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vacationing n back!!!!!



i thought no one was missin me, or my blog.. but ehy hey, sumone was missing.. :P and hence heres my long awaited post..

so where was i??

on a honeymoon, with my soul mate.. where else.. :P

came back early june, and then my bro. n his wife were here as well.. so i was bz bee with them, then they left.. and then had other guests, they are leavin tonite..

i just thought of bloggin to let u guys out there know that i m alive, n kicking.. :D:D
oh, before i forget, lemme tell ya all.. i went to malaysia. had singapore in line too, but couldnt make it..

it was all so cool.. i loved the trip.. loved the experience, loved travelling.. loved everything, it was mashaAllah fantastic..

what else.. yeah, we managed to finish three dvds, fully loaded with pics and videos...

inshaAllah, i'll be posting pics of the places.. and will be writing each and every bit of malaysia..

so stay tuned, till then see this.. :P
byeess

Comments

jummy bear said…
honeymoon? eh? when did you get married missy?? CONGRATULATIONS nonetheless.
and now that you know people do miss you (attention freak!!), next time, be a little more responsible and tell us your going.

for all we knew you were down in the dumps or something!!!! how were we to know you were partying away!?!?

lots of xoxo's
Karachiite said…
thankss..

got hooked last august.. :D long time now...

anywho, so yeah, my bad, i should have written..
Floo said…
We never knew you got married! :O Anta didn't tell za your bloggermates za good newz? anta hide it? :O tsk tsk.
Oh well, MAABBRROOOKKK!
glad you had fun :D :D
Karachiite said…
floo.. here:

http://potatoblues.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-with-bang-jk.html

u started on my blog late.. :p
*chuckles*

thanks a lot!!!! :d
Anonymous said…
Thanks for writing this.

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