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I will be reviewing various books, games, and movies from time to time. Here are the grades I will use, and here is what they mean. 5 - Excellent. Definitely recommended and beyond fun. This is the best rating. 4 - Good. Interesting and fun. Slightly recommended. 3 - Fair. Not awfully exciting, but okay. Neutral. 2 - Poor. Okay, but needs some work. Neutral. 1 - Bad. I'd recommend avoiding, but you can still check it out if you want. 0 - Abysmal.
I don't consider myself particularly handsome. I just don't. It's not something I think about all the time.
Now, I do get girls saying that I'm handsome. What they like most is my hair. My hair is a caramel color - it's not that much darker than my skin. It's parted on the left side. Usually it looks like Ryan Gosling's hair in this picture: http://www.schwarzkopf.com/content/dam/sk/de/home/looks/maenner_frisuren/maenner_trendfrisuren_2011/maennerfrisuren_vom_laufsteg_voting/maennerfrisuren-seitenscheitel/Maennerfrisuren_5_420x540.jpg
And now for the final part of my life story.
When I was 12, my father had finally graduated from his community college. Even luckier for him, he found a job at a business in Newcastle. It isn't one that makes tons of money, but it makes enough to support the family and for us to have free time. And so in January 2008, I said good-bye to Sydney. Of course, we'd go back to visit, but not to live there.
Our house is pretty nice. We got one not too far from the water, so
I have wondeful news for you all!
Jamila (my sister) is getting married soon! She and her fiance Hakim announced their engagement in May. The wedding will take place September 8.
She's already got an idea for a wedding dress. It's going to look something like this: http://bigatoll.com/Islamic_wedding_dress/islamic_wedding_dress_1.jpg
Even though Jamila doesn't normally wear a headscarf, she wants one like that since she thinks many of them are pretty.
Okay, so I didn't post this yesterday since I was kinda busy. But here it is for today. Note: it's not as exciting as the first one, but I have to do it so I can start with the third and final part: PART TWO
When I was almost 8 years old, my parents started suspecting that I might be autistic. They noticed that I had fixations on various things. They also noticed me rocking my body and scratching myself. Eventually, I got tested for it, and it turned out I was definitely