A Teacher's Diary

Miracle in Cell No. 7 and other stories

June 28, 2014

Saturday

1:23 AM. Time flies when you're having fun. But I am not having fun. I just watched a depressing movie. An additional baggage of sadness and frustrations to what I am already feeling. Nice. I never thought a freaking sailormoon bag will make a hell out of me..

I hope Filipinos can make a local movie just like Miracle in Cell no. 7, 3 Idiots and Every Child is Special. And forget about making telenovelas about mistresses, unfaithfulness, gay love story and other shitty plots.

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9:33 AM. Oh. I fell asleep. My eyes are still swollen. I was actually exchanging texts with EJ earlier. We are planning to escape the real world for a while and go to our secret hide out. I badly need an alibi right now.

I dreamt of something. I think I dreamt of that place before. Same scenario that I got lost finding our rented hotel or whatever. And there was a church. And I was always running. Well, seemed like runningwalk with big steps. And I am not sure what I was up to. It was like I'd be late on a trip or something if I didn't hurry.

It feels weird that as far as I remember, I had the same dream before. Now, I wonder what it meant after all.

2 PM. I'm on my way to Megamall to meet him. He called saying change of plans. And yes, I'm quite disappointed. There's no quiet moment for us.

I always rant about things. Here I am again. Not appreciating the blessings I have. Being ungrateful and all. I even have courage to let out my frustrations to a social networking site for writers, probably trying hard as me. Or not. Who cares if this crappy thoughts of mine is being published? Not that I have many followers to give a damn of what I write. Nobody would waste their precious time to read a trash written by an unfamous writer.

I haven't eaten anything yet. Just few sticks of chocolate pretzels that were probably crawled by ants. Maybe I have an eating disorder. I tend to skip breakfast, lunch and even dinner when I feel lonely, or disappointed or depressed or stressed. The side effects of negativity.

I wish I could also shut it off. So I wouldn't really care anymore. Just like what Elena Gilbert did in Vampire Diaries. But of course, this is just a wishful thinking.