bad – Page 3 – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning XC

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.

Notes to Self III

Last February 6, 2023, I promised myself to start blogging more often again. I started by launching a blogging series called Notes to Self (where I remind myself of a relevant quote from any form of media or someone I know.)

Today I’m celebrating my 1st monthsary of frequent blogging here on The Dispatch. I’m so proud of myself because it has been so long since I followed a blogging schedule successfully. (I think the last time I religiously blogged, Tumblr was in its 1st or 2nd year of existence.) And I’m not planning on stopping soon.

Anyway, let me celebrate my 1st blogging monthsary with the 3rd edition of Notes to Self, the very 1st blogging series I launched here on The Dispatch. And in this episode, I want to quote one of my favorite lines from the longest-running sci-fi series in the world, Doctor Who.

Spoiler warning if you have not seen the Doctor Who Series 5 episode “Vincent and The Doctor”.