got this from con.
i make sure people think i do things because i’m fearless, but in fact i do things because i’m scared (moving to NY by myself, riding a rollercoaster, getting tattoos…).
speaking of tattoos, i have five.
since late this 2005, it’s still hard for me to hear mass or go in a church without choking up.
i make it a point to keep in touch with old friends.
i like dry-humping. it should be a sport.
my length of sleep should be in even hours (like two hours of sleep, or four, six and maybe eight).
i cannot flip channels on tv with the channels going up, it should always be going down.
i don’t know how to show my mom and dad that i love them without making the other one feeling less wanted.
i think ashlee simpson is hot.
while taking a shower or a bath, or doing the dishes by hand, i want the water to be so hot it stings.
i think i have a potential to be a good cook.
touching the back of my neck can drive me crazy.
like many accounting graduates, i have a secret desire to be part of the IRS.
i almost cried watching a walk to remember. ALMOST because i was with two girl friends when i saw the movie.
i feel bad for katie holmes.
i believe god is more understanding than all of us put together.
in filling up different forms, i always stop and wonder which box to tick in the “race” question since i’m more than bi-racial.
i also wonder how my cousins feel about that, since all my uncles and aunts (except unc eli) married non-hispanics.
i want to get lost in a strange place. like in the middle of europe.
i enjoy stealing girlfriends.