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10-Minute Warning LXXIII

Today I’m supposed to write my 10th Notes to Self, but I need to get something off my chest.

Tonight, I almost got hit by a car because I felt dizzy and a bit breathless while I was walking in the pedestrian lane. I felt ashamed and more anxious because of the almost-accident, so I went straight to my safe space Satchmi, relaxed my nerves, and had my dinner there. It took an hour, 1 BLT, and an iced tea before I started feeling somehow better.

Before closing, I asked one of the cafe’s baristas if I could reserve the cafe for my birthday. He told me that I could reserve the cafe as long as the event falls on a weekday, and I said my birthday falls on December 5, Tuesday. Cool. Now my favorite cafe is a possible birthday venue. I went home after inquiring, feeling much better.

What else? Hmmm. That’s it. That’s about it.

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30-Minute Warning IX

Last time, I said that I feel tired physically and mentally. What about today?

Well, physically I’m still tired. I went out at 1pm and I was supposed to pay for a traffic ticket at a specific bank. But then the clerk and security guard told me to go to a payment center 2 km away from the bank. I had a hard time looking for a jeepney, so I walked from the bank to the payment center. And then when I arrived at the payment center and inquired if I could pay for the ticket, I was told that I need to go to the city where the ticket was issued.

Good grief. My heart sank and my legs are sore because I was walking and inquiring all around from 1 to 3pm. I told my family on the phone what happened and that I can’t pay for the ticket today, and they understood. Thank you, family.

As for how I am mentally, I feel better now. After running errands, I went to my favorite cafe Satchmi and I had my late lunch: a tasty BLT and a refreshing house blend iced tea. I’m sure I said it before, but let me say this again: One of my favorite weekly habits is hanging out, dining, and writing at Satchmi. Thank you, my favorite spot and safe space.

After that, I went home via FX. And then the rain poured heavily. Crap. I can hear the heavy rain punching the car roof even if I have my earphones on. Good thing I have my foldable umbrella so I can brave the rain somehow. An hour after the FX ride, I arrived home safely. My slacks and shoes got wet, but at least I’m home now.

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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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