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It's my party and I'll cry if I want to: 28th January 1981, Lahore, PakistanI used to be a well behaved kid contrary to what this picture may show. I'd stay exactly where my mum would leave me for hours. Not moving because I didn't want to get my clothes dirty. I'd stay away from all the naughty children and even tell them to refrain from acitivities that would get them (and me) into trouble.

I spent a lot of my childhood in Pakistan. Being good. I went to nursery school (kindergarten) there, sat exams even (yes, exams at age 3) and scored the highest score in the school's history. I got picked on my the other kids but I was still good. Good, good, good. And then I got 'bad'. Cue evil maniacal laugh.

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