Hey, it could be mildly entertaining you know. It could!
(1) I was morbidly obese as a kid and all the way through school. Well, I'm no Mary Kate Olsen now either, but I'm thinner than before. Dude, I was huge!
I would show you a pic, but then I would have to kill you.
(2) I had convinced my neighbour that the building outside my bedroom window was a deserted ruin and haunted. As proof, I pointed out the white shadows constantly moving past the windows. We even pretended we were part of Scooby and gang. Yes, Scooby Doo.
As it turns out, the building is an institute for cancer patients. The ghosts? In some parts, they're also known as doctors.
(3) I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone when I was 10. Until my 11th birthday, I firmly believed I was going to get a letter from Hogwarts. After my 11th birthday, I convinced myself that it takes time for the letter to reach India all the way from the United Kingdom.
No, I'm not waiting for my Hogwarts letter anymore. I have learned to live with the fact that I'm a Muggle.
(4) I was a studious nerd/model student until 7th grade. My act of bravery was reading a book in class. The one time I did it, I was caught by the teacher. I felt so guilty that the book stayed untouched in my bag for three days.
Now, I'm an accidental nerd. I don't study but I get decent marks. Apparently that's the only qualification one needs. Hence the label.
(5) At one point of time, the box that my T.V. came in was the major source of entertainment for my neighbour and me. It was our boat that marooned us on a deserted island, it was our mansion. It was our modest hut, it was a shelter for our orphanage. It was a bed for our doll babies, it was all the modes of transport invented and then some. It was our hidey hole and our camphouse. It was everything we ever dreamed of.
The magic box in question is currently in my loft, filled with old toys.
Now, because I love the whole concept of tagging and no one is going to tag me ever, I'm gonna do the tagging myself. I tag Tanuj (Yes, you have to do this).
Random Thing To Do Today: Try not to think about zebra stripes and leopoard spots.
The End.
7 comments:
I think I would much rather comment on every point you mentioned about your younger self.
1.You weren't obese as a school kid,you were just a tad on the higher side and also those weird uniforms made you look different than what you do in casual clothes.
2.HAHAHAHA!! You both are so stupid!!LOL.
3.Hogwarts have gone all hi-tech now.They send E-mails and if required they send fax messages too.
4.Wow YOU read in class and felt guilty.It must have been ages in the past.Lol.
F.Y.I. Accidental nerds don't get 80%!
5.I wonder how big was this TV Box.And I think the cardboard box would be torn in so many places after the adventures its gone through!
Now I would write my end of the post/complete my tag as soon as possible (also called as getting off my a$$ and writing)
Nice Read!
I really wanted to update the blog and this is the best post idea I could come up with. Yeah. Do you care to know things about me when I was younger? I highly doubt it. Do you have to put up with it anyway? You bet!
Hey, it could be mildly entertaining you know. It could!
(1) I was morbidly obese as a kid and all the way through school. Well, I'm no Mary Kate Olsen now either, but I'm thinner than before. Dude, I was huge!
I would show you a pic, but then I would have to kill you.
(2) I had convinced my neighbour that the building outside my bedroom window was a deserted ruin and haunted. As proof, I pointed out the white shadows constantly moving past the windows. We even pretended we were part of Scooby and gang. Yes, Scooby Doo.
As it turns out, the building is an institute for cancer patients. The ghosts? In some parts, they're also known as doctors.
(3) I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone when I was 10. Until my 11th birthday, I firmly believed I was going to get a letter from Hogwarts. After my 11th birthday, I convinced myself that it takes time for the letter to reach India all the way from the United Kingdom.
No, I'm not waiting for my Hogwarts letter anymore. I have learned to live with the fact that I'm a Muggle.
(4) I was a studious nerd/model student until 7th grade. My act of bravery was reading a book in class. The one time I did it, I was caught by the teacher. I felt so guilty that the book stayed untouched in my bag for three days.
Now, I'm an accidental nerd. I don't study but I get decent marks. Apparently that's the only qualification one needs. Hence the label.
(5) At one point of time, the box that my T.V. came in was the major source of entertainment for my neighbour and me. It was our boat that marooned us on a deserted island, it was our mansion. It was our modest hut, it was a shelter for our orphanage. It was a bed for our doll babies, it was all the modes of transport invented and then some. It was our hidey hole and our camphouse. It was everything we ever dreamed of.
The magic box in question is currently in my loft, filled with old toys.
Now, because I love the whole concept of tagging and no one is going to tag me ever, I'm gonna do the tagging myself. I tag Tanuj (Yes, you have to do this).
