shoes by Clark’s. £78. Not what I really want, but close enough.

Last year I was able to buy my first pair of black leather boots in Palladium. I love wearing the pair so much that I kept wearing it for almost 300 non-consecutive days.  What? Yes, I did. Thank goodness they have not given up on me. Yet.

But, aside from my blue Adidas rubber shoes, I can’t always depend on my constant journey buddy. And having a pair of brown formal shoes (oxfords or brogues) is the perfect pair to change my shoe game.

Shoe game. I never used that term before. But yeah.