Tired, hectic and suffocating

We have so many projects and thesis left and right. It's crazy. So many sleepless nights that everyday when I wake up, I feel more and more reluctant to get up and go to school. If my parents don't force me, I won't be going to school today. I just felt so sleep and tired because I slept late just to do our SS thesis, which I wasn't supposed to do because my two group mates who was originally tasked to finish it, were so irresponsible. It's a good thing I was able to start researching once I got home, because they only texted me to do all of our thesis at around 8 pm. I started at 4 and finished at 12, what more if I started it at 8?

Now we still have our CVE project, Chem thesis and English Book Report. I don't only have to deal with pressuring school works, but alse my damn classmates. I hate all of them except Valerie and Janine. The rest are all "pa-cool" and the "astig" and "maangas" types. Got my point? They are the ones who bully, make some noise and they do all the stupid things stupid people like them do.

A while ago, I watched two of them bully the classmate who was sitting in front of me. They were getting his bag, poking him, teasing him, or simply annoying him too much. It was mean and they think it was fun. I told me classmate to just move to another seat and when he did so, those two freaks turned their attention to my other classmate on their other side. He got annoyed too, to the point when he was swearing to those two annoying airheads. In the end, he also went to another seat.

Both of the two bullying victims were the few boys who actually studies and were paying attention to the teacher. Unfortunately, one of the bullies was my classmate from first year, till present. He was also my hatest person because of his attitude. Note, I said was because I met someone worse and she's a girl. Girls are usually more civilized, but I guess that's not always the case.

This morning, I woke up and saw in our living room, a bag full of sweets, individually wrapped in celophane. My mom said I was to give them all to my teachers. So I did, only there was supposed to be ten bags, but I only gave away nine because one was missing and I know just the culprit. You know those loud, obnoxious, maarte girls who also happen to be witches with a capital B? Yes well when I left my place for a while to ask our teacher about our thesis, my seatmate told me that they stole something from my paper bag. When I went back to my place, they were all swarmed around my place and asking me for candies and chocolates. They did this the entire day, whenever they got the chance. Sometimes, they would suddenly get one bag and say, "Akin na lang!" They were all makakapal and mukha. They even had the nerve to demand to me saying, "Elisha, chocolate ko?" I would reply, "Close tayo?"

I've tried ignoring this arrogant people. It doesn't work. I've tried resisting them. It works, for only a short period of time, they'd still do the same later on. Prayer is really the most effective. It can make them ignore me for days, sometimes weeks. Sigh, oh Lord help me, get these people saved (spiritually).

Even the girl who also goes to New Life (my church), but now rarely attends, got influenced by them. And here I was hoping that at least I'm not the only Christian here, fighting to shine my light amidst the darkness, but I was wrong. The other candles that I was hoping would help me fight the darkness have also become part of the darkness. But at least my only real friend in my class, Val, is still shining with me, not to forget God, whom i get my strength. Anyway, Christ has already overcome the world, I can survive. Actually, I believe I can do more than survive. I'm inviting everyone I can to go to Jesus Generation or the youth service held every Saturday at our church. I managed to bring some, but most of my friends got plenty of excuses, but that doesn't mean I'm already going to give up.

Being a Christian in a place full of darkness is no joke.

Metro Manila Franklin Graham Festival

Last Sunday, we went to the Metro Manila Franklin Graham Festival at Rizal Park or Luneta. Our entire family were counselors and I was able to lead 5 souls to Jesus Christ! Four of them were children (I seem to have a finesse for kids) and the fifth and last one was a grown woman who just happened to pass by while walking her wheelchair-bound father around Luneta. The festival has already ended and there were only a few people left. I was over eager to get people saved so until that time, I was still going around, asking them if they had already been counseled. Then i met her.

Now in counseling, we were supposed to lead them to pray a salvation prayer and give them a free book with the gospel of John in it and also a manual on the basics of being a Christian to get started. The book for the kids were different from the adult, which was more complicated, so when I reviewed to her the book, I myself was a bit confused, so my mom helped me. Before long, my dad, who belongs to the pastoral care ministry in our church (the ministry that visits hospitals to do the healing and exorcism and stuff), has already prayed for the woman's father. In the end, we offered them a ride home because their driver was on a day off and we got to know their family better. It was fun and you get the blessed, happy feeling in the end that maked you want to hop around with joy (or is it only me who get that reaction?).

Well, I gotta go, I've got a sweet 16 party to attend to tomorrow at Bellevue Hotel and I have to attend the morning service at church.