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Boredom in gagaland......

Holidays suck without hostel n college buddies...No1 to kick or hav fun wit.
N waiting all d time for this bloody CGPA sore card...
Cant tell u all hw big a worry dat is!!
Anyways, I got home some 20 days ago n hav been messing around on facebook since then...
There's this girl dat met me onl9 on d 1st day n v chattd quite happily..But i havent seen her since then :(
Is she allergic to decent, fun-loving n li8 ppl?
My dear frnd anurag has his own blog set up by d name of iamyourangel...
Seriously, I cud hav thought of a much better name for a personal blog..
Anurag, if u r reading this post, then i can say only one thing- GM BSDK!!
The only worthiwhile things i learnt in this past one year at college are- li8 and
ob!! These r d magic words of BPGC...
N then dere's DC server which is d heart n soul of d campus.People miss DC so much during vacations dat they stuff their external drives to d point on insanity :)
I was a perfect ass not to hav done the same...

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  1. saale its imallyoursmyangel abbe aur bandi mili ki nahi she is allergic 2 5 pointers

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