airport – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning CIII

OK. What can I share here in under 10 minutes?

Once again, I’m not in a good mood. But time this, that should not stop me from writing here on The Dispatch. I will not be able to accomplish anything if I keep on letting my bad mood stop me.

Moving on… I got my salary today – 2 days after the actual payday. I’m not complaining though. At least I got my salary already. This time though, I’m more careful about spending my money. I want to limit my spending in the next 2 weeks at least. That means I can’t go out with friends for now and I would spend less if I were to go to my favorite restaurants and cafes.

What else? Oh! My Younger Brother is at the airport now. He is going to Cebu for the Sinulog Festival. I’m happy for him. He has been working so hard on his endeavors and he deserves a break. Have a fun and safe trip, my brother!

What else? Since my Younger Brother is on vacation, I’m expecting more workload in the next several days and I will need to go to my ENT visit alone. And I quote The Rock, “Just bring it!”

And time’s up.

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.