10-Minute Warning LXXXV

OK. What can I write here under 10 minutes?

Honestly, I’m not sure what to write right now. I was about to complain again about my birthday venue dilemma, but I don’t want to dwell on that tonight. And as for how I am today, I will just say my default answer to that: “I’m OK. I’m not happy. I’m not sad. I’m just OK.”

Oh, wait. I would like to give an update for The Dispatch: In my previous post, I have announced that in celebration of my birthday, I will be blogging every single day from November 22 to December 5 (my birthday). Let me call that “14 Days of The Deranged Writer”.

And what am I going to write about on November 22? I will write about my favorite professional wrestler of all time, The Undertaker. Trivia: He made his WWE debut on November 22, 1990.

‘Til then!

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Notes to Self VI

Hello there! I’m The Deranged Writer, and welcome to the 6th edition of Notes to Self – a blogging series where I quote something relevant from a form of media (e.g. a movie or a series) or someone I know in real life.

And in this edition, once again I would like to quote my favorite professional wrestler of all time, The Undertaker.

Continue reading Notes to Self VI

10-Minute Warning XX

OK. So, what can I tell here in under 10 minutes?

Once again, I’m typing here on mobile. I’m on my way to The Roadhouse Manila Bay to see my younger brothers’ band live. The event is a guitar virtuoso’s EP launch, and my brothers’ band will be the opening act. And I will also see a former professor for the 1st time since… 2012, I think? I’m stoked!

Also, I kept checking this Bullet Club 10-Year Anniversary Jacket from Pro Wrestling Tees. I’m still waiting for The Undertaker/Paul Bearer Funko Pop 2-Pack, so I don’t know if I should buy the jacket. I’m so tempted to use my credit card. Fuck.

And time’s up.

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