Category: Friends

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.

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10-Minute Warning XXXVIII

So, what can I share here under 10 minutes?

Well, tonight I did something I have never done before: Buy a Moleskine 18-month daily planner. The planner’s timeline starts from July 2023 and ends on December 2024. I’m excited to list down all of my notes and plans – most especially my birthday plans. (My birthday is on December 5, by the way. And I hope I will be able to throw a party for my family and friends.)

Here’s to planning the future and documenting the present!

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10-Minute Warning XXVIII

I have been feeling shitty for a week already. Thank you, my Dispatch and my journal, for making me remember to count the days. And today, that shitty feeling became worse because of something I did.

I can’t tell the long story, the specifics. All I can say is that I did something that is not really a big deal, but then I looked back at what I did and thought, “I think I fucked up.” I don’t know if (option A) my anxiety is just messing with me or (option B) if I truly fucked up. If I were to pick the lesser evil, I hope for option A.

I haven’t told my family about my current mental predicament. I may have told 2 friends about it. I think I should open up to my family soon – first, my brothers, and then my parents. I think they deserve to know.

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