content is king
Sometimes, I try not to look into your eyes for too long.
They lull me in, pull me in, intice me too much.
So I breathe deeply and look away.
Because I know myself atleast that much. And I haven’t yet learnt to swim properly yet.
That new show on FX, Nip/Tuck is very disturbingly, unsettlingly, lividly interesting. I want to watch an episode but I don’t want to.
Nip/Tuck is about the life of two plastic surgeons, all the women they go through and the troubles they bring about.
It really puts plastically enhanced “goddesses” in a new light.
I for one, am quite ready to fall in love with a god designed woman in comfort.
but let’s not go there.
The amazing thing about parents is how they react to everything we do. It’s like a personal thing to them.
Like the time I came home with my head shaved and my mom rushed to the door, gasping, almost fainting:
“Why did you do this, *pause for breath*, to me?”
Earnest audience asks, where does all this money go from the blogathon?
It goes to Save The Children foundation, a UK based organization that works on a global basis.
Her first paycheck, she called me up and asked me.
“What do you think? It’s so cheap and requires so little of me, monetary wise and I get to help out. I think I will sponsor a child, help put him/her through school and then, one day college too. The organization I’ve picked does this great job that it requires each child it helps out to help payback some of the money the management used on it when he/she grows up and starts working. This way, the money keeps helping out cyclically.”
I admired her, for her strength and generousity. In a world where islamic charactersitics of an ideal muslims don’t shine as strongly, it’s good to see them alive through the mercy of Allah.
She. She wasn’t/isn’t muslim.
Does it matter?
‘You’ve Got Mail’ was a remake of an old black and white movie called ‘The Shop Around The Corner’. I picked up the DVD from the library coming home yesterday.
It was refreshing to watch a movie of that era, the manners, the speech, the dressing styles. I think a lot of it goes along the lines of what Islam preaches; to not be left alone in the company of woman, to be polite, to not be rude to others and that those who commit adultery should be fired.
The laughs are simple, the comedy is focused on language and the atmosphere clean.
All in all, a movie I would recommend you get, sit back and watch with yours truly.
I rather enjoy talking to this guy. Like me, he yearns to push his ideas into the next realm. I’m not sure what the next realm is but unsatisfied with this one, he keeps pushing to the next one:
i am going with **** to an orientation picnic for students going to case-western in the fall. that’s where she’s going…and she put my name down as “yousef kafoury.” well her cousin yousef was supposed to go with her, but he can’t now, but the form was already sent in. so i get to play him for the day.
But listen, I GOT a story for ya
listen to this one
wouldn’t it be funny if you got some new neighbors
who were really friendly and all
nothing odd
and one day you see they just got a puppy
and you ask what its name is
and they say “waleed”
what would you do?
would you be like, “that’s my name. you named your dog after me!?”
or would you say nothing
cuz they wouldn’t admit to doing that
it would just create such an awkward atmosphere!
My big bro thinks his new phone is “so sexy.” The silly boy is messaging me while he’s sitting right beside me.
I’m going crazy here! And conveniently enough, Waleed’s not around.
Heh. We really should’ve tested this before we started the Blogathon.
Having some (minor?) technical difficulties.
You know what I don’t like? I don’t like sentences that start with the words, “I’m not racist, but” or “No offense, but.”
Like, “I’m not racist, but you know these slit-eyed Chinks can’t drive.” Like, “No offense, but Chinese guys are ugly.”
What the heck? You say you’re not racist, and then you go ahead and say something racist anyway. You tell somebody not to take any offense at something that you very well know is offensive.
No offense, but you’re an idiot.