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Out of testing

I can see i have a few visits to my blog and the tool testing is going great! but the sad part is that i dunno how to make this blog more interesting. I am not great at writing, poetry or any of those fancy things that people put up on their blogs.... so excuse me for such a 'lathkor' blog like a true hyderabadi would say ;)

I am gonna try and come up with ways of making this blog a lil more interesting and while I am at it you can .... I don't know ... just do what you want to!

Just a request to my returning visitors.. just keep visiting! :)

Comments

Rohit Bedida said…
seriously! 'lathkor' blog.. lol!
lmao!! :D
Denise said…
LATHKOR kathe!! Nice
Unknown said…
i really empathize with you ruthu, i know what you've gone through and your neighbors shall burn in hell

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