I found myself indulging to one of its delectable dish, the chocolate chip waffle. It was breakfast. What could be better than having your breakfast at the Pancake House? :)

I remembered one of my colleagues telling me its humble beginnings. Indeed, it was one of the most inspiring stories I have ever heard. The pancake tycoon, whose business sells like pancakes-no puns intended, was a hardworking mother.

Back in the 90's, Mary had to sell pancakes by the street. She had been doing this since her husband had left her and she had no money to send her three kids to school. She was willing to do anything to earn money. She starts her Pancake business at six in the morning, and end it at seven in the evening.


Thankful to God that she had enough for her kids' tuition fee, she always end the day starving. She would give her share of dinner to her three kids.


One day, her eldest daughter did not come home. She had only received a letter.


Ma, I am sorry I could not come home. Ma, I am sorry... I am pregnant. Don't worry, Ma, my boyfriend says he'll take full responsibility. His family is rich enough to support me and my baby. I'll come home some time soon...


Her mother was shocked. She was disappointed, as any mother would feel. She replied to her letter, but didn't know where to send it.


Years came and the eldest daughter had not come home yet. The rest of Mary's children had their own families and found a way to contact their sister. Mary was on her deathbed. Her only wish was to send the letter to her eldest daughter, that wrote:


Dearest daughter,
I know that you are ashamed of me, not introducing me to the father of your daughter, not letting me join the PTA's, not bringing your friends in our little house. I am sorry that you have a mother who makes a living by selling pancakes in the street. I am sorry that I cannot give you all the things that you want. But through every pancake that I sell, I think about you and your future. There's is nothing more important to me than your future. My job is not as noble as a doctor or an engineer, but it has done the same thing. It has provided you with food, shelter and clothes. I love you.
Your mother


The daughter received the letter. She had regrets, but she knows that she can't undo the past. With her husband, she decided to build a bistro honoring her mother's bestselling pancakes. Nowadays, it made it's way to being the most reputable pancake utopia in the Philippines. Behind the pancakes and waffles, lies a great story of a loving mother.


HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY:)

Note: This is simply fictional. :) I'm glad I'm writing again, eventhough it's not that good.:)

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Friday, May 02, 2008

Confessions of a Bipolar

No, there's no need for you to read this. No, there's nothing to be afraid of. In fact, I was not diagnosed with Bipolar-what-you-call-it. It's not even serious and maybe, I am just living a normal teenage love-hate life.

Can you keep a secret? I am binging on food. Yes, I binge eat but I don't throw it up. I do this because food makes me feel secure. I have been indulging sweets and other whatsits since I experienced my biggest failure.

See, I have two sides. Sometimes I get happy, giddy and free. I make the most out of life knowing that I am the Queen of the world and no one can stop me. But then, when I look back, I feel this inevitable pain in me. I feel so insecure that sometimes, I wished for my own death. I would do such things to myself and I would cry out for every stupid thing I did. I kept on asking myself if I was good enough for my family, my friends. I turn into an ugly monster. It's like I was squeezed and pressured to get into this little box.

Yes, a classmate may have jokingly suggested it to me. Yes, I may have become paranoid when I knew this 'disease'. Yes, I may believe every little thing others say about me. Yes, I know that I should not get it to me, choking me like a toxic, but I know for sure that I am judged by what I do, and that through every judgement, I find myself.

I guess everyone has two sides. Happy-sad, angel-devil, superior-inferior. It's part of our system. Though, a bipolar could've exaggerated the- say, 'sad' part?

Being a (pretend) Bipolar has taught me a lot. It has taught me that one's ego is controlled by one's self.

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Thursday, April 24, 2008

Go Loco in Iloilo

It was my first time to be in a place that I was never familiar with. It was early morning and we had to rush to the airport since we took the first flight. CebuPac (and all other airlines) didn't offer direct Davao-to-Iloilo flight so we had to take the Davao-Cebu-Iloilo flight. It was tiring since I was not used to a jet-set life, though I want to. Among the first people to greet me was the womanguard. She had talked to me in Ilonggo politely, yet I couldn't help but laugh. How rude of me. I had to slap my face for that. Inside my mind I was wondering, 'Is this really their language-wait, their language is fine... but their accent?' I was ignorant and I found it hard to believe because to me, they sounded like mocking, or joking. Good thing I got a hold of it.