Random Thing To Do Today: Try not to think about zebra stripes and leopoard spots.
The End.
Yes I was obese.
We were stupid.
And you are such a non Harry Potter fan. Muggle technology doesn't work in Hogwarts; so no computer and no fax machines.
Yes I felt very guilty. Model student remember? I'd once got a gift from my class teacher in 1st grade for being the quietest and most well behaved girl during an exam.
To us at the time, the box seemed huge!
Yeah, now get on with yours. Shoo.
I really wanted to update the blog and this is the best post idea I could come up with. Yeah. Do you care to know things about me when I was younger? I highly doubt it. Do you have to put up with it anyway? You bet!
Hey, it could be mildly entertaining you know. It could!
(1) I was morbidly obese as a kid and all the way through school. Well, I'm no Mary Kate Olsen now either, but I'm thinner than before. Dude, I was huge!
I would show you a pic, but then I would have to kill you.
(2) I had convinced my neighbour that the building outside my bedroom window was a deserted ruin and haunted. As proof, I pointed out the white shadows constantly moving past the windows. We even pretended we were part of Scooby and gang. Yes, Scooby Doo.
As it turns out, the building is an institute for cancer patients. The ghosts? In some parts, they're also known as doctors.
(3) I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone when I was 10. Until my 11th birthday, I firmly believed I was going to get a letter from Hogwarts. After my 11th birthday, I convinced myself that it takes time for the letter to reach India all the way from the United Kingdom.
No, I'm not waiting for my Hogwarts letter anymore. I have learned to live with the fact that I'm a Muggle.
(4) I was a studious nerd/model student until 7th grade. My act of bravery was reading a book in class. The one time I did it, I was caught by the teacher. I felt so guilty that the book stayed untouched in my bag for three days.
Now, I'm an accidental nerd. I don't study but I get decent marks. Apparently that's the only qualification one needs. Hence the label.
(5) At one point of time, the box that my T.V. came in was the major source of entertainment for my neighbour and me. It was our boat that marooned us on a deserted island, it was our mansion. It was our modest hut, it was a shelter for our orphanage. It was a bed for our doll babies, it was all the modes of transport invented and then some. It was our hidey hole and our camphouse. It was everything we ever dreamed of.
The magic box in question is currently in my loft, filled with old toys.
Now, because I love the whole concept of tagging and no one is going to tag me ever, I'm gonna do the tagging myself. I tag Tanuj (Yes, you have to do this).
Random Thing To Do Today: Try not to think about zebra stripes and leopoard spots.
The End.
WERE Stupid?HAHAHA..
What boring school is this Hogwarts!lol
You got a gift during exam or gift because you were quietest during an exam?Either way,WTF?lol
At that time being 1991? :p
I hope to write tonight but can't promise.Laziness persists! :D
I really wanted to update the blog and this is the best post idea I could come up with. Yeah. Do you care to know things about me when I was younger? I highly doubt it. Do you have to put up with it anyway? You bet!
Hey, it could be mildly entertaining you know. It could!
(1) I was morbidly obese as a kid and all the way through school. Well, I'm no Mary Kate Olsen now either, but I'm thinner than before. Dude, I was huge!
I would show you a pic, but then I would have to kill you.
(2) I had convinced my neighbour that the building outside my bedroom window was a deserted ruin and haunted. As proof, I pointed out the white shadows constantly moving past the windows. We even pretended we were part of Scooby and gang. Yes, Scooby Doo.
As it turns out, the building is an institute for cancer patients. The ghosts? In some parts, they're also known as doctors.
(3) I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone when I was 10. Until my 11th birthday, I firmly believed I was going to get a letter from Hogwarts. After my 11th birthday, I convinced myself that it takes time for the letter to reach India all the way from the United Kingdom.
No, I'm not waiting for my Hogwarts letter anymore. I have learned to live with the fact that I'm a Muggle.
(4) I was a studious nerd/model student until 7th grade. My act of bravery was reading a book in class. The one time I did it, I was caught by the teacher. I felt so guilty that the book stayed untouched in my bag for three days.
Now, I'm an accidental nerd. I don't study but I get decent marks. Apparently that's the only qualification one needs. Hence the label.
(5) At one point of time, the box that my T.V. came in was the major source of entertainment for my neighbour and me. It was our boat that marooned us on a deserted island, it was our mansion. It was our modest hut, it was a shelter for our orphanage. It was a bed for our doll babies, it was all the modes of transport invented and then some. It was our hidey hole and our camphouse. It was everything we ever dreamed of.
