Tag: BLT

30-Minute Warning VIII

So, what can I say here in under 30 minutes?

I’m capping off a pretty eventful few days with a can of Jack Daniel’s and Coke and a viewing of episode 1 of Secret Invasion, the newest Marvel Cinematic Universe miniseries. I don’t usually drink a Jack and Coke on a Friday night, but this is a nice change of pace.

About the recent job interview and design test: I was able to submit the test mockups on time. And 30 minutes after I sent those, I got another scheduled interview on Monday, 9:00 am. If I remember correctly, it will be handled by a social media executive. Wish me luck!

Tonight, I’m supposed to go out and see my favorite busker at BGC, but I took a 2-hour nap and I woke up a bit late. Good thing there’s a live stream though, and as for seeing said busker live, there is always a next time.

What else? I gave my sole bottle of Jägermeister to Younger Brother so he can bring it to a potluck party. I think Youngest Brother will also go to the same party. And I can always buy another bottle just like how I can always buy another can of Jack and Coke. Have a nice party, my brothers!

Lastly, I have been to my favorite cafe Satchmi twice this week. I had a matcha latte last Tuesday, and then I had a BLT and iced chocolate last Thursday. Will I go there again tomorrow or on Sunday? I don’t know, but I don’t have to. Having a single hangout time there once a week is already enough.

And time’s up.

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10-Minute Warning XXVI

I usually start a Minute Warning post with a question: What can I share here in under 10 minutes? Today I’m pretty sure I will write something in less than 10 minutes.

Since last night, I have been staying in the family condominium and I… feel down more than usual? I think the sadness started when I got exhausted after last night’s gig (the younger brothers organized it with a major record label) and I didn’t eat dinner on time. And I think the sadness became worse when I overslept. I mean, I slept 3:30am and I woke up at 2:30pm. An 11-hour sleep… damn.

After waking up so late, I decided to take a long, cold bath, put on my flannel shirt, black slacks and black kicks and go to my favorite cafe and safe space Satchmi. I had a Satchmi BLT and a house blend ice tea while I’m writing on my journal.

After writing, I finally took time to listen to the newly-released Foo Fighters album But Here We Area. And what can I say about the new Foos record? Well, simply put, it’s their most painful album yet. Yes, I know I’m already feeling way down and I shouldn’t listen to music that can possibly amplify the sadness. But thanks to the new Foos album, I was able to process the sadness without making it worse, and the pain becomes somehow bearable. That is one of things I love about the Foos – their music heals my broken heart, mind and soul. Thank you, Foo Fighters, for saving me once again.

And I almost forgot: I’m blogging on mobile once again. I forgot to bring my laptop to the condo.

And time’s up.

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