Everyone is so nice. They are so malambing- maybe it was because of their accent. Yet- I can't believe that I have confirmed my enrollment in UP Visayas. I can't stand stereotypical judgements, like... Why does she go to that cheap school? Or, How can she survive in that bukid? Or, Is she smart enough to even be in a UP campus? Lemme tell a little something: UP-V is not a cheap school, we have to pay 1k for a unit; I can survive in a 'bukid' because I believe it gives me the peace of mind that I am looking for; and, Not all UP students are smart, some are just practical.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Goodbye, Highschool life

Goodbye, Highschool life. I'm going to miss you. No more anticipation for Recess-Lunchbreaks-Dismissals. No more 'before prom night' anxiety. No more tablecloth uniforms. No more chilling at the red table. No more singing of school hymn. No more, no more, no more. The thing is, I can't do anything about it. I will miss it, yet I also want to move on in another phase of my life. That is, college. "Everything has an ending to make us appreciate the beginning, and through every ending, there is a new beginning."

Highschool life, as I recall, was the craziest part of my life. Back when I was a freshman, I would be the insecure girl who didn't care much about her looks or the way she dressed. She believed that she would be the fat girl forever. She was doing worse at math, so every single night she would study and hope that her fate would change.

Sophomore year was better for her. She started to have friends. In fact, she befriended seventeen of the craziest girls in her class. Academically performing well, she honed her skills by studying every night. The once difficult algebra problems, became pancakes for her. The highlight of her writing 'career' has been when she, a second year student, had published two articles in the frontpage of her school paper.

Third year came, and she had the initiative to change her looks. It was a need, not a want. And so she did, she had now become an anorexic bitch who had spent her summer dieting and taking slimming pills- which later on, had side effects that subjected her to be back in her stout body and her academic performance deteriorated as she was not eating. It was too late for her to realize that what she had done was only to her disadvantage. She forgot about her writing dreams, her schoolworks, appparently, she forgot some of God's gifts to her.

It was senior year when we ruled the campus. No more insecure girl, anorexic bitch, or goody-two-shoes(well, still, a little bit of that). It felt different to be the eldest of a school. Sometimes, I'd bitch around; sometimes, I wanted to set a good example; sometimes, I had thoughts of college and how different the environment would be; sometimes, I couldn't feel the highschool heebie jeebie anymore- I had dealt with all of these crap, I had to ride through this rollercoaster and though it's hard to believe but the once lost dork, is now facing a different phase in her life. Though change is difficult, it is constant.

And here I begin the new chapter of my life, in an unknown place- well, not literally... But unknown in a way that everyone is a stranger. Being antisocial and shy, that would be very difficult for me.

Why did I choose to journey in this road less taken? Why did I not choose to be with my friends in a university I have always liked? Because it was my choice. I would not be pointing my fingers at my mom, or other influential people in my family. I have to convince mysele it was my choice.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

I Thought

I thought I could just forget blogging. But no, I realized that blogging was rooted in my veins.

Ok, crush that out. I am too lazy to blog. But yeah, I keep finding myself in blogger.

PS, someone got my old username. ER. And, this blog under construction 'till I get in the mood to change the layouts and stuff. ;)

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Dear Lifegiver

Dear lifegiver,

I know that I am a stubborn girl. I always wanted it my way. You may not understand the way I chose to live my life. You may think that I want to just enjoy and look at the bright side of things and ignore the dark side. You may think of me as the irresponsible eldest and my younger brother would suit my position better. Yes, you may think that I don't take things seriously that is why you blame me when I get low grades and tell me that I could've done better. You try convince me that I can pass the ACET test if I would've been more serious. Well, that's what you think. I cannot blame you though because that's what I made you believe.

But I am not like you, or my father, or my cousin, or some random person you want me to be. I make no excuses of who I am and what I choose. I don't want to be the person you want me to be. I don't want you to take over my life and dictate meall the time. Yes, maybe you would probably add to your list of sermons of my being immature and not understanding your plans for me. Just note that I have not been 'NOT serious'. I try to do my best in all things and I always try to impress you, but maybe God made me a stupid person.

Don't worry. I am a good kid. I would do whatever you wanted me to do. I'll study in f*cking [insert university here] but when I would look back and become successful-come what may, no I would not ever say that it was my choice. My heart belongs to some other university. I have my shallow reasons and you may think it's funny but hell it's my own reason. For you, I'd study in some place that I know I'd not be happy with. Don't worry, I would not ever say these words to you because I am not the rebellious type. I am not stupid as rebelling knowing it would result to nothing.

So I am sorry for being so shallow. Yet I am not sorry for being who I am, for not being able to bag all the honors and brag all my success to you. I am sorry for being someone that you cannot understand. I am sorry. But see, I think that I would not have any courage to say these word to you personally. So let my entrance be at [YOUR chosen university] the selfless act you're looking for. I hope your happy now.

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