The magic box in question is currently in my loft, filled with old toys.
Now, because I love the whole concept of tagging and no one is going to tag me ever, I'm gonna do the tagging myself. I tag Tanuj (Yes, you have to do this).
Random Thing To Do Today: Try not to think about zebra stripes and leopoard spots.
The End.
Ours was a refrigerator box. Love it.
I really wanted to update the blog and this is the best post idea I could come up with. Yeah. Do you care to know things about me when I was younger? I highly doubt it. Do you have to put up with it anyway? You bet!
Hey, it could be mildly entertaining you know. It could!
(1) I was morbidly obese as a kid and all the way through school. Well, I'm no Mary Kate Olsen now either, but I'm thinner than before. Dude, I was huge!
I would show you a pic, but then I would have to kill you.
(2) I had convinced my neighbour that the building outside my bedroom window was a deserted ruin and haunted. As proof, I pointed out the white shadows constantly moving past the windows. We even pretended we were part of Scooby and gang. Yes, Scooby Doo.
As it turns out, the building is an institute for cancer patients. The ghosts? In some parts, they're also known as doctors.
(3) I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone when I was 10. Until my 11th birthday, I firmly believed I was going to get a letter from Hogwarts. After my 11th birthday, I convinced myself that it takes time for the letter to reach India all the way from the United Kingdom.
No, I'm not waiting for my Hogwarts letter anymore. I have learned to live with the fact that I'm a Muggle.
(4) I was a studious nerd/model student until 7th grade. My act of bravery was reading a book in class. The one time I did it, I was caught by the teacher. I felt so guilty that the book stayed untouched in my bag for three days.
Now, I'm an accidental nerd. I don't study but I get decent marks. Apparently that's the only qualification one needs. Hence the label.
(5) At one point of time, the box that my T.V. came in was the major source of entertainment for my neighbour and me. It was our boat that marooned us on a deserted island, it was our mansion. It was our modest hut, it was a shelter for our orphanage. It was a bed for our doll babies, it was all the modes of transport invented and then some. It was our hidey hole and our camphouse. It was everything we ever dreamed of.
The magic box in question is currently in my loft, filled with old toys.
Now, because I love the whole concept of tagging and no one is going to tag me ever, I'm gonna do the tagging myself. I tag Tanuj (Yes, you have to do this).
Random Thing To Do Today: Try not to think about zebra stripes and leopoard spots.
The End.
Keely wasn't it the most fun thing in the world? ^_^
I really wanted to update the blog and this is the best post idea I could come up with. Yeah. Do you care to know things about me when I was younger? I highly doubt it. Do you have to put up with it anyway? You bet!
Hey, it could be mildly entertaining you know. It could!
(1) I was morbidly obese as a kid and all the way through school. Well, I'm no Mary Kate Olsen now either, but I'm thinner than before. Dude, I was huge!
I would show you a pic, but then I would have to kill you.
(2) I had convinced my neighbour that the building outside my bedroom window was a deserted ruin and haunted. As proof, I pointed out the white shadows constantly moving past the windows. We even pretended we were part of Scooby and gang. Yes, Scooby Doo.
As it turns out, the building is an institute for cancer patients. The ghosts? In some parts, they're also known as doctors.
(3) I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone when I was 10. Until my 11th birthday, I firmly believed I was going to get a letter from Hogwarts. After my 11th birthday, I convinced myself that it takes time for the letter to reach India all the way from the United Kingdom.
No, I'm not waiting for my Hogwarts letter anymore. I have learned to live with the fact that I'm a Muggle.
(4) I was a studious nerd/model student until 7th grade. My act of bravery was reading a book in class. The one time I did it, I was caught by the teacher. I felt so guilty that the book stayed untouched in my bag for three days.
Now, I'm an accidental nerd. I don't study but I get decent marks. Apparently that's the only qualification one needs. Hence the label.
(5) At one point of time, the box that my T.V. came in was the major source of entertainment for my neighbour and me. It was our boat that marooned us on a deserted island, it was our mansion. It was our modest hut, it was a shelter for our orphanage. It was a bed for our doll babies, it was all the modes of transport invented and then some. It was our hidey hole and our camphouse. It was everything we ever dreamed of.
The magic box in question is currently in my loft, filled with old toys.
Now, because I love the whole concept of tagging and no one is going to tag me ever, I'm gonna do the tagging myself. I tag Tanuj (Yes, you have to do this).
