affogato – Page 10 – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

30-Minute Warning XIV

So, what can I share here under 30 minutes?

Yes, I promised myself to make the year-end post today, and I started writing it at 12am. But honestly, until now I’m still not finished. I give up. I can’t force myself to finish the post today. It’s New Year’s Eve, for crying out loud. I’m supposed to be in a festive mood today. And I’m only human; I make mistakes. A lot of mistakes.

Right now I’m at my favorite spot Satchmi, updating my journal. I promised myself to write more online and offline this coming 2024, so I’m starting today. And I’m supposed to have an affogato today, New Year’s Eve (my year-end tradition), but unfortunately they ran out of ice cream. Instead I ordered an iced mocha. Still refreshing and energizing. With that, I need to change my year-end tradition a bit: end the year with any caffeinated drink at my favorite cafe, not just an affogato.

Today, I might buy a new smartphone so I can pursue my content creation plans this coming year. Might. I don’t know. I want a new phone, but I don’t know. Should I even? What do you think?

Anyway, let me end this post with this: To everyone, have a happy 2024 and beyond!

10-Minute Warning LXXX

As I’m typing this, I just finished watching Black Panther (a Marvel Cinematic Universe film starring the late great Chadwick Boseman) with my Mother and my Father. We are about to watch The Master (a martial arts film starring Jet Li), and I’m about to drink a can of Jack and Coke to kick off the weekend.

What are my plans for tomorrow? First, I will drop by my favorite cafe Satchmi and have an affogato while I update my journal. After that, I will go to the CCP complex with my Mother. My Youngest Brother will perform there in the afternoon with his bandmates, and we cannot wait to watch them.

What else? Oh, I need to decide on my birthday venue this weekend, and I will need my Younger Brother’s help. Or perhaps my entire family’s help. We will see about that. Hopefully I can start inviting my loved ones this coming week.

And time’s up.

10-Minute Warning LXVI

Yesterday, I woke up feeling down. So I joined my Mother and Father in their grocery shopping, and I got to buy 8 cans of Jack and Coke. That’s a maximum of 2 cans per Friday or Saturday night. Because of that, I went home feeling good… then I remembered something that broke my heart. I brought that feeling to my sleep.

Today, I got my weekly hangout at Satchmi at lunchtime. I enjoyed my favorite affogato while I updated my planner/journal, so I was able to get things off my chest somehow. Then I went to Ippudo and had ramen with my Mother, Father, and Younger Brother. What a lovely lunch. After our lunch and a fresh haircut, I went home feeling good… then I remembered again that one thing that broke my heart.

What’s that one thing that broke my heart? I’m not ready to talk about that here on The Dispatch. In fact, I have never talked about it to anyone, and I would like to keep it that way for now.

Anyway, I just remembered what happened last September 17, and that makes me feel better. I should sleep better now.