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I donno where to start from!!!

okay, i think i've become bad!!!
i've totally neglected my blog which i used to frequent every day a yr ago!! atleast twice a week.. sighsss
donno why i dunnit!!!

my blog had been my friend at the most desperate of times.. my listener when i wanted to talk.. and my secret keeper when i cudnt share stuff with any live person.. a shoulder i could cry upon.. i really took solace in the blog.. thank God, its not a living talking person, otherwise it would have thought i ditched it.. but i didn't ditch it.. i somehow got busy, very busy.. life took turns.. and today i m not the same person as i was yesterday!!

so back to the blogging bizness.. (<------- look at my spelling!!!) now what do i write... okie.. so iran was good!!! it was an overall nice experience!!! besides!!! i beagn reading again!! reading is so much fun!!!

and.. yes.. i took to watching movies as well.. sumtimes its fun, n sumtimes not!!!

and i started the entry in an altogether different mood.. and now my moods changed..
heheh
*evil laugh*
take care
byeeeeeeeeeeee
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Anonymous said…
the bg selected is very confusing
Sun Nov 11, 08:28:00 PM
Anonymous said…
its been some time, so u went to iran did u? what did u do there? besides ziyarat-ing?
Thu Nov 15, 11:49:00 AM
Karachiite said…
bg is confusing??? why is that so????

well.. hmm. to be frank... we did have fun as well.. some photography.. was there for a week.. n we only went to Qum n Mashhad!

inshaAllah next time, if we go in snow, we'll go to that hill station plus isfahan n shiraaz.. :)
hows life with you?
Sun Nov 18, 04:24:00 PM
Anonymous said…
bas u know the usual... listening to depressing bollywood music... politiking... breaking my own records of class skipping... and working hard to achieve the goal of my first F in a class...

and the mean time, drinking lots of chai..
Mon Nov 19, 08:21:00 AM
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