I used to have a birth mark the size of a coin on my left (or was it right?) forearm. Now there isn’t a trace of it. How interesting is that?! Haha… Hey, don’t doze off!
I won first prize in the annual speech contests I joined from Grade 1 to 5. (I was second in sixth grade.) My father taught me a secret to combat public speaking fright: Think that your audience are all cockroaches. As in, Ipis lang sila! It did work – until I had to dissect a cockroach in college Bio. Then cockroaches ceased to be innocuous creatures to me… (Excuse me, I need to puke…) P.S. My sister hates cockroaches with so much passion she can hear them flap their wings in the night. I’m serious. (Now I’m seriously in trouble for sharing that bit about her! Hello, Chi! 😀 )
My face had skin as smooth as a baby’s butt… until freshman in college when, well, the ‘baby’ part ended and the ‘butt’ part began. I read somewhere that Butt, er Brad Pitt – yup, that hunk of a guy who snagged Angelina Jollie – has bouts with adult onset acne. I’m in good company, I know. Now if only I could find a way to earn his millions so I can buy my own dermatology clinic…
The first time I flunked a quiz (in Grade 1) was when I spelled “together” as “togeder.” My 7-year-old mind was so convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that I spelled the word correctly; I marched to my pretty teacher to give her a piece of my brilliant mind. She was kind and gentle, so no childhood trauma for me. Of course, now I know better. I’d rader die than commit the same mistake ever again.
I pick my nose in public. Eeeew! Gross oversharing! Aren’t you relieved the tag just asked for five things? 😉
Don’t forget to laugh heartily today, friends. Yes, even at your expense. Now those of you who haven’t done this on your blogs, go ahead! It’s funnnnn.