Saturday, August 6

New journey for me

Well, tomorrow is the day that I dreamed about a while ago. I described about that dream in the previous May 22 post titled: “Dreams”. I’ve secretly been waiting for tomorrow.  As a recapitulation: I remember in my dream seeing very clearly on a calendar that August 6 was going to be a Saturday.  And I’m the kind of person who never knows when a particular day will be a Sunday, Tuesday or any day of the week unless I look it up on a calendar.

I wonder if anything good is gonna happen.  I don’t wanna think that anything bad might happen.  I don’t have any particular plans for tomorrow; just study for the Special Education test that I have to take for next week.  I pray that my loved ones will be OK and it turns out to be a peaceful day.

These days have been a little tense because I’m in conversations for a new teaching position.  It involves a move to another county.  It could be stressful, but nothing can be more stressful than moving from one country to another.  Been there; done that.  We’ll be fine.  Thinking about it, it’s actually gonna be exciting to go to a new place.  Meet new people, go to new places.  Let’s see what happens.  All I know is that tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of our lives.  Have a great weekend!

The Perfect Candidate

Trump & Hillary

These days where politics are making headlines toward our next elections; I hear what each political party is offering through their candidates.  I have already made my mind about who I’m gonna vote for but I have to admit that I’m don’t agree completely on what my candidate offers.  I think that Democrats and Republicans are completely opposites in many things and I wish there was a candidate that would have a posture right in the middle of both.  For example; my ideal candidate would:

  • Be more strict with immigration but not in the extreme of exercising mass deporting. I do believe that every citizen has to be legal and that something HAS to be done with the illegal immigration.  But I also believe that we can’t separate families in-distinctively.  I also think that we can’t have Syrians running all around the country because of what has been done in their countries.  Not all Muslims are bad….but who can completely tell who is who?  It’s a matter of national security to let dubious characters who could be terrorists in disguise easy access to our country.  Terrorist attacks are a reality and there are threats done.  We can’t be so trusting.
  • This country needs to help Veterans and the Military but not in the extreme of neglecting the poor or starting wars with other countries.
  • There should be more rigid laws for gun control.  Too many crazy people have easy access to dangerous weapons.  These shoot outs have to stop.
  • I believe in equality but not in gay marriage.  LGBT are people and they deserve to be treated like human beings, they deserve to have jobs, be treated well in hospitals, buy houses and have a decent living but the church can never recognize their union as legal.  Marriage is a sacred union institutionalized by God.  If they want to have legal unions….it shouldn’t be done by a “marriage”; they could use another legal resource for same sex unions like maybe a legal partnership to assure inheritances and stuff like that.  But, two wives or two husbands??  It’s ridiculous. And most importantly, the LGBT people should never force the church to accept their unions as legal because they’re not.  God does not approve gay marriage and neither should the church. It’s anti-biblical. Period.
  • Abortions should only be conditional for medical reasons or rape.  Nothing more.  That’s why contraceptives exist.   If you don’t want to get pregnant there are ways to prevent it.

There are more points that I think that each political party defends or criticizes.  I wish there was an in-between.  But that’s what happens when one party wants to contradict the other.  Then there can’t be in-betweens.  We are in trouble.  May God have mercy!

Happy Father’s Day!

I wish God’s blessings to all fathers out there.  Thanks for all the sacrifices, the time spending, money spending, long conversations, ball games, plays attending, the scolding, the looking out, the laughs, the tears and all between.  You are not just a dad….you are a super dad!!


Voice Competition


I know my voice isn’t what it used to be when I was in my twenties, but I dared myself to enter to a voice competition.  I will really appreciate your votes because the grand prize would be a real blessing for me and my daughter.  So, if you have time and you like me enough: cast your vote for the only contestant from Texas (for now, it seems).  I will really appreciate it.  Down is the link for the competition,  click where it says “View Qualifying Round” and then on the map click where the state of TX is and there you’ll find me.  Thanks!!


Shared Message


I’m sharing this message that a friend of mine in Facebook posted on his timeline.  It’s exactly my feelings and my thoughts about the horrendous attack in Orlando:

What happened yesterday in Orlando was NOT God’s judgement on the United States nor was it a judgement on the victims’ lives. This was a terrorist and hateful act against human beings by a human being who was twisted by his beliefs.

