083. I dance in my room so often that I wore down the carpet so bad in one spot that you could feel the floorboards underneath, and I had to cover it with an area rug.
we are one
082. I’m addicted to this game on Facebook called K-POP IDOL.
I literally go on it every day. Currently level 90, ranked #1 out of the 45 people I’m friends with on Facebook.
081. I can’t swim.
080. My favorite movie is Secret.
You know, the one with Jay Chou.
You know, the one that Chunji said was his favorite movie in a Fast Questions, Fast Answers interview.
Which practically put me into cardiac arrest because:
- I’m terribly biased towards the boy
- That’s also my favorite movie
- The two combined must mean only one thing - we’re destined for each other.
Joking, of course. Or maybe not.
079. I was my dad’s Christmas gift.
Hm, I don’t think that makes sense. Explanation? Yes, please.
Before my parents had me, they were trying for quite some time to have a baby, until finally, my mom began getting nausea and missed her period, all that jazz. Since my mom tends to feel unwell more often than most people should, she didn’t believe the reading of the first pregnancy test she took, but once she bought a more reliable and expensive pregnancy test and the results were still positive, she wrapped it up and put it under the tree for my Dad. He was pretty confused when he first opened it late Christmas Eve, but once he figured it out, he called and woke up everyone he knew to tell them about yours truly.
078. I once held my pee for five hours, give or take, because of Brian Joo.
Tmi?
My friend Allison and I went to the Chuseok Festival on Randall’s Island last year to see Brian Joo (and the rest of the artists who performed; but I mean, my main priority was Brian; and she didn’t really know who most of them were at the time, but anyways) we wanted to get the best view possible (especially considering the fact that there was a unnecessarily large VIP section keeping us farther from the stage than we should have been) and if that meant being wedged between the barriers of the VIP section and a large ajusshi who wasn’t very fond of me and my fangirling, so be it. Since we were literally gasping for air, there was no escaping, so we when we had to “go,” we were forced to hold it for the next three hours of performances that night.
Once the crowd began to clear, we made our way toward the restrooms, but the sound of porta-potties that’ve been used for the past twelve hours or so wasn’t so appealing, so we figured we’d use the restroom when we went to eat. After an hour and a half in the car, we stopped at a McDonald’s; though their drive through was open, their sit-in service was closed, which unfortunately for us, included their restrooms. After ordering a giant pack of chicken nuggets and not even bothering with buying drinks, we tried to distract ourselves from the fact that we were about to explode by scarfing food down our throats while rocking back and forth in fetal position.
As we pulled into my driveway, we planned out who was using which bathroom, knowing that if we both ran to the closest one, that’d end in utter catastrophe. I never sprinted so fast in my life getting to the door of my house.
077. One of my adult teeth never grew in.
When I was younger, two of my baby teeth (central incisor and lateral incisor on the right side of the lower jaw) grew in fused together as one, so when my adult teeth grew in, only one tooth grew in its place, and whatever happened to the other one that was supposed to grow (the right lateral incisor - the tooth before the pointy one/canine tooth on the right side of the bottom jaw) remains a mystery.
076. I’m lead to believe I’m somehow related to Nicole Scherzinger from The Pussy Cat Dolls.
I know it’s highly unlikely and I might be slightly insane for thinking such, but listen before you draw conclusions:
Her biological father is Filipino. His last name is Valiente, an uncommon surname in the Philippines. He lives in Hawaii.
My mother is Filipino. Her maiden name is Valiente. She has family in Hawaii.
See? There’s some reasoning behind my logic.
075. On the last day of classes of my sophomore year of high school, I danced to SHINee’s Replay in front of my entire literature class.
For no apparent reason whatsoever.
074. My favorite book is The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.
It was one of three choices given as part of our summer reading assignment this year, and since it was the only title I recognized, I chose it. I was almost positive I wouldn’t enjoy it since I despise reading with all of my heart and soul, especially works given by literature teachers. However, I don’t think I’ve ever loved a book this much; I didn’t even think it was possible to love a book this much. I ended up crying - not just once, but several times - while reading it, and often laughed as I shed tears because the thought of getting so emotional over a book was so bizarre to me.
