Category: Minute Warnings

A blog series where The Deranged Writer writes everything that’s on his mind… under time pressure (either ten minutes or 30 minutes).

10-Minute Warning CCV

Written at 3:16pm today. Oh, hell yeah!

I had a different post theme for today, but I will just write another Minute Warning post because I was incredibly loaded with work earlier.

Aside from Always Watching (my series of Person of Interest episode reviews), I have been working on another passion project: my affogato diary. So far, I’ve tried at least five different affogatos from different cafes, and I’m thinking of adding another to my list this afternoon. But there’s a dilemma: I want to try the cafe’s affogato today before they sadly close for good tomorrow, and as I type this, it’s raining cats and dogs. I hope the rain becomes lighter later.

I’ve been watching a different show, too: The Boys. I have a lot of thoughts about what I’ve seen so far. At the moment, I will share three. Firstly, in my opinion, the second season was better than the first. Also, whenever Homelander (the invincible yet cruel head of the superhero group The Seven) shows his true colors, it’s amazingly frightening. And the heart of the black ops team, The Boys, the caring Marvin T. Milk (aka Mother’s Milk), may be my favorite character by far. Nice name, sir.

My ten-minute warning is almost up, and the rain has stopped as well. Excellent. I will prepare to go out now.

See you in the next post, and have a nice week ahead!

Header image: Hac Hai of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2026.

10-Minute Warning CCIV

Last June 19, Friday, weeks after dark clouds hovered above me again, I felt tired of those clouds and focused more on the glimpses of hope (as an old friend would call it). A few people actually helped me focus those glimpses through good food and warm conversation, and I truly appreciate them. And believe me: even if I’m silent and in the dark sometimes, I still appreciate even the simplest act of kindness.

After a good weekend (particularly for my mental health), this afternoon happened. I had a productive day, but then I remembered one thing that started the most recent crisis, and something in me snapped. I also remember the goals I want to achieve a week after my birthday (and the mission I have to do to achieve that), but then again, will it even undo the crisis? It’s uncertain, and somehow my blood is boiling because of it.

Fuck this. I need an affogato tonight.

Header image: Janko Ferlic of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2026.