These days I can only sleep for four hours. My body wakes up all by itself, and then I can’t go back to sleep no matter how much I wanted to. I want a long rest. I don’t want to think about requirements or school or play. I want rest.

But then I realize that I have been very insensitive. Whenever I sit down on my bed to do some requirements, I hear Christmas songs from nowhere, and then I feel better. When I go to the mall to buy stuff for school, I hear Christian songs playing, and then I feel better. When I go online, my Christian friends and family check up on me, and then I feel better. Nobody would do it but God. It’s His own way of saying that I’ll be okay. He uses even the littlest things just to cheer me up. He never left me. When I felt alone, He would make me feel He’s there.

I can’t write about it. No word could ever fit right to that kind of feeling. The joy He brings me can’t be exactly described, and I can only recommend it rather than express it.

In Matthew 11:28 He says that He would give rest to those who feel burdened that would come to Him. He is my ideal type of rest. Even though I lack sleep and play, the reason why I am alive and kicking is God Himself. I don’t have to rely on worldly stuff to keep me alive, like bad friends or beer or cigarette sticks or drugs. That would’ve killed me more.

I just love how we have a God like Him. He isn’t just real. He’s perfect. What more do we need when we have such a wonderful God like Him? :)

Sorry for the lack of updates. The show is near!! I have to work my ass off.

I should work on my relationship with God as well. I noticed that I am going back to how I used to be before He rescued me especially when I am losing my patience. Even the simplest things make me blurt out bad stuff. Gosh. Kill me now.

“Sir, here’s my token. I’m in for a ride to Pala-Pala.” I said.
“Sit here,” the driver led me to the van’s bag compartment. There were two chairs tied inside so it can accommodate two more passengers. I was in complete shock after I saw that.

“Sir.” I said.
“Yes?”
“What the heck?”

Don’t ask me about the look on the man’s face. Just don’t.

That was very rude of me. I get so rude when I get really pissed off. I should change that. It was late. I wanted to get home right away. I have tons of assignments, deadlines, meetings, and whatevers. The production is killing me. My other subjects are killing me. I have not eaten. I was gonna sit on a compartment when I paid the same amount of money with the other passengers. I was in a hurry. I had to sit there or else the rain will fall and I will be even more pissed off. I lack sleep. My crush is gay. I have to live. I can’t die right now.

ROOAR.

I miss bloghopping. :( Two more weeks and it’s showtime! GO RIDERS TO THE SEA/SA SINAPUPUNAN NG LAOT! :lol: