fairy tales


I remembered a story once told to me by a friend…this is what the story is about….

Day 1…

You smiled at me with the warmest glow;

you greeted me with the kindest hello.

then no words uttered,

till you say “i’ll go”.

Day 2…

You stood beside me and say “how do you do?”

you added, “take care in whatever you do”.

then no words uttered,

till you say ” see you tomorrow”.

Day 3…

You were behind me saying “this is for you”;

you said ” go ahead have it with you”.

You begun talking, asking, and laughing;

you said “tis is wonderful in the making”.

then no words utterer,

till you say “i’ll be here tomorrow”.

Day 4…

You laugh at my silly jokes;

you smile at my petty mistakes.

you help me in any way;

you made me joyful all day.

you said “i’ll go with you”;

you added ” i’ll buy something for you”

then no words uttered,

till you say ” what about tomorrow?”

Day 5…

You arrived earlier;

you were merrier.

you throw me with a smile;

you’d converse with me for a while.

you showered me with so much affection;

you’d speak with the kindest attention.

you’re different this time;

you glow more and shine.

then no words uttered,

till you say ” i’ll call you later”.

Day 6….

you call me indeed;

you were outspoken and candid.

you said “wanna hear your voice”

you added ” no joke , no dice”.

then no words uttered,

till you say ” i ‘ll hung up for now”.

Day 7…

You arrive with something in your hand;

you said  “come and get it, don’t make me stand”.

you were smiling when you gave it over;

you added I’m sure you’ll remember this ever.

then no words uttered,

no calls made…

no warm glow….

no kind hello…..

no silly jokes….

no petty mistakes….

no showered affection…

no kindest attention….

It’s few weeks gone since i saw you last…


few weeks ago i got the chance to reconnect to this friend and i happen to ask the about the story she once told me…unfortunately though, she said they parted ways…. you see, sometimes events can be so tricky…. i thought all the while that these two would have a “happy ever after” ending, like the ones that we’ve seen in some fairytale inspired movies.. But… well, after all, life is not a fairy tale..there can never always be a happy ending..we can only make the most out of each events in our lives… even if they did not have their happy ending and even if life is not a fairy tale it doesn’t mean that you can’t have your own happy ending….it doesn’t mean that you can’t have your own fairy tale….it’s up to you…make your own happy ending…create your own fairy tale..after all..YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE….

Good luck!!!!.I believe in happy endings.. I believe in fairy tales… (in case you failed to read between the lines…for the record, i have my happy ending, i have a my own fairy tale)…


Heavenly As It Can Be

Some people come…some people go…some we remembered…some we have forgotten…some we hated..some we loved…but there are times when we meet people and we are surprised by how they have made an impact on our lives..

After quitting my job, i thought my world would be stuck in the four corners of our beautiful Spanish – Mediterranean inspired house. But i was wrong. I had a once in a lifetime opportunity to have worked with amazing educators who have truly inspired me. Here’s something for these ladies who i thought are really amazing and worth emulating…(maybe i just miss them….just maybe)

Four lovely ladies,

all dressed in fancy white sassy dresses.

The first is tall and pretty,

she could be a bet in the runway.

They say, she should not be strutting in fancy braces,

unfit for a muse in service.

To be holy, to be cheerful,

you don’t need a brace in full.

I say even the angels in heaven

would sing and dance with this maiden,

for her perfect white teeth with braces,

making her the most charming always.

The second is smart and witty,

she could be defending the poor and needy.

They say she’s better off as lawyer in the hall,

for she’s too inquisitive and highly intellectual.

I say, even Jesus needs a lawyer, though late,

she could have defended Him against Pilate

who chooses Barabas over Jesus.

With that, all the angels and saints

will be rejoicing and dancing merrily in heaven

for she chooses Jesus over the academe.

The third is small but terrible,

the most jolly of all.

always wanting perfect answers for imperfect queries.

I say even the high priest in the early times

would be glad for her conviction and singing prowess.

The choirs in heaven would welcome her surely,

for she makes the best song leader truly.

small and terrible indeed,

she’s the sweetest, should you know i bet.

The last of course is not the least, i was told,

she’s perfectly perfect for an imperfect world.

They say she’s too good to be true in fact,

she should see that reality bites and be tact.

I say, we are in dire need of someone like her,

who makes service filled with cheer.

I’m sure even Jesus needs a budget officer,

so i bet she’d have a perfect place there.

With these ladies around,

messing up could be no way bound.

So be truly cheerful and holy,

for they will help you fully.


I just thought this is a perfect tribute for the wonderful ladies who have been so wonderful and amazing…So if you guys think you need to say something for someone, do it now….never wait…who knows you might not have the time to do it…go ahead and tell them how much you appreciated them…them tell how much smile they have put on your face…tell them they have warmed your heart…tell them you have missed them.. and above all, tell them you LOVE them more than they have ever know…It may sound corny…funny..cheesy…but don’t you know that the corniest…the funniest..the cheesiest things are most of the times the ones that keep us all as one big happy family. Oh by the way…these ladies are the amazing Salesian Sisters..

Paulo Coelho

Paolo Coelho is such a brilliant writer. So brilliant that i actually realized i have journeyed along with him through his novels… They say a writer never runs out of idea. But last night,… for a while I thought i did. It was terrible, having the flu, the colds…..i couldn’t think of something worthy writing. I came across an old notebook in which i have written some of the titles of the books I’ve read and have made an impact in my life…and that’s it!…I just got an idea….Thanks so much Paolo.. you are truly an inspiration..

Santiago was a young boy

in 1988 you created him in Alchemist.

i was in my ponytails and pigtails,

in 1988 a little girl so clueless.

twenty years after,

i met Santiago by dinner.

he said when you want something,

all the universe conspires in helping.

Along came Brida,

in 1990 you made.

a beautiful gypsy girl

whose quest for knowledge is amazing.

i was a growing to be like her,

in 1990 a high school teenage girl.

she said seek for the truth

never be scared for what have been sought.

You ventured to the Mojave desert,

in 1992 to find the Valkyries who assert

that finding your guardian angel

you need them badly for help.

1992  was the year to say

you realized trudging the desert is a dismay.

I was walking through another space

like you in the dessert i race.

By the river Piedra you placed

two lovers in such a maze.

In 1994 you proved that love

is indeed like a flying dove.

cage it and it will scream to death,

but let it go and it will fly back with great faith.

I was searching for the same passion

yet i let go and move on with fashion.

Elijah an obedient angel in 1997,

you created with pride and great sense.

You proved once more that obedience,

is such a value forgotten with negligence.

I entered college as freshman,

in an academe where there was no man,

to focus on my dreams

and be like Elijah on the Fifth Mountain.

In 1997 Veronica decides to die,

a perfect lady who commits suicide.

Confided in an asylum for a while,

she sees the whole world in a different style.

I was a young mother then, I tangled,

caring and nurturing as I struggled.

I see the world different as it used to be,

with a baby at hand i disregard being me.

In 2000 the Devil meets Ms. Prym,

taking responsibilities and actions in rhyme.

She said our conduct is a matter of control and choice,

indeed as I battle with my own evil’s choice.

I made things right by then,

fulfilling my dreams is what i mean.

Truly we battle everyday in life,

between good and evil we continue to strife.

Maria in 2003 was born

in Eleven Minutes you’ve shown,

true love is  being with someone

without possessing no one.

I was already focused and stable

with my family complete on the table.

It might take eleven minutes to stop,

and proclaim your live on top.

The Witch of Portobello in 2006 came to being,

searching for one true self in the beginning.

She said opening up to the energies of the world,

is one thing we should withstand and behold.

I have matured and become successful,

but continues to reach out to fulfill

a life of stability and contentment,

lies in opening oneself and atonement.

Indeed the Winner Stands Alone,

in 2008 you created in tone.

With the rise of the super class,

born Ewa, Igor, and Hamid who falls.

I was torn between work and family,

choosing the latter made life lovely.

As  Igor, Ewa and Hamid fell defeated,

I stood triumphantly even when I’m seated.

2010 came, Aleph you discovered,

a point where the whole universe is contained.

Hilal you met and converse,

in Aleph your only universe.

I have found my Aleph too,

in the arms of the one who truly knew,

in sickness and in health indeed,

true love once the world forbid.


You see, sometimes we read purposely only to be amazed…..little did we realize that we read what we read and we love the writers we love because at some point, our lives have met….our energies have been pulled together….our minds have been on the same level… and our paths have crossed (believe me we all did…in time…)

shopping spree

When others travel abroad they are excited about seeing new places…eating new dishes…experiencing new adventures…meeting new people…learning new languages…. (my list could actually go a long long way..) BUT ME? when i travel abroad..(which i always do with my family) I am excited for only one thing….SHOPPING….

a hundred colored choices

filling my sight in a glimpse;

so delicate, so soft, so elegant

touching you is what i want;

intricately and perfectly laid

choosing is difficult indeed.

i could pick one anyway

knowing you makes me wanna stay;

so close, so smooth, so sweet

touching makes me fall off my feet;

sophisticated and enchanted you are made

making up my mind as i persuade.

should it be the one i adore?

or just bear what my desire could be.

somehow, someway i need to pick

my heart bleeds feeling like I’m prick;

my mind is truly torn

deciding makes me forlorn.

I can’t make up and decide

seeing furious faces as they hide;

annoyed by million years undecided

messing up everything offered;

by angry ladies as they plea

from fickle – minded shoppers like me.


i admit the general rule that every poet is a fool; but i guess every fool is not a poet….you see i would be a fool if i will not say there’s no other way to enjoy traveling than shopping; especially if your pocket is filled with extra bunch of cash…(that is..if you have..) well i guess you wouldn’t dare travel if in the first place you barely have ….or can you? .. would you?…

Mirthless Muse

I saw a lady. She’s got the looks. Shes’ got the clothes. She’s got the attitude. She’s got the style. Something is hidden; she covers it with a smile.  …nobody cares… no one sees inside…no one sees her tears…no one understands…nobody will ever see….Here’s for you….beautiful mirthless muse…


The flowers move as you sway;

the wind catches you to stay.

The bees trace your track;

trying to catch you back.


Your lovely that’s what they say;

your smile brightens their day.

Your scent makes them shiver;

as you walk down and ponder.

One day the flowers move no more;

the wind stood still colder.

The bees loses your track;

they don’t want you back.

You were sad and lonely;

your smile makes their day cloudy.

Your scent makes them grieve;

as you sat in deep bereave.

Maybe the gods cursed you today;

no, a hesitant bee say.

Maybe the devil works its way;

to make you forlorn lady.


It’s not easy to live life sometimes and face the world with a smile. It takes a lot of courage to reach down inside yourself….BELIEVE….there’s always a rainbow after the rain and that, as everyday went by you will realize that LIFE as it is, is already the RAINBOW…the biggest silver lining of all…..You see, its up to you…Good luck!!!….may you find the biggest silver lining your searching…….


The “in betweens”

I am milion miles away from home. The distance is suffocating…deafening…exhilarating…this is nothing compared to the distance we’ve created even if we’re not million miles apart; the distance between our families…our friends…our siblings…our in laws..our neighbors…and often times the distance between the very person we claimed we love the most. Yes! This is the distance that we cannot measure..we cannot touch…we cannot see…BUT we can always bridge the gap…find a way..open an avenue…and maybe, yes, just maybe see a clearer view…

Between heaven and earth;
a story is unearth.
Between past and present;
a sailing is sent.
Between here and there;
a distance is clear.
Between a moment and forever;
a struggle so clear.

Sometimes heaven and earth met;
when a story is broken and lit.
Sometimes past and present collide;
when the sailing subside.
Sometimes here and there is near;
when the view is clearer.
Sometimes a moment and forever is eternity;
when the struggles become infinity.

So move heaven and earth boldly;
for your story to be told oddly.
So hold the past and present sincerely;
for your sailing to be done completely.
So break the here and there completely;
for your distance to be moved effortlessly.
So create a moment and forever lovingly;
for your struggles to be over definitely.

you see…its not that bad after all…its not even that hard…so find a way …fill in that hollows you’ve created..who knows it might be just the only way to complete the empty YOU…i just did…try it….

celebrating life in poetry

life as we know it is a migraine – inducing thing (its not even a thing)…to celebrate its joys and sorows, its triumphs and defeats,….its amazing….after all ONE LIFE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE in the world

so …to kick off my day and make my life beautiful as it has always been, i would have (i mean it EVERYDAY) a cup (a mug….actually) of coffee every morning…but i cannot have cappuccinos at home…you know this thing when you go to starbucks to get one…non – fat, decaff…less sugar..so here’s how i miss my cappuccino….


Secrets of silver swirly dreams
moments of silence, frosty screams
stronger visions of soft, sweet, irreplaceable joys.

Remain pure, light, alluring;
beautifully crafted in a whipped snow – white
heavenly cream.

Choco – colored clear reflections
warm, unstirred, floating hopes
sweet, hot bits of serenity
delicious criss – cross fantasies.

lovingly blended by delicate
stored in a cup, freshly designed,
classically adorened.

window panes, soaking with rain
againts the ivory painted walls
rhythm blues played again
around cosy, midnight blue couches.

millions of thoughts wondering about
soothing, empowering, mirrorball of the soul.

ahhh! how i longed for my savoury cappucinno..


in case your wondering..yesss this is true to the one man i always miss;… the man who put butterflies on my stomach, the man who put my heart on my mouth, the man made me fabled trembling kness….the LOVE OF MY LIFE …my cappucinno…