"Everyone has a secret that can break your heart if you just knew what it was."
These are not those secrets.
The truth is, I don't like talking about myself because when I do, I feel like I'm bragging. And I don't want to seem like a giant douche. But in the interest of winning a contest, I think I can get over that.
Listening to country music makes me wish I was white and born in the south so I could relate to the songs I'm listening to.
On my 21st birthday, I saw "The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants 2" in theaters with my then girlfriend and sister. It was MY idea.
I think I'm cute.
I've been in love once.
I failed a class because I thought the final was on a Thursday. It was on Tuesday.
The Office wedding episode made me cry. Twice.
Whenever I'm alone, I blast music and dance by myself.
Sometimes, I do JUST WANNA DANCE.
I've written, recorded and produced three songs no one will ever hear because my hard-drive died.
I've seen over 20 musicals.
I had my first kiss when I was 19.
Every first date I've ever gone on, I've taken a shot of alcohol.
The first CD I ever bought was the 98 Degrees CD. The last CD I bought was Fearless by Taylor Swift.
I sometimes think of what I think are "awesome rap lyrics" and have about a pages worth of phat rhymes.
She loved me more than I loved her and it scared me.
When walking on the sidewalk I have an obsessive need to walk in diagonals when there are squares of sidewalk. When I can't physically walk in diagonals... I imagine that I do.
I haven't remembered a dream in over a year.
I miss my dog.
I am awesome at texting.
The movie I've watched the most in my life is The Sandlot.
I want to own my own restaurant one day.
I don't think anyone has any idea how big of a nerd I am. And I'm okay with that.
I sometimes forget that I'm Filipino.
I like and am good at cooking. Cleaning too. I would make the best househusband ever. Just saying.
I am slightly obsessed with wordplay.
I could probably do this all day, but this seems like it's good enough to win. Oh and Sarah, I like Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip cookies. I hope you can make those.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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I used to have a book of rhymes...don't know what happened to it. Best one I found and read was one I wrote when I think I was 14 using fried chicken as a metaphor for a girl. Then years later, Nas created "Fried Chicken" which is ridiculous on so many levels...I think he may have pulled off a triple-entendre (don't know how to spell this...you know French, you tell me). My point is: when I was 14 I was a fucking genius. What happened?
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