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Tagged .Again.

Got tagged by Floo on her blog.

RULES: “Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!”

10 weird habits/secrets…

1. I like to keep secrets..
2. If I see someone laughing at a time when they shouldn't be, I uncontrollably join in.. :O
3. I dislike it when someone has to speak and they take too long to utter..
4. I can't stand it when electronic appliances get stuck somehow.
5. I hate watching movies alone.
6. I can read books that I"ve read before as many times as I wish..(if they're super duper interesting)
7. I am called April fool.. cuz of my d.o.b
8. I love cartoons..
9. I am not weird. henceI am just writing nine points..

:P
I tag all commentors and bloggers..

Khuda Hafiz

Comments

Floo said…
I have the same habits as you in the 1st 2nd and 6th. I just don't think that theyre weird.
I was born in April too but I'm not called April Fool. I have a friend though whos name is April but shes not called April Fool either.

[b]9. I am not weird. henceI am just writing nine points..[/b]
oh how interesting >.>
Tue Mar 27, 01:10:00 AM
Karachiite said…
Hmm.. do u know who's an april's fool???

hehe..

actually finding even eight points regarding me was one hell of a job..
is liyeh..
:P
Tue Mar 27, 12:56:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Don't Tell me you are born on the 1st of April is it.
But hey ths doesnt mean tht u shd me called April Fool but we dont knw much about you many be people know u more
hehe Kidding
:p
Tue Mar 27, 11:45:00 PM
Anonymous said…
we dont knw much about you many (let me correct myself here)may be people know u more
Tue Mar 27, 11:48:00 PM
Karachiite said…
oh anon.. u got that right?? but who are you.. human was you as well.. i cud tell that.. :P
Wed Mar 28, 02:24:00 PM
Sarah said…
3. I dislike it when someone has to speak and they take too long to utter..

OH MY GODDDDDd, ME TOOOOOOO, you can't imagine how frustrating it is when I have to sit in a class and someone is taking 10 minutes to spit out something that takes 2 seconds to say! I literally feel like pulling out my hair and screaming!! lol
Fri Mar 30, 05:47:00 AM
Karachiite said…
^ hii.. yeps.. and u know what.. i feel so bad about it.. that if i can speak so fats doesnt mean that everyone else should..
Sat Mar 31, 11:03:00 AM
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