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Y?



Hey.

my first post.

really nervous. *sniggers*

hehe


My first blog... my baby... awww.



ok so NOW ... a small favor for me and Y?.. we just want to know how will our blog be percieved as. And what kind of people will be viewing my blog and nyaa nyaa...


SO.

Interpret this picture for me.


You may leave your comments here.


thanks.

ruchi.
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FcBarcaBoy said…
Three Mambas Hissin their asses off lolz..
April 14, 2008 at 1:52 AM
kevintyle said…
you can post anything...recent gossips, rumours or even latest gadget..that would be cool..you can even see my blog of dalmatian..just check out my orkut profile and you can see the blog on the left column
April 14, 2008 at 1:56 AM
Nirvikalpa said…
y? should I comment. Y? should I interpret? If i knew the answer, then, y? would I ask? If you could interpret the picture, then y? would you ask?
y? a typical ruchi. Y? a winning loser. y? a losing winner. y? it has to be you. And y? it should always be me.
think. ponder. exist.
y? think. y? ponder. y? exist
April 14, 2008 at 4:53 AM
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