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10-Minute Warning XLI

So, 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.

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.

30-Minute Warning I

What can I say in this post in under 30 minutes?

Well, this is the 4th straight Minute Warning post and the 1st 30-Minute Warning post here on The Dispatch. That’s great because I have been blogging frequently as I promised. I’m planning to mix it up a bit though. I’m planning to publish more short poems soon and a birthday letter to The Undertaker this Friday, March 24. (Would you look at that… The Deadman has a birthday!) I hope you, my dear reader, can check that out this weekend.

Last night, I saw my younger brothers’ band perform in a bar in Marikina. They performed 2 original songs, and they killed it! The 1st song was released last June 2022, and they are recording the 2nd song recently. I’m pretty excited about the upcoming song because it will be the band’s 1st Filipino single and the lyrics are about resting after being so tired. (That’s a topic I can relate to.)