1) I’m the kind of person who never ever remembers her dreams. Though every time I sleep with scotch in my bloodstream, I wake up with a very lucid recollection of a series of really bizarre dreams. It freaks me out a little bit. Now where’s the scotch?
2) My lolo died in the room I now sleep in. From time to time, I smell his scent around the house but it really doesn’t bother me. I actually find it very comforting. Thought it’d be a whole different story if I start detecting his scent in my room.
3) I brush my teeth in the shower. I started doing this because I thought it’d save me time and water. I was wrong but the habit remained.
4) I love train rides. Whether they’re rides on subways, skytrains, overnight trains, etc. I love the feeling of being in transit and of being cramped with people who you’ll never see again.
5) When I watch movies alone, I always watch them with subtitles. Even the American ones.
6) I tend to talk to myself a lot, in my head or out loud. It’s usually in the bathroom wherein I’m at my most talkative. I think it’s because I face the mirror while talking to myself, creating a semblance of conversing with another person.
7) I’m very awkward in social situations. Throw me in a room full of people, whether strangers or not then watch me make love to the wall.
8) If I could be of any nationality, I’d be half French, half Japanese.
9) It was only a year and a half ago that I started wearing sneakers. My middle name used to be “Tsinelas”.
10) I once went two whole days without uttering a single word to anyone.
11) As much as possible, I try not to fall asleep while watching movies in a theater. I think it’s a very offensive thing to do to directors, even though they’ll never know. But a couple of years ago, I found myself being lulled to sleep by Michael Moore’s voice in Fahrenheit 9/11. But then again, that wasn’t a movie.
12) I have a hard time committing phrases, quotes, and the like to memory. When friends start quoting lines from movies, watch my face change into an expression of a kid who’s just been told, “Honey, time for bed. The grown ups are gonna talk now.”
13) I’ve never eaten in a restaurant alone, ‘til last year. It was very therapeutic.
14) I want to go to Stockholm, Sweden. Now.
15) I’ve always secretly wished I were a poet. So much so that I’ve tried several stabs at “poetry” and well, all my attempts deserve to be stabbed.
16) I have a weakness for dorky guys. Trip, stammer, stutter in front of me and I will love you forever. Blather on and on about something I don’t fully understand and all I’d wanna do is plant a huge one on you mid-sentence. I will love you and all your obscure references.
17) I don’t like sleeping before midnight. Even though I’d be really sleepy at 10 pm, I’d feel the need to “rebel” and sleep after the clock strikes 12.
18) I’ve officially been an employee in the advertising agency I work in now for one year. And three days. Where did all that time go?
19) The advertising agency I’m working for now is actually my dream agency. Well waddaya know, dreams actually do come true.
20) I blush so easily. I hate it. I really do.
21) I can’t sleep without the help of a nightcap or sleep aid. And to think that I’m only 24. This is not good.
22) For a significant number of years, a friend’s dad had thought that my whole name was Kai Ty. It still cracks me up.
23) My old Powerbook’s name is Lou, named so after Lou Reed (pretensyosa ka!). My new Macbook’s name is Trent, named after that hot cartoon character in Daria.
24) Here’s a chronological rundown of all the professions I’ve wanted – Pediatrician, Business Woman, Fashion Designer, Rock Star, Advertising Whore, Photographer, Museum/Gallery Curator, Director, Cinematographer, Writer/Travel Writer, Fashion Merchandiser, Store Proprietor. One dream snagged out of 12. I think it’s time for a Life Assessment.
25) I once had a clear book bursting with Backstreet Boys posters, clippings, articles, etc. One day, it magically disappeared. Poof. Gone. Without a trace. Like rational thought when drink is drunk and you’re drunk from drink. My poor, teenybopper heart was inconsolable.
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