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In six months' time my life is going to change. I am getting married. And this feeling has just begun to sink in...


I have been up to no good. Shopping in full swing. Talking non-stop only about this all the time. Throwing my weight around [literally...]. Planning to hit the gym [have to lose 7 kgs...woah!] but plans like these never come through! Shopping some more. Ignoring my blog...you see now I blog at A bride to be's diary as well. So excuse me as I am a bit delirious these days. Will be back to blogging soon on Ire...

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  1. That's what I was wondering...now I know where you've been upto. Will read your other blog and surely comment.
    Meanwhile, see if you could read my poem and leave a rating and comment -
    http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=176733

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  2. Having fun are we? Nice!All the best!

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  3. @ Sneha

    thanks for being a loyal reader!

    @ Jyothi

    Yes the fun has just begun!

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  4. *amused*
    someone is getting married.
    *wondering*
    why is that whenever a girl decides to marry her first thought is too lose weight?
    *sarcasm*
    try being a loyal blogger!
    *smiles*
    this is gonna sound pathetic, so try reading in hindi
    "sada suhagan raho"

    lmao. :P

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  5. best of luck my friend. :)
    lol @ gym thingie, believe me, i just went for 1 month before marriage. :P lets see, how long you can go. :)

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  6. hey Sweetie.....thats bloody cool news...
    pls accept my heartiest congratulations n i would love to grace the beautiful occasion of ur lovely marriage n pray that the good Lord blesses u with all love and happiness...

    keep rocking sweets!!!

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