Elf Ears

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 Hi Friends!!! Hope you all are doing well and since this is my first post...

So, today let's Talk about......well me. I mean what else do I even have to talk about? Actually, I have a lot but yeah let's do this introductory one. So, I am.....wait let's keep me anonymous for now. I'll post by my real name after 5 posts. Until then THEY CALL ME ELF EARS and for now, you can call me that too. Ok, now I think I ought to explain the Elf Ears thing but it's an insider story so let's keep it aside for another day.

So, I am an ambivert. An ambivert is a person who has a balance of introvert and extrovert traits.
Moreover, I am a man of my word. So, if I make a promise I try my level best to fulfill it. For me, oaths and promises have great value.

Ok so let's get to my
Hobbies:
• Reading books
• Playing the guitar
• Making sketches
• Playing video games(If that counts)
• Singing(Once in a while)
• Blog writing(This one is a bit recent)

Now, I'll tell you about my Favorites
• Favorite Book: Harry Potter and the Chamber Of Secrets
• Favorite Movie: I don't have one currently. I think many of them were good.
• Favorite Sport: Badminton
• Favorite junk food: Pizza
• Favorite Flower: White Roses/Lotuses/Peony

Now if I missed out anything then you can ask about it by commenting.

Ok, so from now on I'll post stuff about either some fun things that happen in my life or I will talk about the everyday stuff going on in society.

Do tell me your views about the post. I will return soon until then take care. 

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