lunch – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning CXCIII

Tonight, I really don’t want to write another Minute Warning post; I’m supposed to publish a new Watch post. The upcoming post is about a famous YouTube video related to my hero, Dave Grohl. But when I was drafting, I got a message from someone I met recently, and I must admit: getting messages from her is the highlight of my day.

Pardon me, my readers… oh, right. Pardon me, my only reader. Thanks to her, this Minute Warning post is all you get tonight. But at least my shadow heart is feeling a different kind of light, a comforting kind of light. And trust me on this: that’s something I haven’t felt in a long time.

Anyway, about my birthday plans: it’s exactly a week to go before my special day, and finally I have the day planned out! I’m going to my favorite cafe, and plan the next year ahead by writing in my new Moleskine daily planner. I will also have lunch there, plus I will drink my favorite affogato in the whole world. After that, I might look for a Blokees Deadpool figure at the nearest toy store. (Though I’m not sure if I’ll buy one.) And in the main event, I will meet my family and two of my closest friends at a modern Filipino restaurant, and we will have a glorious feast. (Take note: the restaurant is Michelin-certified.)

My ten minutes are not up yet, but that’s all I can say for now. See you in the next post, and happy weekend!

A part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025).

Header image: Suvan Chowdhury of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.

Updated November 29, 2025.

XXVIII: A Diary Post at Noon!

I cannot believe this. I’m actually blogging at noon!

Now let’s start with what happened this morning…

10-Minute Warning CLXXVII

All right. What should I talk about today?

Well, I spent the morning feeling groggy but I powered through the work permits needed for approval today. If I did not have a heavy breakfast and an energizing cup of iced coffee before working, I would be freaking out and pissed off. With that, I did not eat that much during lunch, I took a cold bath to wake my senses, changed clothes, and then I went to the south to have said work permits approved. My Father slash boss offered to drive me there, by the way. Thank you, Father.

Upon arriving at the office, after traveling through 2 hours of traffic, I found out that the permits could only be submitted before lunchtime. A heavy sigh ensued. I felt so tired of everything after failing to submit it on time. I was so tired that after my Father and I went back home, I took a rare afternoon nap. Good grief.

I will definitely go back to that office tomorrow before lunchtime, and I hope everything will be approved during the day.

…and my 10 minutes is almost up. I’m still tired. See you in the next post.