Things you MIGHT hate about me

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTJpMyBefqpUxtZc6kAWccp-pLZC1j9iULGW6ym5kgZ56si8ukiXvlRT-5FWpMKIHC11E_jPjlAjXHSwzwWCC4-PfCv37BHEVCuwLbpUGB3qCgmew0NqmuTAnoFUA_3Z_2ZtL4grkFLzU/s1600/Special_K_Logo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTJpMyBefqpUxtZc6kAWccp-pLZC1j9iULGW6ym5kgZ56si8ukiXvlRT-5FWpMKIHC11E_jPjlAjXHSwzwWCC4-PfCv37BHEVCuwLbpUGB3qCgmew0NqmuTAnoFUA_3Z_2ZtL4grkFLzU/s320/Special_K_Logo.gif" width="261" /></a></div><b>The ‘K’ factor:</b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So yeah, I don’t really know how to reply to your ‘k’ text. We’re in a middle of a great conversation and when I get a freaking’ ‘K’ from you. DO NOT expect my text back. K?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIk4wlVe3HOB95A5KiGOyUdbaDw9AJArZQ1YCLnOgEUY5y-GCeMkR_RiBXtxVtGE_CsdSAOthjcjtiIGi1SlpUaW9MA5wcdVdyOVSHbNUgTX9JjPU1NUOzqo9O8_yzLzYZANmndodaCGy/s1600/emotions.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIk4wlVe3HOB95A5KiGOyUdbaDw9AJArZQ1YCLnOgEUY5y-GCeMkR_RiBXtxVtGE_CsdSAOthjcjtiIGi1SlpUaW9MA5wcdVdyOVSHbNUgTX9JjPU1NUOzqo9O8_yzLzYZANmndodaCGy/s320/emotions.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>Importance of Emotions:</b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Emoticons like ‘:)’ ‘:(‘ ‘:P’ ‘:D’ ‘<3’ ‘:S’ and ‘:/’ are very very and I say VERY important to me. You gotta talk to me? Tolerate me with MY emotions, emoticons, I mean.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLb0UuXyKEu0Nab0bYABMWQkuBi1dy1EVkEil2AN-t3FSJfL0BAtP4QmFNY-IlDFoaHBm2mmq9t-5Yzl78oG3aEtuQjr11opFsymtMMG50vuqEoC_Aizv-YTNlqoaRW_ZE_hvjyoJT3cQ/s1600/mood.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLb0UuXyKEu0Nab0bYABMWQkuBi1dy1EVkEil2AN-t3FSJfL0BAtP4QmFNY-IlDFoaHBm2mmq9t-5Yzl78oG3aEtuQjr11opFsymtMMG50vuqEoC_Aizv-YTNlqoaRW_ZE_hvjyoJT3cQ/s320/mood.png" width="213" /></a></div><b><br /></b><br /><b>Severe mood swings:</b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If one day I’m the nicest person to you on the face of this planet and shout the shit out of you the other day, you’re a victim of my dangerous mood disaster, deal with it. Will you? Please? Thank you.</div><b><br /></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYsHjRpp5zsl_UnTuYf1JXQVqJ9ZU1NByGhGoxXaXg7NqfUHZI0EW5IuvzX7HXxRjVWV1880rWs3APiAtbmc-bKU_rKhk3_VgROTLmvQ9lucFRNECJcuPyxIlbZVMxYz23p4S-wOvbqB8W/s1600/Cute+Babies+Wallpapers-Baby+Pics-Photos-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYsHjRpp5zsl_UnTuYf1JXQVqJ9ZU1NByGhGoxXaXg7NqfUHZI0EW5IuvzX7HXxRjVWV1880rWs3APiAtbmc-bKU_rKhk3_VgROTLmvQ9lucFRNECJcuPyxIlbZVMxYz23p4S-wOvbqB8W/s320/Cute+Babies+Wallpapers-Baby+Pics-Photos-9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b><br /></b><br /><b>Kids/Babies/Children:</b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">My obsession with kids might get you to hate me, yeah. I totally adore babies. I can’t just resist myself when I see a baby anywhere. I just HAVE to run up to them to pull those delicious cheeks. =D</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBT4A60vkMZirqYZ3Z4NhYyIYPeW1k-ap5mkDvXLTu2O3M91gLbR3dd4SbqjbKuOK6Vbfb7wHKxGtkGFTDoYW0oB0gRLYWZpRNEfQXFSMs0bDBKRFZafA3rInCGcX8yNKX2zAISfEVDmv/s1600/music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBT4A60vkMZirqYZ3Z4NhYyIYPeW1k-ap5mkDvXLTu2O3M91gLbR3dd4SbqjbKuOK6Vbfb7wHKxGtkGFTDoYW0oB0gRLYWZpRNEfQXFSMs0bDBKRFZafA3rInCGcX8yNKX2zAISfEVDmv/s320/music.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>My ‘kinda’ music, oh yeah:</b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Hate me for listening to ‘teenage dream’ on repeat for 3 days straight. Or singing ‘Sheila ki jawaani’ on top of my lungs at the most random times. My music changes with my mood, I dance to Enrique, sing along with Sonu nigam, cry to Rahat’s Teri yaad saath hai, scream my throat out to Noori, hum along with Shreya Goshal and so on. All I want in life is GOOD MUSIC, anything else can just go to hell.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMUoTP6K2eUB3mGM3Leuymsv06PDr6LNUip-5xcLu4qsUIBZYnMKr9b2_ZjI1g2TeDBPE4AFhXXwzc2W73udPCatQeKU26UhnlyqPy2TfJERHt6zibXZ3akrJVY2vSkBJlkrGmXAG7pvi/s1600/camera.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMUoTP6K2eUB3mGM3Leuymsv06PDr6LNUip-5xcLu4qsUIBZYnMKr9b2_ZjI1g2TeDBPE4AFhXXwzc2W73udPCatQeKU26UhnlyqPy2TfJERHt6zibXZ3akrJVY2vSkBJlkrGmXAG7pvi/s320/camera.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>Love for Camera:</b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The camera travels with me every single place I visit. There has to be a picture of every single thing, every single event, and every single occasion. Because it has been said, you can never have too many pictures. Oh, what’s that?! *must click one picture*, wow, that’s a treat to my eyes *click*.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZNqJcadbU0KIEd0IqxO3ve3OwcLzoIAlaq2BXpO2aAMm54dlki-ULZid5P0UWTuUTEsnL-blyiY9V_4-NmZ8g6g-N1jWdW0XT27vVGLjszr8oYqffhD4sLTYY5khXagAR0bY0SlheAju/s1600/sense_of_humor-762713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZNqJcadbU0KIEd0IqxO3ve3OwcLzoIAlaq2BXpO2aAMm54dlki-ULZid5P0UWTuUTEsnL-blyiY9V_4-NmZ8g6g-N1jWdW0XT27vVGLjszr8oYqffhD4sLTYY5khXagAR0bY0SlheAju/s320/sense_of_humor-762713.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>Sense of humor:</b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I don’t blame you, I, sometimes, hate myself for my abrupt sense of humor. I make a joke like that and realize oh man, what the hell did I just say. I’m cool as long as people end up laughing at it and if not, then dayyummm, I can’t really do anything about it.</div>

Things you MIGHT hate about me

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