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HEY I DID MANY THINGS ON THE 26TH I PLAYED I ATE AND SLEPT.AND HEY I FORGOT TO MENTION I ALSO SANG THE NATIONAL ANTHEM TO CHECK IF REALLY LASTS FOR 52 SECONDS IT WAS BIT FAST THE FIRST TIME AND A BIT SLOW THE NEXT TIME..BUT DOESNT MATTER THE MEAN WILL BE CLOSE ENOUGH...........INDIA LOST YESTERDAY WHAT
A COOL WAY TO CELEBRATE THE REPUBLIC DAY ACTUALLY THATS THE SPIRIT KEEP IT UP RAHUL AND CO.......................
I HAD A DAMN TEST TODAY IT WAS O.K'(.)WELL THATS IT...................RESULTS ON DOOMSDAY YA YA U GUESSED RIGHT THE 1ST MARCH ALL THE SHIT IS TO START AT THE BEGINNING OF THE NEW FINANCIAL YEAR.............................BUT
ANY WAYS I WILL WAIT FOR IT..........................IT WILL BE O.K. HEY I READ SUHEL SETH SURVIVAL COLUMNS TODAY HE SAYS "WHY DO DUDE NEED TO COOL ARE GIRLS REFRIGERATORS?" WELL HAS POINT ALL RIGHT I THOUGHT GIRLS NEEDED TO BE HOT BUT WE AREN'T GEYSERS EITHER? BUT ENOUGH OF MR SETH THIS MAN IS REALLY THE KING OF SARCASM A BIT EXAGGERATION .....IT IS VERY APPRECIABLE INDEED......................AND ONE MORE NEWS DAMN TANKER STRIKE CAR GOT NO PETROL EVERYTHING STAND STILL SHIT ONCE AGAIN AND I DUN KNOW WHAT THE HELL THIS BUDDHA IS DOING........................AND ONE MORE GOOD NEWZ BOOK FAIR POSTPONED FOR 8 DAYS SO THAT WAS ALL THAT HAPPENED IN AND AROUND THE REPUBLIC DAY.ONLY GOOD NEWZ

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