Rajnikanth

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Chinky funny

I deal with chinese folk all day, and theyre the funniest people around! Some chinese proverbs i came across today:

Virginity like bubble, one prick all gone.

Crowded elevator smells different to midget.

Man who sneezes without hanky takes matters into his own hands.

Man who run behind car get exhausted.

Man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day.

Man with one chopstick go hungry.

Man who scratches ass should not bite fingernails.

War doesn’t determine who is right, war determines who is left.

Man who wants pretty nurse, must be patient.

Man who keep feet firmly on ground have trouble putting on pants.

Laziest man in world who marry widow with six children.

Puts a smile on your lousy face, dont it?!

Grumble grumble

There are some things you just know, you dont need to learn them, theyre just who you are.

I was raised among arab kids, africans, people who very different looking than we pakis are. As a child i had very few paki friends, most my friends were africans. They wouldnt bother me, cause i was as rough as they were, but theyd bother my kind. Theyd pass comments at paki kids who wore glasses and were geeky and theyd push them around. I didnt like it. So i pushed their kind, just like they pushed mine. And i did it in front of them, and then looked them in the eye. So then we would fight, my friends and i, until one of us hurt the other more than we’d like to, and they would never do what they did again.

We were young, nobody taught us about justice, or courage, or love, or fair play, or even personal faith. We just knew it, our hearts and instincts defined us. Some of us, in our own capacity, know it to this day, others have changed because it is in their own best interest. Is it?! Is living for yourself really the best thing to do?

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Will you wait for me

through the hours of the day

Will you dream of me

 through the shadows of the night

Will you hold me close

when im lost and in the dark

Will you question me

Will you try to set me right

Will you show me how to live

will you be my life

Will the sun rise again

Will the night come to an end

Will you smile at me again

Will you share yourself with me

markaz-e-khel-o-shararat..

Arz kia hai:

yahan yahan,

wahan wahan

yahan wahan

wahan yahan

wahan yahan wahan

yahan wahan yahan

dhuwaan dhuwaan hai gupt! 

Karachi, my beloved, is what one can truly call a metro-potty-lan city . Now im no stud, i know that, and neither am i a mummy daddy type bacha, so there’s absolutely no logical reason as to why this happens, but the eunuch beggars on the street find it essential to attempt to harrass me every chance they get! I mean come on, since when did the harrasser become the harrassee?!

What wrong with naming a gym ‘Deep Cuts’?! i think its a totally wicked name, as long as you say it like its something really shady! dont you think?!  :S

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It spills

This love, this rage

it soaks, the pages of your life

Doesnt let you live, doesnt let you breath

It hides

in eyes and in smiles

and it tears away your soul

in places you never knew it could reach

It breathes

in thoughts and in words

and it silences every other sound around you

it blurs every other sight you seek

Until you let it spill, you let it hide, you let it breathe…

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I found an interesting bunch of words today, just thought i should share them!

Dear Blog…

I have been paying my lovely little blog very little attention as of late! It is time for me to post a post here because posts are meant to posted and a blog is the right place to post a post, which is why they call it a blogpost. A blog is made for one to post posts on, and if we do not post posts on a blog, it may feel unloved, and we would not that, because there is too little love in the world today…

So this post is dedictated to my blog, with love of course!

Call of the wild

Ring ring ringa

ring ring ringa

ive developed a fethisy obsession with this song, and it wont stop playing in my head…