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10-Minute Warning II

Okay. So, what can I type in ten minutes after drinking 6 highball glasses of Jack and Coke in under an hour?

It has been years since my last serious relationship, and I want to say this on The Diary: I don’t deserve a breakup email. I may have made mistakes, and any form of breakup is awful, but come on. A breakup email? Fuck that shit.

In other news, why did I drink six glasses of Jack and Coke tonight? Because I want to. Since 2022, I promised to drink my favorite Jack and Coke every week, but I only drank four glasses last January. Last week I drank four glasses, and tonight I drank six. So, that’s ten glasses of Jack and Coke this February. My therapist will kill me because of the more-than-a-fuckload consumption of my favorite drink. But come on. Let me live a little.

Speaking of my therapist, my last session was last July 2022. Is the date of my last session a sign of progress? Some of my friends think so. But I think it’s weird. Almost seven months? I should check up on my therapist via email. Soon. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I’m so drunk as hell right now.

And time’s up.

Image header: Marcin Dampc of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.

Updated on September 7, 2025 and January 30, 2026 for clarity.

II: The Deranged Writer’s Money Challenge (2023)

For the past few years, I tried to keep up with money challenges. I tried to save up to PHP 1,000 in the first week, 2,000 in the second week, and so on until I failed. I tried to save up to PHP 500, then 1,000, and 1,500, but I also failed. I tried saving up 1s, 5s, 10s, and 20s over the past few years… and that is going well so far. But I lost track of how many coins I earned.

So, this 2023, instead of following other people’s money challenges, I decided to create my own. It’s simple: in a month, I make a deposit of PHP 1,000 times the month’s number.

10-Minute Warning I

So, what can I say (or type) in 10 minutes?

Well, today is Monday. I’m typing away while listening to Paramore’s “Still Into You”. It’s my current LSS and, in my opinion, one of the best Paramore songs. And yes, the song reminds me of someone I was close to. I miss her.

Today, I dreaded waking up early. I set my alarm for 8 am, but I woke up 11 minutes later. I want to go back to bed and sleep, but I can’t. I have a job to do. I need to drink some strong coffee and walk around the office, which is also our house.

I have been working for my family’s company for almost a month, and I’m thankful for my current job. It’s clerical work; it’s not the job I wanted. But at least I’m earning money now, and my writing, time management, and file management skills are being developed. And since I’m working from home, I don’t have to spend money on food. I like to stay in this job for another month or two. Or three. (It depends on when I finally get an ideal, stable web/graphic design job, a job I have been looking for for a few years and counting.)

What else? Crap. I’m not even sure if I’m writing properly. But then I’m writing under time pressure. I need to take a chill pill.

And wait a minute. Just checked my Instagram. Undertaker and Dave Grohl have Super Bowl commercials?! I must check them in a bit.

And time’s up.

Header image: Mike of Pexels.

Updated on January 30, 2026 for clarity.