Tag: growing up
I can’t speak Tagalog. When I first moved to Canada it only took me three weeks to drop my mother tongue, and adopt English as my own. My parents never corrected me.
It’s a known fact I hate to fly. I don’t like being so high up in the air, I think it’s terrifying that the only thing holding me up is an engine and some wings… That’s why it still shocks me I willingly (and expensively, mind you) tossed myself out of a plane at 12,000 feet in the air…
I visited the Lululemon in Britomart the other day. I picked up a black card with white font from the cashier. It’s now pinned to the cork board in my dorm room. I’m 21 today and I can’t help but stare at it. Do I really have an answer to that? I’m not sure…