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13 years back I knew I would need help coming up with posts. So proud of the 13 year back self. Saved me from a post today!

 Here's something I came across while at my parent's house last week. Please make sure to sing along with the tune. That's when it is fun!



Hey! Jingle bells. jingle bells!

Cheers!
Preeks

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  1. CRDTuesday, April 19, 2016

    HAHAHAH!

    Ive now discovered quite a few things about you:-

    1) You have/once had a nice calligraphic handwriting
    2) You're great at illustrations - the uncles' faces are really wicked :p
    3) You really must love Christmas Carols...but because I'm a catholic, parodying Jingle Bells is like blasphemy....ghor paap!!!! :p
    4) Now I know your real name, so I'm gonna stalk you on FB ;)

    P.S. - Lucky you...you found stuff from the past and could post it as a "O" writeup...cheater kahin ki!!!

    On a serious note, do you have any extra stuff? I'm outta ideas...please haaalp!

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    1. PreetiTuesday, April 19, 2016

      Oh ooops. Sorry! :)
      I am totally out of ideas now. :-/

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  2. The Side I HideTuesday, April 19, 2016

    Your handwriting is beautiful!

    You should make illustrations fro your blog posts as well.

    The jingle bell parody is adorable!

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    1. PreetiTuesday, April 19, 2016

      Thanks! :)
      Too much effort in illustrations! Will try this time! :)

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  3. MooTuesday, April 19, 2016

    Hahaa, adorable!

    The line about shampoo reminded me of this time in a crowded local when a lady who had her freshly-washed-with-selson-shampoo hair in my nose. Ugh. Also, there must be a law against people who use Anne French before a bus or train ride, which involves standing and holding the hanging things on top.

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    1. PreetiTuesday, April 19, 2016

      Haha! :D
      Good point! Local train story is completely different!

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  4. Nuttie nattersFriday, April 22, 2016

    You have such amazing handwriting and your illustration is great. I now demand all posts be handwritten and illustrated on your blog

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