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Finally...


Hallo,
The following are a lot of questions! Yeah, it is the good old tag... everyone is free to tag themselves...please?
[copy paste the questions...answer them very very innovatively& post it on ur blog. I have done this before and took it from a friend's blog long back]
1. Height? TINY
2. Have you ever done heroin? ummm...er..maybe! (nah you did not read that)
3. Do you own a gun? I am gonna invest in one soon
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? cold sweat...
6. What do you think of hot dogs? hot dogs...what else!
7. What's your favorite Christmas song?? Dashing through the snow ( there was a time when santa came down the chimney...not anymore... :( )
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? I know I hate milk!
9. Is your bathroom clean? you bet!
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?(or accessory) earings...
11. Do you like painkillers? nah they are more like trouble makers.
12. Do you have A.D.D.? [Attention Deficit Disorder] What was that again? Oh no.. of course I am a good girl...yeah!
13. whats your name? They call me nixie
14.Middle Name? could be... er.. nix?
15. Favorite singer of all time? HB
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: water, tea and bournvita
17. Current worry? Issue closing...its perenial actually
18. Current hate? Hate is a such a waste of time.
19. Favorite place to be? sigh...anywhere with HB
20. How did you bring in the New Year? At a party doing tunak tunak tun ta na na
21. Where would you like to go? Kasauli
22. Do you own slippers? yeah...they are kolhapuri with golden straps!
23. What shirt are you wearing? mustard kurti
24. Favorite color(s)? red, purple
25. Would you be a pirate? totally.. i am Buccaneer nikki!
26. What songs do you sing in the shower? never!
27. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? too much to reveal
28. Best bed sheets as a child? i still have them.. with minnie& goofy
29. Worst injury you've ever had? falling into a ditch.. almost lost my ankle
30. How many TVs do you have in your house? 2... if I had my way I would have none!
31. Who is your loudest friend? DM
32. Who is your most silent friend? Prachi
33. Does someone have a crush on you? I have lost count.. really!
34. Do you wish on shooting stars? nah.. but I would.
35. What is your favorite book? Fountain Head
36. What is your favorite candy? Coffee
37. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? Anne's Song
38. What song do you want played at your funeral? instrumental
39. What were you doing @ 12 AM last night? painting the town red!
40. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
Shit dude... I have a deadline to meet!

Comments

  1. 1. 172cms
    2. Lots
    3. No
    5. Don't remember any
    6. Ask the bitches
    7, Jingle Bells anyone??
    8. Fruit juice
    9. Without a doubt, i am very particular about this.
    10. Males are excused from this question
    11. Dunno
    12. I am Calvin
    13. Etronist
    14. on
    15. Freddie Mercury
    16. Bacardi white rum,Bacardi white rum,Bacardi white rum



    ....answer the rest we will follow.

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  2. These are great - I'll do this on Friday and let you know when it's posted. By the way, I loved how you signed your name in comments!

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  3. so when are u planning to do this tag huh!?

    -I

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  4. I've posted my answers. Thanks for the tag!

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  5. this looks really interesting.

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  6. @ Sujoyour
    Publish this on your blog...

    @Julia
    :) I enjoy reading the tag!!!

    @impressiontist
    hehe...cant think of cheeky answers as yet!!

    @Sahefa
    you did the tag?

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