Was just browsing through the National Bookstore one fine day to look at some available things that I may be able to use so that I may find something new to be get busy with. I was able to see some Handmade products made with love and I suddenly remembered about my scrapbook in high school which turned as my journal. When we were just told to write insights, I wrote stories. When we were told to put a picture or two, I covered the whole pages. Yes, I had nothing better to do at that time that’s why I just did what I could and made the most out of creating work from scrap. It was a simple project in school that never really had much impact but when looking back, it actually was what started my blogging career. Haha. I still have that book with me, though it’s tuck somewhere deep because of the notion that I don’t want to look back. I sort of had a phase wherein I kept contemplating about the past which hindered my motivation to think about the present. It was really a phase and putting things into perspective, I realized that having stuff around you that reminds you of something you want to forget is torture already. That’s why I had to bury it somewhere than suffer the consequences of not moving on.