Miah Learns to Write

After much consideration, I finally resolved within myself to come back from hiatus. It's been about seven months since my last post and I intended it to be the last. At that point, I decided to bury this blog and never speak of it again. But here I am, writing once more. You may ask, " Why? What triggered you to return? " or maybe not. Simply put, things have immensely changed for the past few months and quite recently I have created new blogs besides this one so that I can at least do something with my spare time since I am currently having a month-long semestral break. Now, on with the topic at hand. As I have said, over the past few months, many things have changed and I believe for the better. However, these changes were anything but ordinary and the only word that would describe them is miraculous . Often, we would associate the word miracle with the supernatural and divine power of God interceding in the lives of His people, making even the most humanly imp

Photo by Corey Blaz on Unsplash I was just looking at the photos from my graduation and I smiled as my mind became flooded with wonderful memories of the people that I have been with all those years but a slight pang of regret surged through me when I realized that I had not made the most of the opportunities that I was given. For half of my high school life, I had been a reserved person, not wanting to put myself on the spotlight and risk being intrigued. I kept my distance from people and only stayed with those whom I can really connect but now I know that the best bonds are built on honesty and openness. The strongest connections start with just a tiny spark of familiarity. I came a long way from my hostility and I owe it all to my best friends from high school. They surely dragged me out of my comfort zone which was quite difficult but they pulled it off. I am blessed to have known such genuine friends and I know our bonds will last forever. Graduating from high school

This morning, I happened to stumble upon a hanging ornament of sorts in front of the door which bears a written poem titled "Ask, Seek, Knock". Since I fancied it, I am going to share this one to you. Hope it gives you enlightenment just as it had given me. Ask, Seek, Knock I got up early one morning and rushed right  into the day; I had so much to accomplish that I didn't  have time to pray. Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier  came each task. "Why doesn't God help me?", I wandered.  He answered, "You didn't ask." I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day  tolled on gray and bleak; I wondered why God didn't show me;  He said, "But you didn't seek." I tried to come into God's presence;  I used all my keys at the lock; God gently and lovingly chided,  "My child, you didn't knock." I woke up early this morning, and pause  before entering the day; I had so much to accomplish that I had

For most students, today marks the start of their long-awaited semester break where they can spend most of their time whether at home or any other place without having to worry about school. For others, however, a long, unproductive week has passed and perhaps cut short for them. But, everything is the same for me since I spent most of this "break" at school. Today was no different from the other days. Except that it is raining. So, as I thought that we had some sort of meeting in school, I went only to find out that it was cancelled because there is a typhoon today. Reasonable enough I guess. Anyway, I decided to go home. I started walking along the Padre Faura Street on the side of the Supreme Court. I usually walked along the other side but this time, I decided to change it up a bit. Then it took a turn of events. As I neared Robinson's, a guy came up to me asking for some money. He was probably in his late teens or early twenties and he was wearing a loose,

Just recently, I had finished reading Victor Hugo's world-renowned novel " Les Misérables " or Les Mis for short. To anyone who wants to renew their view on life and humanity as a whole, I recommend you to read this novel. It definitely helped me regain my passion for reading and writing but it also gave me fresh ideas that I would like to tap into. However, before you read it or do anything with the book, you need to be prepared in the sense that you need to have an understanding of the human essence and you need to sit through more than 1,000 pages of the book, patience is a must. The book I read was somewhat abridged but it still contained the fullness of the story and the emotions that are brought about with it. But, if you want to get the whole gist of the fantastic journey of Jean Valjean, then read the 2,000-page novel if you have the time. This novel has truly deeply moved me and touched me. I actually have a last song syndrome on "I Dreamed a Drea

I'm back! It's been a long time. I actually thought of closing this blog but I decided not to. To tell you the truth, the reason why I wanted to do this in the first place is to set the platform for me to become a freelance writer and to make an income out of it. But now, I have realized that I should write because it makes me come alive. Writing is my passion. Over the past months, I have had an internal struggle which concerns my identity as a writer. As I have learned, a writer has his own personal voice that infuses with his personality to express how and what he feels about the things going on around him. I had to go through many setbacks and disappointments regarding my writing style - I just did not feel that my writing was good enough. After I attended a writing workshop, a spark lit that rejuvenated my whole being and that rekindled my passion for writing. I rediscovered myself and the purpose why I write - I write just for the fun of it. I write because I live

It was a fine Sunday afternoon and I was walking down the pavement across the avenue toward the museum where I will meet with my friends. I came earlier than the arranged time. So I took a seat in front of the museum cafe while the barista serves two foreigners their coffee and tobacco. To pass the time, I listened to the mellow, soothing sounds of jazz played by a jovial musician whose face was quite familiar to me though it might have been someone else that I have been thinking about. As I sat there, I contemplated on how beautiful life was. Though I have already thought so many times and are attested to by the myriad of beautiful scenery that are laid out for us on open fields, on meadows, on mountaintops, and even on top of the high-rise buildings in the splendor of a bustling, illustrious city. I saw a burly man whose skin was lightly toned walking with his wife dragging her feet behind him. He looked to her as if to ask her whether she would like to stop for a while but

It has been a while since I last posted in my blog. Recently, I have been caught up with homework and school activities which means that I have no time to keep a daily update with my blog. Anyway, since today is a very special day, I want to make this post extra special to the people who are entitled to it. Our fathers have stood the test of time; they have made numerous sacrifices to provide for and take care of their family. At times, they would juggle between two or three odd jobs just to make ends meet. But through it all, they continue to persevere and they deserve all the love and respect from their family. Because of what they do, we consider them the supermen in our lives. Every day, they give their best, often more than they can give, just to give us the best kind of life. They serve as our role models and mentors in life. We learn to be good leaders and persons of character from them. They are the epitome of leadership, integrity, justice, and principle. At tim

To my mother and to all moms out there, may you continue to love and to be loved by those around you, by your family, your friends, and may God continue to bless you with the strength and the wisdom to lead your children and to protect your family. A personal poem for my mom that I just did at this moment. Mom, do you know how much I love you each day? Though I may not say it in words or express it through my ways deep down inside, I will love you Always and Forever. Do you know how much I cried when you are not with me? How I longed for your embrace, Just the sight of your face was enough for me or when I hear your soft, gentle voice telling me, "It's okay". Have I ever told you how much you mean to me? Every day you work hard every day you give your all and at times, I am insensitive but you love me anyway I know it in my heart and I just want to show it too. Without you, I would not be here From the time I was in you You cared an

I was meaning to write something about this months ago. I finished reading the novel, though I have not seen the movie, I am fully content with the written story. Basically, this is about two sisters, both of which have interesting characteristics, habits, and thoughts about love and romance. Although they seem totally different in their personalities, one preferring silence and resolve, while the other leans toward strong emotional conviction and carefree living. But as I went along the story, I felt the connection and concern of both sisters with each other as they tread a path of pain from heartbreak and treachery. All the while, their bond becomes stronger, and their respect for each other more so. The elder of the two is Elinor and she is more reserved with her feelings than her ostentatious younger sister, Marianne who always finds a time to express her extreme emotions. However, they are equally passionate in their pursuits, only they show it in different ways. More