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11-17-2017 | Friday

I had a blast yesterday. 

Also, I decided to keep a blog. Or diary (although that sounds corny af). Let’s settle for journal. Yep. That sounds like something that won’t make me cringe my way to a spasm. Anyways, this is just for keeping memories safe. Locked. Remembered. Something. 

Since this is a journal, this will serve as a run-down of things that happened to me on the specific day. 

I woke up late thus I got to school late. It’s been very difficult for me to get up knowing there is really nothing to look forward to– no motivation = no action. Yes, I’m a follower of Newton’s First Law of Motion. But since I’m getting paid (albeit very little) to do my job, I think that’s enough force to get me out of my state of inertia. I had cereals for breakfast because I AM LAZY, PEOPLE. 

School was meh. We had a little meeting about the issuance of report cards on Monday. Torn between feeling angry and compassionate. Angry because compassion is not forced. Compassionate because I felt bad. BUT BECAUSE THEY TRIGGERED ME TO FEELING THAT WAY, HOW DARE THEY. Like they kept saying (or implying), “What if the kid committed suicide because of the low grade he/she received from you?”. I totally understand if it’s a mental health issue, but I don’t think bringing it up when we’re discussing about grades is the right thing to do. It’s just uncalled for. Foul. I’m held responsible for the death of someone because of the mark I gave him/her when that mark is the supposed reflection of his/her own efforts on the subject he/she is taking? 

Something, something.

I had a double cheeseburger for lunch. Wasn’t supposed to have that because I was to meet with my friends in the afternoon so I was sure I’d eat a lot BUT CRAVINGS PREVAIL. Yep. I have no respect for myself. 

The whole afternoon just transpired into waiting for the report cards to be printed so we could tally the grades– to know if the computer is actually more incompetent than us when it comes to recording. But of course, lol. Was in a hurry to get out of that cell so I became the Flash, almost. I didn’t even care if my eyes are rolling into a series of numerical dyslexia. I just know I wanted to be done with it so I can finally see my friends. 

WHO WERE WAITING FOR ME AT THE GATE. WHO WERE PLACING BETS ON WHAT TIME I WILL FINALLY BE SPAT OUT BY THE BUILDING. Ate Jonah won. Telepathy. 

We decided to go to Sta. Ana and roamed the streets for food like the nomads we are. It’s funny because one hour of our bonding was spent on the jeepney because Friday and Traffic are lovers who only meet once a week. So, their love is intensely (un)moving and intensely annoying. 

Since we do not really have a specific place in mind, we just checked out options we could chill and talk for hours. Finally, we made it to ‘Everything but Cheese’. It’s a cool place. I had lots of food. Not only was I full of cheese, I was also full of stories from my friends. Like stories of epic fails, future plans (or non-plans), awkward moments, world domination– the usual catching up you do when you get together with your favorite bunch of people. It’s kinda scary to think that our notebook (long story) was last fed FOURTEEN MONTHS AGO. Like, woah. That long of a time ago? WHERE DID IT ALL DISAPPEAR TO?

AND LO AND BEHOLD, YOU ARE BORN. Yep. In the name of memories and excessive consumption of cheese. 

I had fun. Sta. Ana Circe was also fun but it left me feeling lonely. 

P.S. I will do everything for my cravings a.k.a. DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER AND CALAMARES FTW. 

P.P.S. I don’t like myself so I feed myself food that I like in the hope I will like myself.

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Hello (again).

Shubham, I still love you so much. 

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Hello.

Hello, my loyal subjects. It is I, the ruler of sleepless nights, showering you with senseless thoughts that you can’t even hold steadily because they keep bouncing off all over the place. 

I have nothing to say except that I dream for a day where I’ll stop dreaming every chance I get. It’s unhealthy; but for now, it’s what keeping me sane. I float through different folds of scenarios spread into my subconscious; transporting me into places totally different from the actual thing facing me. I don’t know. We call it daydreaming. 

Hoo-hoo. 

Laters.

#imsad