Were many of them gay? Yes. Was the killer a Muslim of Afghan ascent? Yes, also. But let’s not make this a referendum to legitimize or not gay/lesbian behavior, or to establish if Muslims are good or not. The Bible makes that point very clear: “For all have sinned and are cast away from the Glory of God”.

That’s not the issue here. The issue is the disregard many have for human life. Jesus called it the “hardness of the heart”. Those killed by that young man were people, totally worthy human beings. And were finished by a religious nuts, self-justified by his radicalized beliefs. That’s why NO religion, NONE WHATSOEVER, is worth nothing.

Religious folks: don’t make a field day using the pain of those implicated. Gay activists: don’t make a field day using the pain of those implicated. Let us be sensible and balanced, and let’s have compassion and mercy.

Every murder, be it of one or six and a half million; of gays or straight; of Christians or Muslims, is an inhumane act, is sin, is bad, is to be damned, and is painful. And God, the Father that created them and us, does not want anyone to be lost, but for everyone to proceed to repentance and to come to the glorious knowledge of His Son, Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

Let me reiterate that not the Christian religion, nor the Muslim religion, can do anything for anyone. Only Jesus Christ of Nazareth, the Eternal Son of God, the Most High God, can solve the problem of terror, hate and death. How? Everything starts with you. The same hardened heart that drove that kid to kill fifty other human beings can drive you to do the same, or worse.

The Bible says that “the whole world is under the evil one”. How do you break free of the evil one’s influence? Simple: surrender your life to Jesus Christ of Nazareth and trust in Him. Accept Him as the Lord and Savior of your life, and you shall be saved. The solution, ladies and gentlemen, is Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and nothing or nobody else.

Have a great day today, and may we come to the glorious knowledge of God and of His Son, Jesus Christ of Nazareth.”

Joel J. Seda Orona

Nuff said!  That’s why I had to share.  My prayers for the wounded & relatives of all of the victims.



I need to share this experience I had last night.  It was one of those special dreams.  I can’t say how this dream started.  But in my dream, I was talking to God.  I could see like a clear mist surrounding me and I could feel His presence so close as if His arms were embracing me.  But the most wonderful part of this dream was when I heard His voice clear as day speaking to me.

Now before you think that it’s a schizophrenic thing or that I’m hearing voices…etc. just read me out first.  The voice I heard was a sweet low baritone voice.  He spoke perfect Spanish, without any distinctive nationality accent.  You see, God is not a Spaniard, or Cuban, or Mexican or Puertorrican.  He is the Maker of languages, He speaks any language in the way it should be spoken.  It was a perfect pronunciation.

I know that I was speaking to Him (I can’t really remember what I was telling Him first) but I clearly heard Him saying: “Canta“. (Canta is the Spanish word for Sing).  I replied to Him: “How do you want me to sing?”  He answered: “They let you sing, right?”  Meaning that in church it is allowed for anyone to join the praise team.

Now during this exchange of words with Him; I could also feel how He really wanted me to sing for Him; that He enjoyed listening to me praise Him but that there was also a purpose behind this request of his.

I answered: “Yes…”  But still feeling His presence so close to me, I remembered that to sing I need my voice. I haven’t been able to sing for months now. So I added: “Lord, I need you to heal my voice.”

That’s when I saw His hand reaching to my face; with two fingers He opened my mouth and touched the back of my throat.  Then I woke up.  But the wonderful part of this experience was that even while I was awake I could still feel his fingers inside my mouth touching my throat.

This is very far from having schizophrenia.  But you may ask: “Why is she having these experiences?”  The answer lies in Jeremiah 33:3 “Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.”

Pray to Him; seek Him in the wee hours of the morning.  He is available at 1…2…3 AM.  Those are the best times to reach Him.  He is listening in the silence of the night.  He is always there waiting for you to call.  And He will show you mysteries and you will be able to do wonderful things in the name of Jesus for the growth of His kingdom on Earth.



Have you ever had a dream that comes true?  It has happened to me many times but lately I’ve had two experiences with dreams that I’ve never had before, like finding out that details revealed in my dreams are in fact; true.

The first one was a dream that I had probably like a month ago or so.  I don’t remember well the details.  I just remember seeing in my dream my daughter’s best friend and her mother.  Anna and I were supposedly going with them to the state of Tennessee.  (They own a house in Florida, not Tennessee).

