a difference
I just read one of my journal entries from 2004. It's horrific. I am torn between wanting to delete them to banish the shame and keeping them so I can laugh at myself in another 5 years.
I sound so damn young. I got all giddy over the memory of my high school boyfriend. I watched American Idol like a total fangirl. I loved my long, chemically-straightened hair. I was overexcited about the most mundane things. My problems were hilarious. My writing style was completely different.
If I could say something to my 20-year-old self, it would be: Chill out, enjoy yourself and speak properly please! I'm sorry to say Papa was right all those years ago - Taglish is terrible.
I sound so damn young. I got all giddy over the memory of my high school boyfriend. I watched American Idol like a total fangirl. I loved my long, chemically-straightened hair. I was overexcited about the most mundane things. My problems were hilarious. My writing style was completely different.
If I could say something to my 20-year-old self, it would be: Chill out, enjoy yourself and speak properly please! I'm sorry to say Papa was right all those years ago - Taglish is terrible.