Now that my birthday is done, and 14 Days of The Deranged Writer is done, I’m taking a bit of a break from blogging here on The Dispatch. I will be back on Friday, December 8.
‘Til then!
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A blog series where The Deranged Writer writes everything that’s on his mind… under time pressure (either ten minutes or 30 minutes).
Now that my birthday is done, and 14 Days of The Deranged Writer is done, I’m taking a bit of a break from blogging here on The Dispatch. I will be back on Friday, December 8.
‘Til then!
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What can I share here under 10 minutes?
After all the ruined plans, tonight I feel a better because I finally got a venue for my birthday dinner. The venue’s interior and food are great, and I’m a happy guy. Fuck yes!
Now I have to ask the people on my guestlist if they are still available on December 5. I hope they are… oh, wait. As I’m typing this, 1 already confirmed. That’s plus points for him!
Damn. Looking back at all the planning, I learned a lot and I also realized something: birthday planning is not easy. I should make that a post soon or something.
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So, somehow my backup plan didn’t work out.
The good news: I can celebrate my birthday at Jollibee’s 1,000th store next week. The somehow disappointing news: Instead of December 5, I can have my party on December 7 or 9. And I need to invite 30 people, my desired party package’s minimum number of guests. I’m unsure if the 15 people on my current guestlist will be available on December 7 or 9. And right now, how can I invite 15 more people for next week?
A little part of me is still hopeful and looking for another venue. Another little part of me is considering celebrating at Jollibee on December 9. But you know what? A huge part is weakened. I’m so tired. Seriously.
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