That Place Called Artsy Cafe

Today I went to Wonderland. Or at least it felt like it. There was no Mad Hatter or Cheshire Cat or Queen of Hearts or whatnot. But then there’s two of my most favorite… Continue reading

Every Human Being’s To-Do List

  TO-DO LIST: 1. Love yourself more. 2. Love yourself better. 3. Love yourself even when it’s difficult. 4. Love yourself most especially when it’s difficult. 5. And love others too. 6. Love… Continue reading

Maybe

  I am an adverb. This realization occurred to me (or at least I forced this realization to descend upon me) as I was reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love.” I intentionally picked… Continue reading

If (For People Waiting for the Right Time)

“You have suffered enough and warred with yourself It’s time that you won, take this sinking boat and point it home” FALLING SLOWLY *** If you asked me the right question long before… Continue reading

It’s All Right

    I know you’re scared. You’re scared to dream, you’re scared to love, you’re scared to admit that you want to chase all the right things. And believe me, that’s all right. It’s all… Continue reading

Looking for Magic

The six-year old me used to believe that somewhere in the middle of every busy city, well-hidden in crowded places and noisy streets, there were secret portals leading to magical worlds. I often… Continue reading

An Apology to Both of Us

To this day, the mere mention of your name still turns my stomach upside down. But it has gotten much worse over the last five years, it’s as if the butterflies have somehow… Continue reading

How He Loved Her

He looked at her as if she was his favorite painting in the museum. No, that would be an understatement. He looked at her as if she was the only piece of art… Continue reading

On Dreams and Realities

When I was five I wanted to become a princess— the kind of princess who lives in a faraway kingdom, always in between that proverbial once upon a time and happily ever after.… Continue reading

Poems and Pineapples

“It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.” – Pablo Neruda – Do you know why pineapples have many eyes? I do. I’ve known the answer since I was six. The reason… Continue reading

Mishaps

He still thinks about her. She’s still the girl he looks for in every crowd— in parks and malls and concert halls where he knows she’d never go— he still hopes to find… Continue reading

Nightmares

There she goes, still lurking in his dreams, vanishing before daylight, always gone before he could hold her. She never lost him, not even for a while. But he’d already lost her a… Continue reading

Silences

I have known three kinds of silences: There’s the kind that’s hardly noticed— quickly passing, and oblivious to its own existence. Perhaps when we were strangers, before we met, before we happened, our… Continue reading

When I Grew Up

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Every child has been asked this question countless of times and I was no exception. I remember having different answers with innocent reasons.… Continue reading

Random Confession #2

Artists have always been my favorite childhood heroes. I mean, they save us in ways we never thought we needed to be saved. Now I realize maybe heroes also needed saving; maybe the… Continue reading