DIY: Chocolate Cupcakes

PMSing? Nursing a shattered heart? Simmering a disgruntled pulse? Self-loathing?

Four words:

I. Can't. Help. You.

but here are two words that ultimately make sense: 

Help yourself.

or in five: 

You can thank me later

I turn to baking when ill-feelings (or the complete lack of) take the shit out of me. It's in the arms of the baking arena that I feel in control. I find solace. I find peace. I find flour. I find sugar. I find vanilla.. 

Most importantly, I find me.

In this exact place where I found myself happened to be the same place where yummy chocolate cupcakes were recently conceived. Please allow my photos to walk you through the process:

The Fruits Of My Free Time: Baked Goodies

I would like to thank our Muslim Friends for sparing our nation with a holiday. Aside from being well-behaved people of society, granting non-muslims with a free day makes me respect them even more. With that said, let me take the initiative to appreciate them again with another thank you!

While the Allah believers were breaking their fasting rituals with their respective celebrations underway, I found myself in bed at around 5am just staring at the ceiling. I was thinking long and hard about what to do with the free day. I tried to think and nothing rang but my utter need for more sleep. I wanted to be productive but a crapload of "nah" was dominating my soul. Just before I took vengeance against all the stressful days that preceded the day, I got a whiff of what i was sure to be a chocolate chip cookie. I earnestly dragged myself up just to find where the smell came from. Everyone in the house was still fast asleep so no one's whipping up something in the kitchen. Then I remembered that I bought myself a piece of dark chocolate macadamia nut cookie from Starbucks the night before which I forgot to eat. When I opened my bag, I realized that the cookie escaped the paper baggie!!! It was a horror to see that it had crumbled and made a mess inside. The bits adhered to my perfume bottle, wallet and my bag's bottom lining. Worse, the chocolate melted and it stained my book and notebooks. Such a waste. I hate to waste food but at least my olfactory sense indulged as I swiped every cookie crumb and chocolate off my bag. Next thing I knew, I was already in the kitchen rekindling my love affair with a long time hobby.