Random Thing To Do Today: Try not to think about zebra stripes and leopoard spots.
The End.
Hey really nice blog..
I love the way you write, kind-of reminds me of Chandler from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
Don't know if you've ever seen it..
Anyway, keep up the good work! Take care..!!
I really wanted to update the blog and this is the best post idea I could come up with. Yeah. Do you care to know things about me when I was younger? I highly doubt it. Do you have to put up with it anyway? You bet!
Hey, it could be mildly entertaining you know. It could!
(1) I was morbidly obese as a kid and all the way through school. Well, I'm no Mary Kate Olsen now either, but I'm thinner than before. Dude, I was huge!
I would show you a pic, but then I would have to kill you.
(2) I had convinced my neighbour that the building outside my bedroom window was a deserted ruin and haunted. As proof, I pointed out the white shadows constantly moving past the windows. We even pretended we were part of Scooby and gang. Yes, Scooby Doo.
As it turns out, the building is an institute for cancer patients. The ghosts? In some parts, they're also known as doctors.
(3) I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone when I was 10. Until my 11th birthday, I firmly believed I was going to get a letter from Hogwarts. After my 11th birthday, I convinced myself that it takes time for the letter to reach India all the way from the United Kingdom.
No, I'm not waiting for my Hogwarts letter anymore. I have learned to live with the fact that I'm a Muggle.
(4) I was a studious nerd/model student until 7th grade. My act of bravery was reading a book in class. The one time I did it, I was caught by the teacher. I felt so guilty that the book stayed untouched in my bag for three days.
Now, I'm an accidental nerd. I don't study but I get decent marks. Apparently that's the only qualification one needs. Hence the label.
(5) At one point of time, the box that my T.V. came in was the major source of entertainment for my neighbour and me. It was our boat that marooned us on a deserted island, it was our mansion. It was our modest hut, it was a shelter for our orphanage. It was a bed for our doll babies, it was all the modes of transport invented and then some. It was our hidey hole and our camphouse. It was everything we ever dreamed of.
The magic box in question is currently in my loft, filled with old toys.
Now, because I love the whole concept of tagging and no one is going to tag me ever, I'm gonna do the tagging myself. I tag Tanuj (Yes, you have to do this).
Random Thing To Do Today: Try not to think about zebra stripes and leopoard spots.
The End.
Thanks Anubha! Of course I know/am slightly obsessed with F.R.I.E.N.D.S. So woah huge compliment :D
I really wanted to update the blog and this is the best post idea I could come up with. Yeah. Do you care to know things about me when I was younger? I highly doubt it. Do you have to put up with it anyway? You bet!
Hey, it could be mildly entertaining you know. It could!
(1) I was morbidly obese as a kid and all the way through school. Well, I'm no Mary Kate Olsen now either, but I'm thinner than before. Dude, I was huge!
I would show you a pic, but then I would have to kill you.
(2) I had convinced my neighbour that the building outside my bedroom window was a deserted ruin and haunted. As proof, I pointed out the white shadows constantly moving past the windows. We even pretended we were part of Scooby and gang. Yes, Scooby Doo.
As it turns out, the building is an institute for cancer patients. The ghosts? In some parts, they're also known as doctors.
(3) I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone when I was 10. Until my 11th birthday, I firmly believed I was going to get a letter from Hogwarts. After my 11th birthday, I convinced myself that it takes time for the letter to reach India all the way from the United Kingdom.
No, I'm not waiting for my Hogwarts letter anymore. I have learned to live with the fact that I'm a Muggle.
(4) I was a studious nerd/model student until 7th grade. My act of bravery was reading a book in class. The one time I did it, I was caught by the teacher. I felt so guilty that the book stayed untouched in my bag for three days.
Now, I'm an accidental nerd. I don't study but I get decent marks. Apparently that's the only qualification one needs. Hence the label.
(5) At one point of time, the box that my T.V. came in was the major source of entertainment for my neighbour and me. It was our boat that marooned us on a deserted island, it was our mansion. It was our modest hut, it was a shelter for our orphanage. It was a bed for our doll babies, it was all the modes of transport invented and then some. It was our hidey hole and our camphouse. It was everything we ever dreamed of.
The magic box in question is currently in my loft, filled with old toys.
Now, because I love the whole concept of tagging and no one is going to tag me ever, I'm gonna do the tagging myself. I tag Tanuj (Yes, you have to do this).
Random Thing To Do Today: Try not to think about zebra stripes and leopoard spots.
The End.
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