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Awarded, Tagged and Obsessed.. all in a go!!

Tagged by Americanising Desi and given this Fabulous Award!!




The rules for this award!

*List 5 obsessions
*Pass the word to 5 other blogs with their links
*Make sure u leave a com ment on their blog, so they know they've been tagged
*Link the person who awarded you!

K..
Here goes :

Moi first obsession:
I am so unsure actually!!

but well obsessions hav changed as I grew up!!
so now they are::

1. Gladiators!



Yes those hip styliish flats that have a zipper behind them . are my faves!! have the best ones out, and they are jus gorgeous!! Super duper creation.. best in the world of shoes.. honestly!!


2. Coats!






Manteaux!! love them so much.. have amzing ones too , mashaAllah



3. Travelling


4. Reading


5. Kabab Rolls and Bun kababs!!! hehe!!


am a desi after all heheh!!


All personal, 18 + obsessions kept out of reach of kiddies!! hehe!!


I am tagging







Done!! hehe!
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Americanising Desi said…
oooohh we have gladiators in common :D

even when the movie came, i went bonkers,,, and obviously this is a great reminder of it!

all of it :D
Tue Aug 25, 02:41:00 PM
deluded said…
oh wow.

ignoring my ignorance

i now have a new meaning to the word gladiator.

sigh.
Tue Aug 25, 04:05:00 PM
Karachiite said…
aww. AD.. m glad we have sum stuff in common.. i cud alwas feel it!!

Deluded, its a new term for all men!! haha!! even i was shocked but well.. everythings possible in fashionista world1
Tue Aug 25, 04:37:00 PM
Saadat said…
Oh yes, this meaning of gladiator sure is new.

And I love bun kababs! :D
Tue Aug 25, 07:52:00 PM
Karachiite said…
Welcome Saadat..

i tell u this term is new for all men almost.. excluding ones who hav gone shoppin wid family for these gladiators!! :)
Wed Aug 26, 12:26:00 AM
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