(One of the reasons that this is strange is because the only places I knew about Tennessee were Nashville and Franklin.  Besides that, I didn’t know any other places from that state.)  Well, in my dream we were going to a place called Portland.  In my dream I clearly saw the map of the state and on the Northeast of Nashville I saw where it was located.  When I woke up from the dream, I was curious about the info that I had just received and when I searched on my cell phone if there was a place called Portland, Tennessee: I got goosebumps when I found it and almost exactly located where I saw it on the map of my dreams.  I can assure you that I have never heard in my life about this place before.

Well, last night I went through a very similar experience.  I dreamed that I was talking to a man.  In our conversation, which I can’t remember the details but I can remember telling him that I would probably get him something for his birthday which was going to be on Saturday, August 6.  In my dream I clearly saw the calendar and August 6 was on a Saturday.  (I never know which day of the week is gonna be a certain day of the month unless I look for it.  I haven’t been looking at the August calendar lately if ever at all.  I have no reason why.)  When I woke up from the dream, I didn’t remember immediately the calendar detail, but when I did; I got curious.  I looked upon my cell phone’s calendar and there it was: just as I saw in my dream….August 6 will fall on a Saturday.  That was so weird.

Will I ever visit Portland, Tennessee?  I don’t know.  What’s gonna happen on Saturday August 6?  Let’s just wait and see.  But these kind of experiences sometimes keep me wondering.  Have you ever gone through that experience?  Did anything happen? Well,  enjoy the rest of your weekend and hopefully there will be more mysteries to unfold.

Illustration by Anna Lorraine.

Friday The 13th

Last Friday the 13th happened in November 2015.  It was a sad day.  France was victim of a terrorist act and I lost my job at the school I was working.  It was also my brother’s birthday. (But that’s not a sad thing).

Today is also Friday the 13th and it’s my cousin’s birthday.  And I also lost my job today.  And I’m OK with it; being humiliated constantly by people who have hatred in their heart is not  working in a healthy working environment.  God will pay and He is still my Provider.  It’s a good thing that there hasn’t been any terrorists attacks. (At least, not that I know of…).

I can’t help to think, is it me?  I was respectful, punctual, I was studying my material and I worked alone.  It was understandable to sometimes make mistakes; I had just been learning to do that job for a month.  But hatred is intolerable, unfair, critical, disrespectful, inconsiderate, unmerciful and ruthless.  But just like last time, I put my situation before the Lord.  Last time, He fought for me and He paid for the injustice.  I know He will do it again.  I’ll probably never know; but I rest assured that He will provide for my daughter and me.

And devil….this is for you:  “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return.  The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” Job 1:20.



How Was Your Mother’s Day?


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This photo was taken this morning at church.  I needed to go to my Father’s house.  These days have been very hard for me.  I’ve been tested again; I guess these are tests that I need to pass to better myself and to learn how to trust the Lord completely.  But God has been helping me.

I think this has been the first Mother’s Day that I’ve spent far away from my mom.  I miss her.  We spoke today through Skype.  I felt homesick but I do know that God wants me here.  I still don’t have a clearly reason why am I going through all these trials.

But this morning when I went to church; just a few seconds after I parked my car, I looked at my windshield and there was this bird looking at me.  I was completely shocked!  Why was it there staring at me? Somehow I knew that God was sending me a message.  You see…God takes care of all the birds.  They are closer to Him than any other animal that I’ve read about.

When I got out of the car and walked through the doors then I remembered this verse from Psalm 91:4 “He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge.”  I thanked Him; God is the only One who can deeply move me like this.

Yes, today was a peaceful day.  I hope yours was also blessed.  Kiss your mom, make her feel special everyday.  Let’s always pray for each other.  Prayer is a powerful thing.  God Bless You.

Worship Or Not?

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When the whole worship era started at churches; I was watching it from a far.  I don’t like to criticize the way people try to get near to God; unless it’s not biblical.  Psalms is the hymnal of the Bible and it describes many ways to worship God.  When I was young, dancing was a huge NO-NO at church.  It was considered a sin; buy yet when people sang at church those fiery  choruses in “salsa” rhythm those same critics couldn’t help moving their bodies side to side at the beat of the music.

