Family – Page 46 – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning XLII

My birthday is on December 5, but as early as today I’m already looking for possible venues and thinking of a theme for my party. One of the venues is a Filipino-themed restaurant that has function rooms that can handle 12 to 40 people. As for the theme, I’m thinking of throwing a karaoke costume party.

Wait a minute. Do I even have funds to throw a party? The funny thing is… no, I don’t have any funds as of now. I don’t even know if I can throw a party with just my family. But as I continue to note, plan and manifest my dream birthday party, I feel better and more motivated to save money for the event.

I will see if I can pull this party off. Wish me luck!

10-Minute Warning XLI

So, what can I share here under 10 minutes?

Today started at an indie gig afterparty at a small bar near Taft Avenue with my younger brothers, their bandmates, mutual friends, and the general crowd. I admit that my legs feel sore after standing for 5 hours straight, but seeing great bands in their element makes the soreness worth it.

At 2:30am, Younger Brother and I parted ways with Youngest Brother, and we arrived home at 3am. And because I took my nightly medicine too late and had no work to do during the daytime, I woke up at 2pm. That’s way too late on a weekday, even for me. And I woke up feeling a bit shitty and anxious. (That happens sometimes when I oversleep.)

But then I checked my email and learned my Bullet Club 10th anniversary lightweight jacket has been finally shipped. Cool! A dear friend once told me to “in the darkest of times, try to focus on the glimpses of hope.” In this case, my glimpse of hope and my dose of positivity is that cool Bullet Club jacket. I’m looking forward to wearing it soon!

And time’s up.

30-Minute Warning IX

Last time, I said that I feel tired physically and mentally. What about today?

Well, physically I’m still tired. I went out at 1pm and I was supposed to pay for a traffic ticket at a specific bank. But then the clerk and security guard told me to go to a payment center 2 km away from the bank. I had a hard time looking for a jeepney, so I walked from the bank to the payment center. And then when I arrived at the payment center and inquired if I could pay for the ticket, I was told that I need to go to the city where the ticket was issued.

Good grief. My heart sank and my legs are sore because I was walking and inquiring all around from 1 to 3pm. I told my family on the phone what happened and that I can’t pay for the ticket today, and they understood. Thank you, family.

As for how I am mentally, I feel better now. After running errands, I went to my favorite cafe Satchmi and I had my late lunch: a tasty BLT and a refreshing house blend iced tea. I’m sure I said it before, but let me say this again: One of my favorite weekly habits is hanging out, dining, and writing at Satchmi. Thank you, my favorite spot and safe space.

After that, I went home via FX. And then the rain poured heavily. Crap. I can hear the heavy rain punching the car roof even if I have my earphones on. Good thing I have my foldable umbrella so I can brave the rain somehow. An hour after the FX ride, I arrived home safely. My slacks and shoes got wet, but at least I’m home now.