Thanks Vannie for this tag.
This is a bit hard ‘coz I think I’ve shared all trivial things about me. I’ll probably write about my childhood or something about my past.
In the 8 Facts About Yourself, you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. Then at the end you tag at least 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going. Here are the rules.
RULES:
* Each blogger must post these rules first.
* Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post
these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.****
My list:
1. Like Vannie, I hate my feet too. Mine are hideous as well. LOL
2. I’m a distant niece of Juan Rodrigo (Clara’s father in Mara Clara) He’s a cousin of my father (first degree) He was at our wedding. And I’m a distant cousin of Cris Villanueva (hmm, love team with Tina Paner haha). His mom is a cousin of my mom.
3. My dad wanted to name me “Maganda” (means pretty) but my mom refused. When I came out, I was so dark and small, I looked like a mouse. Then my mom asked my dad “Maganda ba ang ipapangalan mo sa anak mo? tignan mo nga mukang daga!” (Are you going to name her Maganda? Look at her, she looks like a mouse) 
Don’t worry, I am in no way offended by this story. I know I am pretty. LOL
4. I don’t know how to ride a bike or play chinese garter. 
My childhood days were filled of jackstones and stationery exchange.
5. When I was younger, I used to have a journal of what happened, plus what shoes and clothes I was wearing that day to make sure I don’t repeat them in a month. And a dream journal (no idea why I had this).
6. When we were in 5th grade, I always wonder why the girls have a crush on my hubby. He was like a heartthrob then. And had no idea why. (Didn’t expect to end up with him hahaha)
7. When I was young (pre-school), I was so afraid of the washing machine. So whenever I don’t want to finish my food, they would scare me with the washing machine.
8. I don’t eat lechon baboy. When I was young, I hate fat so much that I threw them under the dining table when I eat. (Mom thought these were “accidental”.)
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I’m tagging Abie, Jane, Apols, Em and Jacqui.
