I used to devour pancake as a child
When you came to my life, cooking pancake
Is the love of a mother to a child.
When you left me in that instance
You’re like the bubbles in the pancake
It disappeared and the steam joined in the clouds
And now, I asked myself what are pancakes
When you are no longer there to eat it
When you are no longer there to appreciate
It is bland as the taste of the rain droplets
In my ceiling
But like the dough, I have to stand still
And be strong yet not stiff
I have to glazed it with the sweet memories
And spread a somewhat salty yet creamy butter of surprises
So I could go on with this ordeal
Of losing you.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of putting up a café with a lots of books in it. And one day, she went to Dipolog City, and she found her dream café. Chapters Book Café was one of my dream destination as I am an avid fan of The Little Prince. So once I set foot in this café, I was so fascinated primarily because of its concept and interiors. Not to add, the ambience being in front of the Sunset Boulevard in Dipolog City. Very conducive for reading, writing, relaxing and maybe reflection. Famous quotes from Little Prince is written all over the walls. I got to do my favourite activity, reading and having to eat some pica –pica at the same time. They also serve, cupcakes, siomai, pizza coffee, and juices.
If you happen to go to Dipolog City, I would recommend this café. The interiors are so kitsch. It is beauty in chaos. Reviews about this café were all positive especially on its interiors. Aside from Little Prince, the other side of the café has the concept of Alice in Wonderland. Take note of the upside down interiors. You can browse the books freely. Book titles range from children’s books, self-help, romance and health and wellness. I dream someday I would have a café like this. I have so much books already to display.
Do not go there early morning because they open at 10:00 AM. I can go here almost everyday and never get tired of it. Truly, it is my dream café. It faces the Dipolog Boulevard and you can sip your coffee or your juices and your creative juices starts flowing.
I wrote this poem as a vow of my fidelity to self. Sometimes we were caught up in the swirl of other people especially our loved ones. I wrote this to remind me to be faithful to one’s self before anything else.
Your dance is not my dance
Your swirl is not my swirl
My journal is for my own reading
My sacred space
I am more than the sum of my experiences, triumphs and joy.
Before being a Mother, a Sister or a Daughter
My fidelity first is
To my Self.
While the cycadas sing their hymn
And the fireflies begin to flame
Beside the window pane
I marvel at your hugeness
Beyond my outstretched hands
Centuries has passed
And you are witness to the conquest
While they remain to reign
Like the “kapri” who immortalized
We hear the plight of the masses
For genuine reform in the land their
Ancestors have tilled
When will this tower of hegemony ends
Until revolution is won.
But the cries of the ancient skies will be heard
The route to victory will be trailed
Wealth like water
Needs to flow
Not to be hoarded
The ebb and flow
The rise and fall
For society’s extinction not to bear.