7 Things You Don't Know But I Do

I'm (usually) never at a loss for words. Whether in a conversation, debate, even in soliloquy, I consider myself (modesty aside) loquacious. This matter though, gave me quite a headache.

I was tagged for this meme by fellow blogger Jon. I'm supposed to spill 7 things you don't know about myself.

If you've been bored, demented, diligent, and/or masochistic, and have managed to go through my posts, I'm sure by now you know my age, surname, height, weight, heck even my waistline. You're also probably aware that aside from my 2 boys who are my own flesh and blood, I have a baby girl who does not belong to our species, homo sapiens. You probably know how many tattoos and piercings I have (although I'm quite certain you have no idea where they are lol). That my heart belongs to a hunk named Joel. That I have a major crush on Gerard Butler. That I used to suffer from an eating disorder. That I am a feminist. That I have quite a number of battle scars. That I am a condescending bitch, more so when provoked or aggravated. That I am an addict. And so on and so forth. Whew. Was there even anything I left out???

Having said that, what on earth could I possibly tell you that you don't already know. After nearly 5 days of racking my brain trying to come up with the answers, here they are:

1. I spent more than 10 hours in labor with my eldest. Since my water broke in my sleep, labor was induced as soon as we got to the hospital. It did not progress so a C-section was in order. Same thing with my second child. Yet no matter how traumatizing childbirth has been for me, I'd probably go through with it again. In two or three years perhaps..........

2. I can read upside down, left side right, right side left, overturned, upturned, inverted. Sometimes I place a book in front of a mirror and read that way. I don't even know why I do that, so don't ask me. That's probably why my eyesight is seriously f***ed up.

3. I'm obssessed with reptiles of all shapes and sizes. I'm especially partial to snakes. Which explains why I'm a doting mother to Sedira. I personally tidy up her domicile, I change her water regularly, and I occasionally play with her. I cannot, however, feed her. I abhor rodents, rats in particular. Since my baby girl eats them, I ask Joel to do the honor. After which, I wait 2 days till I play with her again just to make sure she's digested her prey. Bad momma.

4. I'm quite good at remembering faces and names. I can even remember full names of my classmates from kindergarten. I'm very bad with dates though. I can't remember birthdays of friends, even close relatives no matter how much i try to recall it. Even my own wedding anniversary, Joel has to remind me :(

5. I barely get to sleep but when I do, my mouth stays open (yaiks). I'm asleep so I'm evidently unconscious, right? Consequently, Joel has quite a number of pics as evidence to prove this occurence lol...........

6. During my freshman and sophomore year in high school, I remember desperately wanting to become a nun (I was in all-girls Catholic school, so that explains it). My parents laughed so hard and thought I was joking. As with all my siblings and relatives did when they found out. In hindsight, it was a good thing nobody took me seriously. I would've probably been kicked out of the convent in less than a week.

7. I'm allergic to a lot of things. Smoke (I was diagnosed with asthma when I was 27), oranges (esp. the local calamansi), goat meat, and certain types of alcohol (I can only tolerate red wine and coffee liqueur).


Whew. There Jon, we're even. But that doesn't stop me from tagging you again in the future lol............

So here's to

Mae, whose Sinigang is ever so delectably palatable.
Rhyan, whose Rhyan dot Net is ever so widely diverse.
Buraot, whose Literary Ek-Ek is ever so incomprehensibly mysterious.
PinoySkull, whose Buhay Sysad is ever so giftedly geeky.
Elay, whose Flygirl is ever so fabulously fly.
Javier, whose Go, Blog! is ever so brilliantly techie.
Xerendipity, whose Obnoxious Queer is ever so obnoxiously queer.
And last, but most definitely not least,
Lyka, whose Las Tres Estrellas is ever so bonggaciously bonngganess evah.


Well, what are your dirty little secrets? Do tell...............