So, there were so many contradictions in what they said and what they did; it was confusing but to talk about it was taboo.  The mentality of church goers have changed a lot during these last 30 years some for the good but also for the bad.  Does the Bible condemn dancing as a way of worship?  The answer is no.  Dancing was a way of worship during the Old Testament times.  King David danced to the Lord. There are innumerable verses in the Psalms that include dancing for Him as a way of worship.

Does that mean that all types of dancing can be accepted to worship the Lord?  No, it’s the same with all songs.  Not all songs worship the Lord.  So there are dances that can’t be accepted to worship the Lord.  I have been ministered to tears by dances that transmit a message through their movements.  But unfortunately, not all dances do that; only those that are really clear on their purpose on why are they ministering from the altar.

I do believe that the altar is a sacred place.  People go to the altar to repent; it’s the place where God ministers to His people through His word.  I don’t like it when the altar becomes a stage instead of a place where God reaches out to His people.  We have to be careful of that.  We can’t lose having fear of the presence of the Lord.  The altar is also the place where people can be healed and heard in prayer.  So the people who stand on the altar have to be washed in the blood of Jesus and repentant.  God should be respected, we love Him but always respect that He is Holy and His presence is Holy.

The worship movement has many beautiful songs based on the Bible and that is awesome. But the music should never substitute the reading of the Bible and it should always be inclusive to all members of the church.  I believe that the beginning of the devotionals at church should always include praying and the reading of at least one Psalm.  Plus all active church members should have the opportunity to worship God from the altar not just one worship leader.  Music is a tool to reach people but it’s not the only tool that God uses to minister His church.  Also, music can never substitute the preaching of His word.  The Bible HAS to have it’s rightful place in all service devotionals. Plus there has to be a balance where everybody can participate on the worship of God.

So, I don’t think the new worship is bad as long as God is the only One exalted; not men or women because all of the glory is His….always.


“Good Morning”Or “God Bless You”

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I recently started to assist to a church near my home.  I like it very much; there are lots of groups to which I could belong to and start working for the Kingdom of God.  There is so much work to do: missions, working with the youth, collective groups, ushers and so much more.  The church-goers are very friendly; but there is something that they do that keeps me wondering why they do it: and it’s the way they greet me.  They say a very effusive: “Good morning”.  I have nothing against saying “Good morning” specially if I’m at work or if I visit any secular place.  To greet with a “Good morning” means you have good manners. But to me, that greeting at church is not enough.

I do answer to anyone whenever I get that “Good morning” but after that, I add: “God Bless You”.  The “Good Morning” greeting should NEVER EVER substitute “God Bless You”.  Both greetings do not mean the same.

“Good Morning” means you are wishing for that person a pleasant beginning of the day.  It’s a limited greeting.  But when you say “God Bless You” you are wishing to the person receiving the greeting: blessings from the Almighty God which include: good health, love, prosperity, happiness, peace among every other gift that God can bestow upon that person plus there is no time frame limit to that greeting.  God can bless that person during that same day plus days, weeks and months after that greeting.

So I will continue to say: “God Bless You” because I want the best for my faith family.  Hopefully it becomes viral and I get the same blessings from everybody else.

Have a great week and God Bless You all!

Voice Requiem

This is a post that I would’ve never wanted to write.  But I have to.  I remember when I was a little girl (about 4 or 5 years old), I used to look through a window in an apartment where we lived in New York.  I remember observing the sunset and I would sing.  I sang songs that I had never heard before; they just came to my mind and I would just sing them.  I liked singing for fun and just when I was inspired.

I don’t know exactly when or who discovered that I could sing; but all I know is that I hated singing for other people.  It made me feel awkward, weird, ashamed and I just didn’t like the attention that other people would give me.  All of them would say that I had a beautiful voice and I believed them but I didn’t like to sing for them because it made me feel like a freak.

Most of my school years I practically never told my school mates that I could sing and the few times that I would carry a tune, a couple of my schoolmates would start telling me to keep on singing.  But I wouldn’t.  I hated the critics and I didn’t want to hear people’s opinion about my voice.

So, I just sang for God.  I was still a teenager when I started singing at church.  I hated making mistakes; but everybody still liked to hear me sing.  I knew I could do it well; but I noticed that my voice would get tired easily.  That’s why I took voice lessons and my voice grew in register and volume. I could sing for long periods of time and my voice wouldn’t get hoarse.  My voice teachers were very happy with me.  I was in my early 20’s and I was classified as a coloratura soprano.  I had a 4 octave register with very a fast and agile vocal range.  Bel canto like Donizetti and Rossini was very easy for me to sing. And I liked it but I still just wanted to sing just for God and not for competitions or anything like that.

