Ashi tagged me...funny thing this is read on

Thursday, June 28, 2007
Ashi tagged me...funny thing this is read on

Here are the rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.So here it goes...

Your Name: tushar

Famous Singer/Band: Talat aziz

4 letter word: Tata

Street: The Baker street

Color: Trickle orange

Gifts/Presents: Tie

Vehicle:Tata safari

Things in a Souvenir Shop:Time pieces

Boy Name: Tanmay
Girl Name:Tamannna

Movie Title: Titanic

Drink:Thanda

Occupation:Theologist

Flower: Tulips

Celebrity:tshhar mangal...[cant thin of a better one]

Magazine:Time

City: Trivanthapuram

Pro Sports Teams: The tigers hockey team

Fruit:tomatoe [some say its fruit some say its vegetable i will benifi the doubt

Reason for Being Late for Work: traffic woes

Something You Throw Away: trash

Things You Shout: tote

Cartoon Character:tushhar kapoor

lolzz....hmm now i tag ...

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ppl have to fill this form and paste it on ur blogs....be honest in ur answers tho

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