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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

when pigs fly. @ 12:50 PM

I was having a perfectly good night.
It was all going peachy and everything.
Dinner with the family, then a quick trip over to IGA for some groceries, and we were heading back home.


And suddenly, in the middle of the conversation, my father turns to my mother, and tells her in this low voice which surprisingly enough can be heard by my brother and I in the back;
"Darling, Priya bought some bacon,"


cringecringecringe.


Immediately, the whole familial atmosphere just froze over, and went about 100 degrees southwards.
damn.


Anyway, now that I've recovered from that mental blow, here's the most adorable video ever.




welcome

priya!
a little bit gr33kish, off the beaten road.
falls through every promise and kisses every toad.
always on the wrong end of the rainbow.

exits

catherine
samantha
krissy
pathma
neesha
tash
paikhwa
serena
ann nie
weiyun

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