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So I guess I am going bonkers! No clue as usual to why this is happening! I have a story in the draft which I am scared to publish. I have free time now on weekends which is unusual. I like my job and the work is good. People in office are good. The bf is amazing. Meeting his family today. 


New things and some old. Plotting a revenge for someone. Not writing a blog post [this is hardly a post]. Clicking away random pics of him& me. 


Phew!!! Confused you, have I? Sigh so am I!!! lol. That is a lot of exclamation marks. Hope to post something decent soon. :) :) :) 

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  1. Nice one :) - Accepting in public that u r plotting against someone is a killer line :D :D good luck with that :P and of course for meeting ur Bf s parents too :)

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  2. hey buddy nice to c ya back...also nice to hear things r going well..stay connected and hi to H...

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  3. @DJ

    Lol. Yeah I am going to avenge soon! :)


    @ R.Ramesh

    :) :) :)

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  4. !!!!!!!!!!!!!! n some more !!!!!!!

    n u thought only u can put exclaimations instead of writing something! :P

    ps: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  5. is it the same he you plotting against ;) ?

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  6. get back in proper spirits. and soon. and please :)

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  7. @ Blunt_edges

    Hehee!!!

    @ Ani_set

    you got that right pal!

    @ Adee

    Yes sooner than I think!

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  8. good to see some activity on my post... been long haven't written...

    ..and all the best with whatever it is that you are doing/plotting :)

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