I just finished reading DOP's entry about giving her daughter a diary. I can't help but reminisce. Back then when I was 10 or 11 I had my first diary. "Diary", yes, as opposed to "journal", diary seems so young, cute and full of dreams. I remember, mine was blue and had a pink lock to secure it. I have skimmed through it more than once. And every time I read it I can't help but be amazed. It's magical how that little notebook gives a peek on how an 10 (or 11) year old me dealt with life. How my little problems seemed so big then, how I fussed over things, how I defined friendship and love... everything was frozen in time and free for me to experience over and over.
And one diary lead to another, and another. My Diary not long after became a Journal. Ideas, frustrations, craziness filled every page. There were times that I would just sit in one corner and write about all the things that flutter in my head. I wrote everywhere. In our garden, in my old university's lobby, the old hallway,... everywhere where something bothers me, I write. A lot of the thoughts are things that I do not have the courage to say, some are ideas that are too progressive, and some were possibilities that were then waiting to happen. It was fun writing. This will sound so romantic but it is like I'm pouring a piece of me on that piece of paper. A picture captures a moment, but a journal entry captures the soul when it is sad, happy, or mad.
But the larger reason why I wrote before is to keep myself sane. I wrote to organize my thoughts when my mind is a clutter. Writing helped me a lot when emotion was getting the best of me. It was also a creative outlet. Those diaries and journals, in a way, were friends that were there for me through these years. I think every little girl (or boy maybe) should have a diary just like me before and DOP's daughter. Really. Even just a little notebook. It doesn't even have to be fancy.
If you're going to ask if I have a journal right now, I don't. All I have is this blog. Life right now prevents me from being reflective. I miss it though. Also, I miss writing on paper. Recycled paper to be exact. My later journals are always made of recycled material from
Papemelroti. Maybe, I'll go back to the tradition again. Someday.
They were a success! They came out great. Just the right consistency and flavour. They are not too sweet which is good! Family loved them! 
Here's a close up! All of us brought some to work and school. So far all the feedback are good! :) 
The Pope attributed an inexplicable healing to him December last year. I'm curious! I wonder what it is. I'm not too familiar with the process of canonization but it's super interesting. 
And yeah, I still have the red sugar. It's cute. My sister loved them. I still need to practice putting the frosting on the cupcakes so it doesn't look messy. Haha! I'm improving!
Here's what it looks like inside. I noticed that last time there are some brown spots so what I did this time was I doubled the red food coloring. The outside still looks brown but the middle part is really red. I'm not sure what will remedy that.
The family likes them. My lolo's teasing me that I won't study anymore and just have my own bakery. HAHA! I just wish!!! Anyway, tomorrow will be the start of READING WEEK for me but I'll probably bake something tomorrow after all that studying.
