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Before I get started, I have a great announcement: my sister is having a girl!
As my sister gets closer and closer to getting that baby delivered, I have wasted my time looking up all sorts of sheeit. I was able to catch some wacky stuff, like the hype on the royal baby and all of the Kardashian-Jenner craziness. But this below is very interesting.
I am keeping an eye on that bile fascination of mine, Ryan Lochte. Yep, the same guy that was in the Olympics swimming
I'm sure all of you are aware that I'm Muslim. And as you all know, One Direction is popular. And it's pretty obvious which member I will talk about.
I've had some issues with Zayn Malik lately. He's my least favorite member of One Direction. And I think it's for a good reason. He actually makes Muslims look worse.
I thought I'd have a lot of respect for Zayn since I thought it was wonderful that you got to see a Muslim in the music industry. I thought it was refreshing
Yesterday, one of my relatives by marriage got arrested. It was my cousin Rana's husband Bashir. (This cousin is my dad's sister's oldest daughter. She's 30. Her husband is in trouble.)
Rana and her husband were getting a visit from my dad's younger brother Munir. My cousin was expecting a nice quiet visit from her uncle. Uncle Munir was going alone while his wife was visiting their daughter and granddaughter. Bashir and Uncle Munir had a discussion about politics. But things got
These are my least favourite cartoons. I figured I'd make a list since I love cartoons. NOTE: If you like any of these cartoons, don't be offended. I know that some of these (Family Guy in particular) do have sizeable fanbases.
13. The Karate Kid cartoon. As a fan of the movies, I didn't really like the cartoon. It was just another cash-in, and it was too far-removed from the movie. I wish they included more of the movie characters that we actually recognised (Johnny Lawrence and
I haven't told you this before. You might find it weird, or bothersome.
When I first moved to Newcastle, I faked my heritage. I'm not kidding - I pretended that I wasn't Lebanese. It was back in 2008. I had known what the people in Sydney think of the Lebanese, and I thought that people in my new hometown were going to hate me.
These two guys noticed me at lunch speaking to myself. I was speaking Arabic somewhat loudly while writing in my journal. (I used to speak to