There’s a Catholic booklet under my pillow and it is my first time to keep a religious object in my sleep. After reading the entire book jacket, I realized that the booklet was kept for 7 years in a box where I hide important readings that doesn’t interest me anymore. The booklet has traveled and it reached USA to reawaken my interest in religious studies. I can remember seeing that black booklet in a religion store and I asked my mom to buy it for me. My mom hesitated at first telling me that I can get one free because we know some priests who manage a similar store. I can’t wait to read it so she bought it, mom always wants to see me read. I think I have known too many things about Catholicism that wasn’t taught in class so I feel so smart in sharing relevant information that I have read. That was 7 years ago, when Catholic school kids didn’t have a choice but to believe on the scriptures.

The kid that was so excited in discovering what is beyond the Church teachings is gone. I don’t feel overwhelmed to read and see images that made an impact in building the Church. Not every word and image is reliable so I digested the information like I’ll only be needing it to refresh my mind on what my religion is. I still hold strong to my faith, I believe in God. But I’m no longer a believer of everything miraculous and holy. Intelligence and education has interfered with my beliefs but I feel better in doubting the stories of holy men. To see is to believe, God’s existence is the only thing I will never doubt. The rest still needs to be studied but knowing more won’t convince me.

The bookstore is always the place I choose to stay for hours if I really have nothing else to do in a shopping mall. You can guess that a library is also the place where I spend the remaining minutes of my break time. I love to read and it still holds true today that reading is my hobby. I’m not the type of reader who holds on to the same book or author because my interest changes almost every day. With the randomness of my book choice, I believe that I expanded my interests too much that I always find myself easily get weary of the same topic and it surely bores me to repeatedly hear a famous writer’s name. I don’t go out that much anymore like when I was in High School when it was easy to go anywhere as long as I’ll be home before dark. I am distances away from the library and from any bookstore but my situation has not limited me from being updated with the latest book releases. The internet has never kept me away from the best and rarest books I can read.

It’s been a year since I graduated from High School and it was only after High School graduation that I have realized how fast life can be. Fast to the point that I can find any book with just a few clicks, and quick for I haven’t noticed that it’s been a year since I created a strong bond with my computer. How the computer became my best companion is easy to explain and I will begin my story with my addiction which I failed to control. This isn't an ordinary addiction and it’s harmless if not abused. I call this addiction as blogging.

What I had been blogging traces my frustrations but it didn’t take me so long to realize that sharing my sadness to the world is unhealthy. It’s necessary to release such disturbing thoughts and emotions but I don’t want anyone to be affected by my writings. To shorten my story on my blogging experience, I decided to end it before New Year of 2006. My cyber addiction didn’t end with my decision to close my blog account. I have grown into a lady without experiencing the excitement of online gaming so I endlessly indulged myself into MMORPGs. Like my randomness in liking a book, my MMORPG choices are also unpredictable, but let’s not explore the reasons of my fickleness.

I am obviously still addicted to internet but for a long time of reflecting how the internet has benefited me, I learned to limit the use of it for more important causes like reviewing for future exams and researching for in depth information on a subject which I failed to do back then.

By the way, hello to everyone who have come across this page! This is my first TIG blog entry.