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There is so much inside this devilish liar to explain to you that he has lost the words.

Comrade let me introduce you to the Russian and the German. Both have a beer in their right hand and a pistol on their left.

In Britain during the 80's only 5% of the architects were women and 12% of the Full-time lecturers of Britain were women, God save the Queen.

I'm going to put this into you. My professor was the only decent woman i knew until i saw her in the bath tub with University's Janitor. The next day. We were in the bed and i couldn't pull out because she locked me tight with her legs and arms. We never saw each other.

When i was 12 i was sexually abused by my dad's friend's wife. Cuckoo! was the husband. As she lied herself on his back for me to feel her while her husband laughed.

My parents really don't like each other sometimes. Once i beat the hell outta my dad for slapping my mother. I loved it.

My sister really loves my girlfriend and that's why i'm not talking to her. I'm way too jealous.

My neighbor wants to get laid with me but i want to show her my Inbox, of my cell phone.

I'm a victim of Chronic Masturbation. Yes, i'm terminal. I have few years to live.

The Martial Race theory in Pakistan Studies of Federal Board has influenced my Girlfriend a lot.

The next time i go to a mosque would be without wearing underpants. I feel happy after shifting to Florida.

Mein Engel.

High Blood Pressure.

Sometimes i think why be polite at all? Then i think it's me whose at fault.

My conscience is killing me from inside, i feel more helpless than a sexual assault victim. That competition. The secret, this and that. Someone was mean to someone and sometimes too much Introspection is bad too. Once again in this struggle for greatness i'm the lone, nearly fallen soldier. I'm a criminal to say the least and maybe the price of my crimes, someone else will pay. Which is a punishment for me because i want to see that someone happy and a shocker wouldn't be healthy. I'm so much concerned that i can't even focus on my studies everything thing seems falling yet so great

My brain is occupied yet it feels empty, they say changes are good. But this change is a disaster. Wish the dungeon comes back to life.

Paisa bolta hai. (The typical mentality of south asians)

A rare cheap underrated comedy from Pakistan, to prove my point that we prefer money over country. This video sadly, portrays the reality and the root of all our problems.

Tuition Center

A place where few people intellectually bright in their own field spend time making money and telling their clients how to make it.

Where girls dress suggestively and complain (in their minds) why am i being stared?

Where i keep on trying to adjust.

Where dating is a new trend, where everyone shows off and tries to look extra cool by their knowledge in one of the world's most silliest ideologies.

Where people would interrupt a discussion and change the topic and think they're cool.

Where some some teacher would be rude to boys and be epicly nice to girls

Well, i am a private candidate and this place is not something new to me, but i STILL even to this point do not understand why some motherfucking rich kid comes here who is already in one of the finest school of the city(or nation for that matter) is wasting 5 hours of his day here, or some college dude who has at least 8 to 10 A(90% - 95%) grades to his name? I believe this tuition system itself is homosexual and homosexuals are GAY. (duh) This system is spoiling the students by giving them extra help which in the end makes them a loser, they can't solve shit on their own, when i used to be able to study on my own, i had an edge over my counterparts, but now i am too dull to get that old Nayab back, but then again. Our schools don't hire much qualified teachers themselves.

Well, i like to stare at girls as if i am some pervert 40 year old bald man or a wolf as my wife calls it. I like the presence of fear in their eyes. They are scared too such extent that they would get a glass of water for me, if i told them to.

I don't like this system but as a private candidate i have no other choice when it comes to guidance. Lets see how 15000 a month pays off.

November awaits.

Nayab is here.

I am here on demand. I don't know why people have to write about themselves and show it all to the whole world. Why not buy a fucking diary and talk to yourself in it. Maybe after eons you might get famous and it will make your grandchildren rich. (even though none of the bloggers saw a concentration camp during WW2 times)

My close friends have their blogs here. Which i do like to read myself but i don't comment there because my friends are Grim and like to hide there blogs from the masses, It's like a secret lobby! (No, my friends are not Freemasons)

Yes, Mumbai is Kvlt. But it lacks blasts and Pashtuns. And Shiv Sena is nothing compared to MQM's chooran leadership.

I am not good in writing stuff.

The name of this blog is not inspired by a pop band's hit song. I couldn't think of anything lamer than this. Like my favorite Arsenal fan says "Lameness owns"