After 12 days of not exercising, I finally got to walk and jog for an hour tonight. I feel tired but happy. I need to work out more though, do more aerobics to burn more fat.
What else? Well, my younger brothers are organizing a birthday benefit gig next month. They have done this before – last year their lineup is diverse (R&B, rock, etc.). This year, the theme will be intimate acoustic. And I will definitely be there!
That’s it. That’s all I can write about.
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All right. What can I tell here in under 10 minutes?
Well, for the 1st time ever, I’m blogging in a bar. Yes. A bar. Why am I blogging in a bar? I almost forgot to blog today, and I only remembered at 10:35pm. Oops.
Continue reading 10-Minute Warning XLIXSo, what can I share here under 10 minutes?
Today started at an indie gig afterparty at a small bar near Taft Avenue with my younger brothers, their bandmates, mutual friends, and the general crowd. I admit that my legs feel sore after standing for 5 hours straight, but seeing great bands in their element makes the soreness worth it.
At 2:30am, Younger Brother and I parted ways with Youngest Brother, and we arrived home at 3am. And because I took my nightly medicine too late and had no work to do during the daytime, I woke up at 2pm. That’s way too late on a weekday, even for me. And I woke up feeling a bit shitty and anxious. (That happens sometimes when I oversleep.)
But then I checked my email and learned my Bullet Club 10th anniversary lightweight jacket has been finally shipped. Cool! A dear friend once told me to “in the darkest of times, try to focus on the glimpses of hope.” In this case, my glimpse of hope and my dose of positivity is that cool Bullet Club jacket. I’m looking forward to wearing it soon!
And time’s up.
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