11:53 PM Some days seem to just go on. It feels like it takes longer to finish than others. Today is one such day. 

The sun set early and walking along the pavement and the streets took a while. Streetlights and shops already had their lights on. Good thing it wasn't raining. It would've been more challenging to travel. 

Somehow the walk was soothing though. It kept me from thinking so much about what to plan next. I wasn't going fast nor was I catching my breath but my pace was steady and my steps were deliberate.

Everything was familiar. The scent. The sounds. The transition of lights as I pass by each building, shop, and house. It's okay. This is okay. I am okay. 

10:20 PM I received an assortment of gifts a while back. Maybe things are finally looking up. I guess my days aren't so bad after all. I enjoyed flipping through the character reference book.

I was a bit down lately but then things got a bit better. Maybe... just maybe... tomorrow will be a sunny day too.

Lord, thank you for all the blessings. 

11:53 PM I've just remembered, I've wanted to post here today. Yet, I was caught up in podcasts, online games, creating art and updating online social media accounts.

I like how productive that day had indeed ended.

Lord, I pray for more days such as this. May there be happier ones in the future too. 

11:54 AM I woke up late today. The next door neighbors were playing music a bit too loud last night. Apparently, the number of people residing next door is increasing and with that came the increase in decibel level. I want to understand them, their situation and their way of living for their arrival has recently meant an increase in the stress and anxiety levels in this household.

I know there are only certain things that I can control in this life. The one variable that I have most control of is myself and how I perceive things.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference.

9:13 AM In my head, I can hear music playing. It goes...

Slow down you crazy child you're so ambitious for a juvenile... but then if you're smart tell me why are still so afraid? 

In my head, sometimes I can't hear myself think. I'd like to do a lot of things--to make great accomplishment from plans and dreams all pending. Sometimes, the clamor is so loud that not realizing it, I go through the motions of everyday living and later on simply notice that the day is done.

I cry sometimes. I am human still.

Lord, direct me. 

10:47 PM Today was that subdued cool and rainy weather. I like it. This type of weather makes me think and gives me that relaxed vibe.

In the afternoon, we were able to go to this new food joint and tasted lots of items from their menu. I loved the Market Salad and the Chicken Parmigiano. I love them and will definitely go back to that place!

My ride home felt like life was slowly tuning down the noise of the busy work day. Clearing my mind, I wanted to read again to keep soul and spirit fed.

Lord, thank you for letting me start reading your word again. Also, thank you for the rain and the lovely weather. 

10:30 PM It has been a long day. There's the usual line, lunch break, and then the routine movements of having to write things down on paper as one matches the records from the computer screen. Maybe the line will be a lot less shorter by tomorrow. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.

Tired. Not the tiredness that one gets out of lack of sleep but just from being drained. The lack of a real break or holiday is starting to take its toll.

When one starts to feel like one need to drag oneself out of bed, maybe there's something in the routine or in life or living in general that needs to be reviewed.

Stop. Breathe.

Lord, I am tired. Help me keep up with the demands of everyday living. 

It's the second day of December. All you hear is the ruffling plastic bags and containers being opened to get the holiday decorations out. The apartment is just along the road and so at intervals you hear honking cars, noises of the traveling jeepneys and the low rumbling of buses passing by. There are also the people. There's an assortment of voices calling onto each other. Some are high pitched and giggly, others in deep serious tones and all else in between. I guess this is the start of the Christmas rush. I'm guessing at least most of the people are excited, and all smiles.

Then, I hear myself typing away here. I sit in silence. I pause and sigh. Christmas~~

Are were entitled to a wish on Christmas? Or is that only for one's birthday.  I don't really remember. All I see now are just the blinking lights casting dancing shadows on the wall. 

How should we celebrate Christmas, Lord?