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"Hiii good morning!! ooow you look so pretty !! You know what happened in the morning when i was at the station?? you wouldn believe this woman just started screaming...and i was like...seriously first thing in the morning and some random woman is screaming in the train...i mean this has happened before. one time me and my mom were in the train and something similar happened...but mom jus asked me to ignore it..you know sometimes these women really get really rude n mean...they dun have sense to talk naa....kuch bhi bol dete hain..n if its me its ok...like it happened i told u na last time that monday when we had left a lil late..

"er....*blank*  yaa yaaa!"

"hann...so that time she only was talking badly to me...toh theek hai..matlab i can ignore...but then ek baar mom ke saath bhi hua...n i was there...this woman was being outrightly mean..n you kno what ruchi...i mean..i can take it for myself but not anyone who i love. unko koi kuch bhi bole toh i cant take it....which is why i went to confront that idiotic pujari. i mean really ya what does he think of himself.?? n what does he mean by 'its between me n ruchi' ... like COME ON! loser kahin ka! samajhta kya hai khud ko?? you know thats what i dont like about gusy like him..they just assume things re going between them n some girl they jus spoke for five minutes.. "

This was my every morning at Ion Exchange - a place where i learnt how to make relationships happen - i found a sister Carissa and got this amazing gift of life from Nikku - my alter ego and my chweet-chweet cuteness Nittttal!

Miss you lotsssssssss!!
Love ya! Mwuaaaaaaaahhh!

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Reflections of a Wanderer said…
Missssssssssssss u toooooooooo
From ur sis, the alter ego (who is an idiot!!!!!) and the cuteness !

Loveeeeeeeee u toooo!
Muahhhh
December 27, 2010 at 3:45 AM
robin said…
hahhaha love you guyss toooooooooo!! m missing you'll so much :( hope to see yu guys this wednesday...n carisha - u better not can it!
December 27, 2010 at 4:07 AM
Nicolette said…
Miss u too sweets.. a lottttttt... hope to meet u soon....
January 10, 2011 at 6:28 AM
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