After 12 days of not exercising, I finally got to walk and jog for an hour tonight. I feel tired but happy. I need to work out more though, do more aerobics to burn more fat.
What else? Well, my younger brothers are organizing a birthday benefit gig next month. They have done this before – last year their lineup is diverse (R&B, rock, etc.). This year, the theme will be intimate acoustic. And I will definitely be there!
That’s it. That’s all I can write about.
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Now, here I am, writing my 100th post here on The Dispatch. What should I talk about? Another Minute Warning post? Another Gratitude Log? How about a new Note to Self?
Well, then. I’m settling for the latter. Welcome to the 7th edition of Notes to Self – where I quote something relevant from any form of media or someone I know in real life. In this edition, because this is a monumental 100th post for The Dispatch, I’m quoting my number 1 hero, the legendary musician Dave Grohl of Nirvana and Foo Fighters.
Continue reading Notes to Self VIICurrently, I’m on my way home with Younger Brother. After a few rainy days, tonight we finally got our exercise time at Three Trees. And after we exercised and we went back to the parking area, the rain poured. It’s still raining while I’m typing this. I hope the rain stops when we reach home.
Oh! I will have my therapy session tomorrow night and then I will follow my younger brothers at Ellipsis. We will go to a bar in Poblacion after.
And that’s all I can tell for now. Blogging while sitting in a moving car is difficult, man.
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