unday ka funda

17Jun09

it has been said that when reading some work of self-expression, a reader will form a mental image of what he believes the writer must be like. an idea of how the person may be your grandfatherly storyteller on a rocking chair addressing spellbound little kids or a young man in a coffee shop charming […]

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of hamoody, who wouldn’t shut up and got what was coming to him

16Jun09

at this point in time i am attending a presentation on the things a guy can do in abu dhabi. do i really need to be told that corniche probably means beach? ______________________ blame it on the hashemite bloodline if you will, but as a rule, i like kids. of the human variety. admittedly, i […]

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