Miah Learns to Write

The sound of your laughter is music to my ears It echoes at the back of my mind Whenever I hear it, I feel giddy inside That lilting bellow brings warmth into my heart Like the rays of the sun after the storm has passed I don't know if you ever knew The joy that fills my heart when I see Even the slightest trace of a smile on your lips Every time I try to cheer you up Or I just want to make you laugh Because it breaks my heart to see you sad Whenever our eyes meet, I skip a beat Whenever we talk, time fades away The way our fingers link together It's as if nothing can tear us apart The heavens are witness to the bond we have Now I look up at the stars tonight Sitting here on the lakeside shore The wind blows cold, the moon shines bright And there's a heaviness lingering in the air I haven't gotten used to this feeling yet So many memories we've had, both good and bad We kept them in photographs, mementos, and knick-knacks We sent letter

Excuses, explanations, Lengthy questions, Repetitive vanities, Authority abuse, and Rude insensibility. Condescension, Justification, Impositions, Jumping to conclusions, and Heinous profanity. There is no use In defending yourself. The gavel has fallen, The verdict decreed. You have no choice But to follow like the rest Lest you stand up against And be cast out in the street. It is exasperating, that's true. But one thing I have for you Life is better when you accept That you are not the center of the universe.

The joy of being a child is simple Things were easy, things were light You were just trying to discover life. The world was your playground The stars within your reach Not even gravity can keep you down But then you start to forget You grow up and bother yourself With matters of consequence. Your hair grows longer Your mind gets greener Your sight becomes dimmer Left is right Right is never straight And straight always leads you nowhere. Look back, then look ahead Only a child can see What lies beyond eternity. The joy of being a child is simple When you begin to understand You were a child all along.

I had a makeup class today in accounting and as with all our other sessions in this class, our professor was late again for an hour. I think she purposely does that because her lectures last for only an hour so we had to wait an hour for her to get to class. Most days, we wait about half an hour for her to get to class and give her lecture in an hour. Now that I have been able to reflect on why that certain professor is always late, it somehow makes sense to me. Though most of our other professors are on time for their classes, I usually get bored halfway through their lectures and many people have mentally checked out by then as well. I heard before that the optimum number of hours to present a certain topic or lecture would be 25 minutes because your audience's attention is focused on you but afterwards, their attention span gradually declines. Our accounting professor's strategy is an interesting one because she comes to class late, gives a one-hour lecture generally havin

Cliffhangers have always been a pet peeve of mine. There is some type of effect that lingers upon one's mind and emotion when you finish an open-ended story and that effect is an annoying one. There are so many questions left to be answered and so many possibilities of how the conflict should be resolved that one would simply choose to go over the cliff just to end the agony of not knowing what happens next. However, this does open up the chance of a sequel but not all stories have a sequel or not all authors choose to write a sequel so there is a pestering feeling of irresolution because the story is missing a definite end or that there is no release for the tension that has already been built up from the preceding events of the story. In my experience, it may become frustrating to a certain point but as time passes by, the feeling will dissipate and you will most likely forget about it because you have your own life to live and that story is continually being revealed to you s

I am proud to be a Filipino. I had often wondered why God would place me in this nation and in this era but I have since accepted the fact and have been grateful that He has. No doubt all races have been made equally with dignity and worth because we are all made in the image of God. But I also acknowledge the fact that God has given us all unique characteristics that make us distinct from other people and races. So I want to give some reasons why I think Filipinos are awesome. This does not mean that other races are not awesome, but I simply want to point out certain realizations I have had about my people. 1. Filipinos are a resilient people.  We never stay down, we never give up, we never lose hope. No matter how many storms come our way, both figuratively and literally, we always get back on our feet. Nothing can break us. I guess a lot of people in the world are also resilient like the Japanese or say the Israeli but what sets Filipinos apart from the rest would be our undyi

A week ago, we had our midterm exam for our marketing management course and it consisted of two parts: a multiple choice test and a case study. The multiple choice was easy enough but tricky since a lot of the questions always came down to two similarly good answers. Needless to say, it was the case study that bore the most weight for the exam and I was quite nervous because I never considered myself a marketing type of person. The case study slightly surprised me not because I did not know the answers but that it was really quite a practical one since our professor gave us a product to assess, for free. That product was Kopiko 78C which was introduced just last year as a ready-to-drink coffee latte. I felt at that moment realizing what we were supposed to do that I was at a disadvantage since as you may have read from a previous blog post ( article source: http://twocentsofmiah.blogspot.com/2012/01/sip-of-coffee.html ), I do not drink coffee of any sort, whether brewed or iced, pu

I just finished reading a love story today. It reminded me what my English literature professor told us about stories. She said that there has only ever been two subjects that stories talk about: love and loss. Of course, that's probably an oversimplification but then after careful consideration, I do think that behind the story of the thing we call "life" from which almost every other story is set upon, that adage contains truth in it. There are a few questions that I would like to address, more to myself than anyone, as a form of catharsis I guess. The first question is: Will you bear to risk loving someone even though you know for a fact that you will get hurt, you will feel broken, and you will be reminded of those moments when you felt so alive because you were with that person, all the while knowing that you will never be able to hold that person again? Are you willing to love someone even though it will probably cause the most intense pain you would ever feel

Merry Christmas! It is the morning after Christmas here in our part of the world but I believe many are still celebrating the merry day. Christmas is obviously a joyous occasion and it is the time of rejoicing and sharing hope and love with people. But I also do not take away the fact that this is not the case for many parts of the world right now especially in war torn areas where fear and dread are palpable and death is imminent. For those brothers and sisters out there, it is probably not a merry Christmas and my heart goes out to them. Despite this sad truth, however, I believe that the very concept behind this occasion is the hope that they need and quite frankly, everyone else does too. I guess everybody knows the story of where this all began. It is a story of hope, joy, and love. But on the flip side, it is also a very painful story and I know many people can relate. Think about it, the God of the universe came into his own and he had nowhere to sleep in, he was basically

Many times I would have to mentally scold myself when I don't do things perfectly and sulk about it. In many instances as well, I would have to stop comparing myself to others. This is one of the struggles I go through every day and I recognize that this is not something new for me. When I was younger, I got irritated when outcomes weren't up to par with my expectations, when they weren't perfect the way that I saw how it should go. I usually set the bar high for myself, but not only that, I also extended this expectation of such standard toward others. When I let people down, I sulked in self-pity and sometimes I still do which I constantly have to submit to God because it is detrimental to me and to others as well. I admit that I'm not perfect, nobody is but when we compare ourselves with others or when we become so obsessed with having everything to go our way, the way which we think is the best, then we will be going on a downward spiral of condemnation, reg