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Confessing7girl has tagged me. So here goes my first tag.

Rules:

  • Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
  • People who are tagged need to write posts in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
  • At the end of your post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

  1. I am a very lazy person and can sleep for hours and hours at a stretch
  2. I still read The Famous Five ( the kirrin island…rings a bell???)
  3. I am not an animal lover.
  4. I have been collecting the wrappers of all the Dairy Milks I eat, for the past 6 years.(don’t ask me how many have I got coz I havn’t counted them since a long time)
  5. I am a bit stingy.
  6. I am annoyingly punctual and often reach at parties even before the host
  7. I am jinxed when it comes to electronics. My gadgets either break, stop working or get stolen.
  8. I love both the beach and the hills.

I don't have many blogger friends so i can't tag 8 people
I tag:
Alesea
Kindaweird
Nothingman
Sid..
The Crazy Apothecary
zedekiah


Its upto them if they want to pick up this tag...I am not forcing anyone.
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Impressionist said…
collecting dairy milk wrappers!?
lol! even i used to do that!! but not dairy milk, i used to collect Cadbury Eclairs wrappers :D!! hehe!! but that was really loong back!

peace & love
JeeVY
May 20, 2007 at 9:10 PM
Harmony said…
Really TaG is good and enjoyable
May 21, 2007 at 9:16 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
@rajeev: i also have a box full of completely useless pens..hehe..

@Pankaj: thanx...welcome to the island
May 22, 2007 at 2:04 AM
Sharad Mathur said…
i can sleep for hrs too.. ;)

nice one
and thnx for the visit!
sharad
May 22, 2007 at 6:17 AM
The Crazy Apothecary said…
hey the tag idea is grand! n i read the famous five as well as the secret seven! but famous five is better!hehe.. thanks for the tag by the way..
May 23, 2007 at 5:40 AM
confessing7girl said…
girl i understand u!!! im normally way too pontual for my own good too!!! it sucks to be the 1st to get to a party!!!!!:D
May 25, 2007 at 4:56 PM
The Crazy Apothecary said…
i've finally written my tag. bt wtw,where r u? no blogs??
May 26, 2007 at 11:38 PM
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