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I WANT MY LIFE TO BE MY CANVAS I am being born in a place where colors and forms hands and tools individual existence and the world meet each other simple as a breath complicated as a breathing one no more understandable than a drawing on a cave wall my only secret is the secret of being my name is painting
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bina babes, ahem what and who is this post hinting to?
*wink* *wink*
**nudge** **nudge**
STOP. dont call
errr, no
LOL
i was referring to this:
Why do i call him my ....................?
He never was or will be mine
He belongs to himself
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running
giving out....
bina .. mujhe duniya bhar kay lecture .. aur khud ko dekho..
OUCH it hurts haina?
...damn..these MEN ..cant live with them . cant even live without them...
HE!Y! is everything awright?! went thru some of your neechay walay posts theres some gooooood writin down there!!! :) and thanks for dropin by!! been a long time since u or i did!!!! :D
Still call him yours and be stubborn upon his ownership, even if you arn't his owner. That's what a Paki does, heh!, claim the plot unless the geniun owner shows up with ownership docs. lol, never mind. MAN these days is only thing one can easily claim for and even he doesn't mind about it :p that's another thing you call it *flirt*.
This is just a friendly yet lawfully inlawfull piece of advise, when in doubt, do what you reckon is RIGHT.
Once I was alloted a plot, when I went to visit the site. Some cowboys stopped me step upon "ay jee sadday bachiyan di roti ay" bah! "jo vi sadday bachiyan di roti thadday kolon laway ga ussi onna no nahi chudna jee". A few extra grands to local police solved the prob "Quide-a-Azam is always great he still speaks for us. No doubt, till the local police solved those cowboys made lotsa money of my plot :( damn villagers, damn cowboys!
*Abcent strangles a cat on his way out.
binoo u wrote it to hear all this??
the rebelious youth, i must say!
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