These past few months, I have been living my life by myself thinking that I’m totally in control of it. I go out with friends almost every day off and we most often indulge in not so clean activities. I spend my money on useless things and I delight myself on things of this world. I forgot my God. Last March, I re-committed myself to the Lord and told Him that I would be obedient and I will try very hard to change my ways. But maybe because my determination to do that was not enough, old habits always recur. Now, I’m back to my old self -- not praying, not spending time with Him, not paying attention to Him, and not obeying Him. The only thing that I’ve been very faithful in doing is the giving of tithes. But I do recognize the misconduct that I have been doing. That is why I tell God every time I pray, “Lord, I know that I am very disobedient and I am not determined enough to follow you. Please Lor

“Noreen, I’ve tagged you!” My college friend, Vianney, posted this message on the tag-board of this blog and left the same comment on one of my posts here (which I have deleted because I got dinged! Hehehe…). Wondering what that could mean, I clicked on the link to Vianney’s meaty blog in search for answers. There I found a picture of her with her family on her latest post. The article below it explained the ‘tagging’ thing she was talking about. Vianney too was tagged by a former classmate in college, Tim. Reading through Vianney’s post, I discovered that being tagged actually mean that I should share an important memory to my readers and pass the tag along to five more friends… sounds more like a chain letter. But I find this more fun as all of us would be able to get to share a piece of ourselves to everybody. If you are to leave an important memory, what would that be? You can answer the question either by posting a picture, a video, writing a poem or whatever you think would best

Maybe because I am such a fun loving person, I always try to search and watch funny videos over YouTube. But unlike other people who are so adept in looking for the videos that they wanted, I can’t seem to find the ones that would really make me laugh boisterously. I can’t seem to use the right keywords to search for. Last week though, on my first ever conversation with my high school buddy, Ecel, in the last five months, she mentioned about a funny video over YouTube. She told me to search the word WANNABE and look for the video that was made by ‘Moymoypalaboy.’ She said that the video made her laugh until she dropped. Quoting her verbatim, “kaybaw ko buddy mobuhakhak jud ka ato (I know you would certainly laugh at it too.)” The following day, I searched the video and waited for it to load. I tried to be patient with the very slow broadband connection by Globelines but I simply could not so I just left it while it was loading and went to the dining table to eat my dinner. Fina

Everyday when I arrive at home tired from work, I usually go to the dining table right away and eat lunch. My sister and I usually talk for hours while eating and we talk just about anything and everything she can think of (Yes! she monopolizes the conversation). Yesterday, during our usual conversation, she suddenly blurted out a laughter and mentioned about the old letters she came across while cleaning her room forward slash office. The letters she was referring were from my father while he was working in Manila. She said, "You should read Papa's letters and you would find out how much he cared for you before." Didn't know what to say, only one word came out from my mouth.. "Really?!" The conversation about the letters ended abruptly because of some disturbance which I could no longer remember. The chat was over but my sister's words were still resounding on my head... "you would find out how much he cared for you before.."

Whenever I look at my nieces and nephew, I could not help but envy them with the kind of life that they have now. They belong to a happy family with their parents genuinely showing them their love and affection. They are not deprived of things that could develop their full potential and they are being raised and molded into a godly character. Thinking about how fortunate they are with their parents, I look back and try to remember how I was as a child. I try to remember what I was like, who were my playmates, which were the things I valued the most and what were the circumstances that made me who I am today. I try to think, but I could not remember anything. It's as if, every memory of my childhood has been erased. A case of selective amnesia? I remember during one of my classes in college, one of the lessons was about personalities of human beings. I could no longer recall the exact lesson but I remember understanding why I am not able to recall anything from my childhoo