10-Minute Warning LXVIII

So, what can I tell here in under 10 minutes?

My Younger Brother and I will pick up our Mother and Father at the airport tonight. They spent their weekend in Singapore. Notably, Father and an ex-national team joined a badminton tournament and got the 1st runner-up of their level. My Father winning at a high level at 63 years of age? That’s amazing.

What else? I noticed that I have been churning up 12 straight Minute Warning posts here on The Dispatch. I need to shake things up a little. Maybe I should make more Notes to Self.

And time’s up.

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Notes to Self VII

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.

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Notes to Self VI

Hello there! I’m The Deranged Writer, and welcome to the 6th edition of Notes to Self – a blogging series where I quote something relevant from a form of media (e.g. a movie or a series) or someone I know in real life.

And in this edition, once again I would like to quote my favorite professional wrestler of all time, The Undertaker.

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