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My Little Notebook

When I was just a little girl, I'm fond of collecting stationeries. Different colors, styles and preferably scented. I’m saving up my allowance so that I can buy another set when I get back to school next morning. I also love making my own slam book out of recycled notebooks from the last school year. I’m the one who is responsible for the designs, styles and even my personalized questions are there. I just don’t like the typical slam books that can be bought in bookstores because I don’t like the common questions and the generic format of them.


When I reached high school, I began to make my own diary out of recycled notebooks, stitched and covered again. At first I began to feel little awkward telling stories to a little notebook. A bit shy while starting it by writing “Dear Diary,.” Then I get used to it. I considered it as my best friend whom I can confide everything, every single night. I can say that it helped a lot especially during my teenage years. Teenagers are naturally embarrassed to talk to parents about their real emotions. Most often than not, they are more comfortable in sharing their feelings with friends which I think is a little dangerous because they usually share the same thoughts and emotions that misled them without the guidance of an adult.
After a few years, I saw my “Little Notebook Friend”, read it once again and I realize how petty things affected my life. But I am also proud of myself because I see my positive outlook in life even in my younger days. 




Comments

Aileen said…
I used to keep a diary also when I was a kid...but my sister kept finding it and then reciting things she's read. That made me stop for a while. But then, blogging came...I realized, I wanted to write something that at least some people would be interested to read. :-)

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