Old Journals
Posted on August 21, 2004 by Ching under Family, Life.
I’ve been reading through some of my old journal entries.. Man, they were good! I wonder what happened to my flair for writing? I used to tell such vivid, entertaining stories.. Now I merely recount the days’ events as they pass.
And to think that I had to code HTML by hand in those days. There was no Blogger back then so I had to code the navigation into the pages and everything. Each time I would post a new entry, I would have to manually go back to the previous one and create a next link so that the reader could navigate between the entries without having to return to the table of contents. It was tedious, to say the least. But to maintain such quality of writing under the given circumstances that I impress myself even reading it today? That’s an accomplishment.
I never understood why people were reading about my life before. I guess I took it for granted. Now it’s clear. It was the way in which I wrote. I don’t have the same number of readers today because the writing is just not the same. Either that or my life just isn’t as interesting. After all, I’m now just a boring, old wife (ahh, to be young again). But then, that was before the digital explosion when I couldn’t post as many pictures because I would have to scan them and upload them, and that took forever since these were the days of dial-up…
Perhaps I was forced to write in an eloquent and colorful way to convey the moment or experience that I was trying to share because I didn’t have any pictures to show? Now that I have the ability to post hundreds of photos within seconds I don’t feel compelled to be as descriptive.. Sounds like a reasonable explanation..
I don’t know if I will ever be able to bring the old Chingay back. I have grown and evolved. Of course, sometimes changes aren’t always good. In this case, the difference is that I don’t write as well as I used to (this could be Brian rubbing off on me, too — just kidding, baby). I may just post some of my old journal entries, a select few, to give you a taste of what life was like living with conservative Filipino parents and a rebellious teenage sister in a suburban Kansas environment.
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