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Monday, August 29, 2011. A Finishing School For Men. Every Pakistani male should be well versed in the traditional art of spitting paan, and not just the act or the distance, but the size,.

Monday, April 18, 2011. We are going to paint the town! Literally. hope it turns out how we expect it to. Thursday, April 7, 2011. Hannah Montanas Really Miley Cyrus! I love my MTV! We get inspirations for our works from practically everything around us. Tuesday, April 5, 2011. Has all been said and done? .

A new day, a new year. Hello there, its been a while. 2011 has ended and like every passing year, it seems only yesterday when it came our way. My blogging sadly took a back seat due to the hectic college days, yet I hope to blog more often in 2012. Happy New Year folks! On January 1, 2012 in Life as a Karachite.

She is at a point in her life where she is going through a great emotional chaos. There are a lot of stereotypes she thinks she needs to break. She is seeing world with a new perspective every day. Her journey of growing out of a teen age and stepping into a real life. she somehow somewhere matter to her Lord. And HE will take care of things, HE has to.

I fly like paper, get high like planes! Yellow mellow mango . Sunday, January 1, 2012. Anyways, ITS NEW YEAR! I am so happy. Life , itself is too big an intransigent reason for us to be happy and grateful for! That this year has come to an end , laving away all the.

Friday, 13 April 2012. BATTLE OF THE LAST MINOR. Sunday, 8 April 2012. Sunday, 1 April 2012. D Snowboarding a short documentation by Jacob Sutton. Worklike his usual beautiful work, L. A short film of a snowboarder at night in an L. lighted suit is also a marvel. The film was shot on his RED.

10 Things I Dread About Ramzan. 1Because I get paid per hour for my classes and the lecture duration is 2 hours now instead of 3 hours per week, I get paid less.

Nobody could understand the significan.

Musing of an affectee of the Everyday. He sat in his ever so comfortable chair, a laptop on his right and a plate of pasta in his lap. In an intellectually redundant part of the world, was an irrelevant neighborhood, where once lived a man known as Basheer. Basheer was quiet, slow and honest.