Years went by and I did sing for the Lord, not as much as I should’ve.  I could’ve done so much more.  But then sickness came.  And with sickness came coughs.  Lots of coughing.  Coughing can damage the vocal chords very badly.  Teaching to kids and talking loudly and excessively didn’t help my voice.

When I moved to Texas, the allergies started.  I had to get a flu shot for a second time because even with a first flu shot I was still getting sick.  My voice got hoarse because of the effort made by talking so much, then the cough came and six months later; it still hasn’t gone away.  I have tried medicines and all I could find; but now I can’t sing anymore.  I can’t sing, not even for fun.  The voice just won’t come out; only air.  It has been too many months of this continuing allergy.  I hope to go to the doctor when I get my health insurance but I don’t know if I will ever sing like I did when I was younger.

I always wondered how would it feel to be like other people who can’t sing a note.  Now I know; and it’s very frustrating.  It’s more frustrating for me because I can hear the music and have the tones inside my head but I can’t sing them.  My voice is gone and I don’t know if it will ever come back.  I miss my voice and I’m losing my inspiration.  Ironically, when I went to “Harvest America” like three weeks ago, I started singing “Amazing Grace” when Chris Tomlin took the stage.  The lady beside me told me that I had a beautiful voice.  I thanked her but then I was sad. I don’t know what she heard but  the worst thing that could happen to a singer is to lose his/her voice.  Then, we can no longer be classified as singers.

Goodbye my voice and I hope you come back soon…also remember to bring back with you my inspiration.

When God Answers

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If God has answered one of your prayers, I bet you feel like dancing.  I feel the same way. And right now, I feel like dancing.  But before dancing, when God answered my prayer; I had to be thankful.  When we are thankful we should tell everybody what He did for us.  We can’t focus in what we did; we probably felt fear, doubt or sadness at some point.  It happens….but let’s recognize when God erased that uneasiness away and transformed it into a little bit of faith.  It doesn’t have to be too much.  We just need faith similar in size to a little seed of mustard.

Just four months after I was unjustly fired from my teaching job; yesterday I accepted a permanent position in Dallas County as a clerk in a courtroom.  It’s a job with benefits, not a contract like a teaching position which has to be renewed annually. To me, that represents stability instead of jumping from temp job to temp job. It may not pay as much as a teaching job but I won’t be living in poverty either.  It will give my daughter and me a decent living; it will help me to help others and also serve the Lord.  What God provides is good because that’s the way He is.  He is good.  He gives us exactly what we need.  So now I’m sharing with you what He did to me.  Believe that He will provide for you.  Believe that He will answer your prayer.  Because God is good!

Braum’s Milkshake


A little testimony I have to share: it just happened to me two hours ago.  Today I started a new job in Grand Prairie.  While I was getting there; my car hit something on the road.  But everything was fine so I continued to my destined place.  I finished my shift and I went back home; everything was fine so I thought.

When I arrived home, I ate and there were my niece and daughter expecting me.  After a while, when I was ready to start reading both of them entered the room saying that they wanted milkshakes from Braum’s.  I was wondering where was this coming from….why would they want milkshakes at that hour?  But I decided to indulge them and we went for the milkshakes.

When I started the engine, I noticed a light turned on in the dashboard.  I didn’t know what it was all about, because being a new car I would never think that something could go wrong with it.  I asked my niece what did she think it was and she told me: “Titi, that means that a tire needs air.”  Well, I did notice that the wheel was kinda hard to move so when we arrived at Braum’s I confirmed that the left front tire was almost flat.

I was immediately worried because I knew that if I didn’t fix that tire I wouldn’t be able to go to work tomorrow.  After we got the milkshakes, I was undecided about what to do next.  But when I was driving out of the parking lot, I saw a big yellow sign that said: Discount Tire Co.  So I drove there.  It was about to close; but the young man who saw me arrive rapidly attended me and told me that he would help me.  He told me that the tire was torn and it couldn’t be fixed, that I had to buy a new one.  So I did.  While we waited for the car to be fixed, I noticed that they were listening to the same radio station that I usually listen.  And the song playing on the radio said:  “There is power in the name of Jesus”.

