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Sunday, July 30, 2006















Three. Two. One. Ahlians in saris <3















And I really am a faliure dancer. Heh. Shizzazz.



Bollywood Babe-ettes. <3

As you can see I can never get married. Because my mother insists that I have an Indian ceremony and seeing how pathetically I wear a sari, I am never going to survive one. That sari thing fell of a gazillion times… ahh whatever. Justice called so I’m off to talk him. Byeee!

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