Author's note: I'm doing this because my friends Chase and Cheekie tagged me to do so. Okay, Chase tagged me to do 8 as opposed to Cheekie's 5, and I chose the higher number so I can dish out more random facts about myself. Oh yeah, same old narcissistic moi. At least I didn't do 13.

In the 8 facts about you, you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you.
Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.
– 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 8 things and post these rules.
– At the end of your blog, you need to choose 8 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.

1. My memory is just terrible. I usually tend to forget simple details even if I just learned them. This is kind of ironic since I loved school subjects that require memorization as opposed to those that required calculations.

2. Sometimes, I can be such a fangirl to the point of obsession and humiliation. DVDs, downloads, forums, the works.

4. I am extremely clumsy. So much so that my mom and dad associates tripping, spilling things or bumping on things as something their daughter would most likely be doing on any given day. I've had some literally bad falls if you may ask. My dad can recognize me from afar when he sees me trip on something. Haha.

5. I’m a bit of a late bloomer beach bum. I fell in love with the beach just last summer. Beach sunsets and star gazing while lying on the sand became such an escape for me and I couldn’t get enough of it since. Plus, my trip to Boracay a few weeks ago took my fondness for the beach to a whole new level since that was place was so beautiful.

6. You're reading a blog entry by a girl who never wakes up to her own alarm clock. Oftentimes, everyone gets woken up by the loudness of my alarm clock but moi. One of my friends said that they can ring a church bell right to my ear and still I would not budge. But I would wake up easily if my name is called. When I was in college, I even recorded my mom shouting ‘Iyaaa gising na’ and made it my alarm tone. It was effective, but not for long.

7. Call me inutil. I am so not a domestic goddess. I don’t know how to cook. Or iron clothes. Or do the laundry. Or wrap gifts. I 'attempted' to cook Adobo when I was in high school and that was it. I’ve always wished to have my mom’s skills and passion for cooking but I never had the drive to learn.

8. Most of the time I feel like someone watching my own life from afar. I watch myself slave away and have fun at the same time at work, act like a high school girl with a high school crush, go home to the province every weekend and waste away over the computer. I watch the days as they fly by me. You can say I am that detached. Maybe I need to feel more, or on the other hand, maybe I need to feel less.