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Tagged: 20 things naughty and naive

Tagged by AD
here goes:

1. What is your favorite item of clothing? Hmm.. Sshh.. i wuv my PJs.. besides that stuff, love long coat

2. What are your biggest obsessions? books, crafty items, sandals

3. Who inspires you? Mom, Him, My Bro.

4. Who is your favorite designer and why? I'd say that I love the designer of Thredz in khi, for their fabric which caters to hot summers, is trendy to the core, and has an elegance of its own.

5. What is your favourite song ever? Kailash kher's Saiyyan!!

6. What is your favorite song right now? Akons Right round..

7. If you were a sweet what would you be? Galaxy!

8. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet – what words would you use to describe your rainbow? Love, Care, Kindness, Forgiveness, Shafqat, Humour, Junoon

9. What are your favorite films? Hmm.. hard singling out!

10. Who is your favorite actor? Matt Damon, Humayun Saeed, Shahrukh Khan

11. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be? He is outta station at the mo, so want to be with him.

12. What are your 3 favourite smells? That smell (pure din ke baad ghar aane wali.. ) , the smell of mud when raindrops fall over it (matti ki sondhi sondhi khushboo), and Versace Bright Crystal.

13. What are your 3 favorite tastes? Red Grapes, mango, chaat!!

14. What is your most treasured possession? Memories, my Franklin, photographs, n certain gifts!

15. What did you always want to be/do when you grew up? wanted to be a designer, and that I'm!! (somehow)

16. If you were an ice-cream what flavor would you be? Cheese cake

17. If someone made a short film about your life, who would play you? hmm, maybe Angelina Jolie!! :P:P

18. What would your perfect afternoon consist of? Lazing around with the curtains half shut so that it has the perfect amount of light in the room!!

19. If you were a flower what would you be? Rose

20. Tell me one random thing… be it your favorite line from a song, scene from a movie or quote from a book…..or tell me about something that you love-

I love walking in the rain, in the snow.. near the beach, sitting on the shore with a special someone close to heart, and no one in sight.. kinda like privvy beach!

love seeing the sun rise.. love seeing the full moon so much so that i'll show it to everyone i meet and its visible! taking pics with it in sight!!!

I tag all friends!
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Americanising Desi said…
i wanted to be a designer and i became one :)

and wow that number 20 is so much real.. i can relate totally!

sigh!!!

rain rain pour again!
please please!!!

ooohh cheese cake yum! ;)

p.s . well done.
and hence u r tagged again :D

http://whenhekissesher.wordpress.com/2009/08/13/double-the-dose-of-5/
Thu Aug 13, 11:05:00 AM
Karachiite said…
u r a designer too??? no wonder i m attracted!! :P:P hehehe!!!
Fri Aug 14, 12:26:00 AM
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