my secrets.

Yes, secrets. I have many secrets. If you're reading this, you probably have many secrets as well. This blog is one of my secrets. I don't tell many people about it. I have so many secrets that I don't think I even know what half of them are. If you're reading this blog, I've now become one of your secrets. Spread it if you wish, or keep it quiet; it matters not to me. It's just interesting to think that I could not only have a secret, but I could be a secret. Shall we begin?

My hair is naturally wavy and a browinsh-red color. I don't dye it, but I did straighten it.

I bite my nails.

I have my ears, navel, and nose pierced.

I want to get a tattoo- my Thai name on my shoulder or the back of my neck.

I used to hate my Thai name, but now I love it.

I really did enjoy school before I graduated.

I'm looking forward to university.

I want to be a teacher.

When I was a kid, I had an extremely vivid imagination. Half the time I never really knew whether I was in my imagination or in reality.

I'm afraid of relationships. Or rather, just of commitment, because I have yet to come across somebody who's willing to commit to me for longer than a week or two.

The closest I've ever come to dying was a month before I turned 17.

My favorite colors are vividly bright ones.....BRIGHT white, BRIGHT yellow, vivid greens and pinks. I like colors.

I can't play an instrument to save my life.

I can't cook or sing well, but I like to cook and sing.

I sing in the shower.

I like to read and listen to music. I like various music types; I have no favorite.

I like my food. I like a variety of tastes- spicy, sour, sweet, etc.

When I look at the pictures of me from ages 8-14, I consider myself at that time as butt-ugly. I try to hide pictures of me from this time period.

I eat pretty much anything, except for squishy things like pulpy apples, okra, and durian. Can't stand the texture, mostly.

Sometimes I worry that everybody is noticing everything bad about me, like my hair's being whacky or I have a zit or my nose is looking particulalry huge or I haven't shaved my legs. Then I get clumsy and stupid and awkward and I can't string together a coherent sentence.

I think my nose is huge.

I hate being cold. I absolutely HATE cold weather. I'd rather sweat than freeze.