Midweek Weekend Done Right at Coral Salon & Spa
From the Blog jasminecatchesbutterflies[image: Coral Salon & Spa] Thursday turned out to be a very stressful day due to some rat-a-tat at home and leakage of our car's radiator, but thanks heavens for Coral Salon & Spa, I got the chance to unwind on my mid-week weekend. Yep, you read that right. This semester my Wednesdays are half-days and Thursdays are off so I put on my weekend mood a little bit early. ;) Coral Salon & Spa launched in DHA Phase 6, Karachi, only a couple weeks back on 7th February 2015 and even though Tayyaba Hasan had invited me whole-heartedly to visit them for a bloggers meetup on the launch day, I couldn't make it. Nonetheless, I was kindly offered to visit any time and so I went in this week. [image: Coral Salon and Spa] [image: Coral Salon and Spa] [image: OPI Pedicure] Stepping in, I was pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
“Get Drunk” by Charles Baudelaire
From the Blog uzairahmad Always be drunk. That’s it! The great imperative! In order not to feel Time’s horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, Get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk. And if you sometimes happen to wake up on the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, your drunkenness gone or disappearing, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask everything that flees, everything that groans or rolls or sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will answer you: “Time to get drunk! Don’t be martyred slaves of Time, Get drunk! Stay drunk! On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!” pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
What’s your Room No. ?
From the Blog r2square [image: row of windows] Why is it that moving crowds make me feel so horribly crippled and so devastatingly stranded? Stay there for a minute or two and see them all moving on, while you are waiting for that one thing. Standing, invisible and unseen amongst everyone you know. Low self-esteem? Nah, sometimes it’s just a simple observation So I do what I went there for, inside the small room as my name is called and mumble my room number. It’s the Allotment Day. We get new rooms as the final year of our college leaves and we have a crack at better rooms. I mumble the same number I did last year. A room full of sunshine, whenever sun comes . A room alight with the moon, whenever moon returns (la di da). A room so perfect in its imperfections that the very notion of changing it mpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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