II: The Start of Year 26

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I’ve been on a blogging roll since last month, and I couldn’t be happier with the way things are going on The Dispatch. I started writing again on the blog, tackled a bit more on pro wrestling, and came up with a new segment in Questions & Exclamations.

Since I started talking more rasslin’, I thought maybe I could write more Qs&Es this week by watching more WWE after going home from work. I spent almost 3 hours for Raw, 2 for SmackDown, 1 for NXT and 1 for the new cruiserweights-exclusive 205 Live. I enjoyed the shows this week (although I am a bit sad about the lack of Shinsuke Nakamura on the NXT episode), and I was able to jot down each episode’s important points. I said, “Oh, this is going to be great!” 

And then I logged on to my WordPress dashboard, started transfering my notes, started expounding on those notes, and… and then… I stopped. I just stopped. I just stopped.

After spending more than 3 hours of watching and reviewing this week’s WWE programming, I felt burned out. Really burned out. It’s like those sugar rush episodes wherein it all ends up with you crashing down—in my case, it’s my mind on full pro wrestling overload that suddenly went BSOD. Maybe this is my mind telling me to slow down and rethink my strategy on how I run things on The Dispatch.

And slow down, I must do. I should just talk about my birth month since it’s now… December! (Yey!)

Listen: Ghostelic?

I have made so many blogs under my name for so many years, but there is only one constant mission: to make my mark on the Web through my stories, my rants and raves, and everything my mind can produce. And the endgame? Simple: I want to be remembered.

And one of the things I want to be remembered of is my unusually varied taste in music. I love music so much that I will listen to any song, any genre in the world, even if it’s the shittiest of pop songs or it’s not English or Filipino. I make weekly playlists where Motörhead, Led Zeppelin and Foo Fighters (my favorite band of all time) co-exist with the Carly Rae Jepsen, Steve Aoki and Justin Timberlake, no matter how chaotic that sounds. I just love music that way.

Would you like for me to expound on how fucked-up my music taste is? No? Too bad. I’m going to either way. And I’m going to that by recommending two polar opposites: Filipino indie pop band Autotelic and Swedish heavy metal band Ghost. (No, let’s call them Ghost, not Ghost B.C. like Spotify does.)

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