Things I Can't Write In My CV

My professor stopped me after I opened the door for her and asked me what my name was, and memorized the spelling. I smiled for an entire minute.

I gave $10 to an ex-convict and bought two key chains - one was rubber 8-ball and the other a big yellow smiley face.

My instinct about how my grandparents are feeling, even when I'm in another country, is always right.

My hands have a healing touch. It's not my fault. They can calm hysterical sisters and hysterical children down, and those are the two categories of people that get very hysterical.

I have clarity about how I feel.

Small things upset me far more than big things ever could.

I'm very good at moving furniture around to optimize space in a room.

I'm compulsive about cleanliness and organization.

I agree with Holden Caulfield when he says that movies can ruin you. They really can.

My sister is the most precious person in the whole world.

My decisions might be arbit, but I always follow them through, and they always lead to something good.

I've cheated and I've lied. Never meant to harm anyone, but still done it.

My Karma is unbelievably on the mark. Always.

I know Yoga.

I forget stuff pretty easily.

I can get along with anyone.

I'm kinky.

I will never steal office stationery even though stationery is my single biggest weakness. But I might overuse it.

I have a jealous side that never defeats my practical side.

I never put on weight on my legs.

I think size matters.