The last car that was attended was mine.  I left the store, happy knowing that God has everything under control.  My niece and my daughter were laughing all the way just saying that thanks to the Braum milkshakes, I got to fix my car for tomorrow.  And they were right, but I will add that God put in my niece’s mind that idea for the milkshakes.  If I wouldn’t have listened to them, I would’ve woken up tomorrow with a flat tire and a big problem to go to work.  I would’ve been fired.  But God takes care of His children.  He knows I need that job.

Thank you God for taking care of us!  Thank you for using the simplest things to bless us!

So don’t be scared to listen to your kids sometimes.  They might be the instrument that God is using to help you.

Have a great week!

Surprises In February


Well, February is here.  Don’t you think it was fast?  Were already in the second month of the year and I’m still feeling like it’s last October.  We are in the dead of winter but I have seen no snow whatsoever.  So don’t blame me…

So hopefully this month will bring new surprises hence the title of this post.  I don’t know if you are alone or have a spouse, the most important love that you have is the love of God.  Even if you don’t believe in God; He still loves you and believes in you.  That’s his nature.  After all, He is love.

In the Old Testament we see a God who is a fighter and very strict; but He did love the Jewish people even though they were disobedient.  In the New Testament, Jesus taught us the true nature of God.  He taught about the loving Father who wants to reach unto us and was willing to give His precious Son so that we could reach to Him much easily.

Would you be willing to sacrifice a child of yours for someone who doesn’t deserve to be saved?  I know you wouldn’t.  But yeah, we didn’t deserve to be saved because our nature is to be selfish and rebellious.  But God forgives us because He sees Jesus’ blood covering us in His mercy.

And God has beautiful surprises for us; every day.  Haven’t you thought about how one day is never the same than the day before?  Something different always happens.  How amazing is being alive!  Maybe seeing the future is scary; but if we live one day at a time; we will make the most of these fleeting times.  Welcome the surprises!

Illustration by Anna Lorraine.


Lesson Of Faith


Have you ever told God: “Please God, don’t fail me now!”?  Well, start changing your saying into: “Please God don’t let me fail You now”.  The truth is that God never fails.

We fail all the time; especially when we are going through financial troubles and trials. We get anxious about the future that hasn’t come yet.  We start remembering the times when we have had debts to pay and no money to pay them.  How about starting to remember the times that God provided us when we were needy?  Yes, He probably used somebody to help us.  He has angels everywhere!  Those are the people who let themselves be used by Him.  You could be one of His angels too.

My lesson for this week was learning to trust Him.  (Yeah, I’ve been relearning this lesson over and over again.)  My thick headed skull doesn’t grab it that easy.  I keep failing in that test.  But God keeps showing me, with His unique patience, that He will never fail. If we have faith in Him, we won’t be anxious, nervous or depressed.  We rest assured that He will deliver us from any problem that we can’t handle.  But we want to handle everything and see the solutions with our eyes right away.  I know…been there done that.

Things may be cloudy and grim right now.  Just wait and see what He will do. He’s our Loving Father, He’ll never leave us alone. Tell me, would you leave your kids alone when they most need you?  …Just as I thought.

Just. Trust. And. Have. Faith.   Have a great week!

Illustration by Anna Lorraine.

Midna.Neko Is A Celebrity At Last!


Great News!  Midna has her own webpage, her own Facebook and her own Instagram. Her Twitter page will be added soon.  Please visit her blog and make her feel special by liking her posts and her About Meow page.

Yeah, her royal highness ordered me to tell you this…hahaha!!

About Meow

Someone Else


Just to let you know how important Someone Else has been in my life:

When I was born, my mom didn’t name me: Someone Else did.

When I was growing up at school, the kids would never pick me in games. They always picked Someone Else.

Whenever I fell in love with a guy; he would always choose Someone Else.

I applied to many jobs these past weeks; but the prospective employer’s letters came back saying they had selected Someone Else for the positions.

I played the Powerball and Someone Else won.

I’m starting to feel that Someone Else is following me wherever I go.

I just wish that whenever I have to pay a bill; Someone Else would have to pay it.  But that’s where Someone Else never shows up…

So whenever you feel that Someone Else is taking away your stuff; just remember that Somebody Else is going through the same situation.

Illustration by Anna Lorraine