Ok … because I’m a-nobody on the blog-O-sphere (God I hate that word) and because no other blogger cares for me. Anyway just bored and just playing around with my fixed laptop … OMG life without actual desktop PC’s is really hard… Because over 300 visitors a day stalk me on my diary blog … I will tell you few things which you my friends might never know … can you live with yourself not knowing that;

Nose
1. I have a really big and ugly nose … when I was in Paris … Jews though i was Jewish … which was kool because I would get a really good Job with my nose. My mum said … I fell down the stairs – which really explains why it’s bent and did I say ugly?

Anger
2. I get angry … If I have a pound for every time I got angry for no reason. I actually got my mate to record me when I get angry … Its horrible. I have no self control when I’m angry … so stay back when I’m in the room. What I really hate is looking back and thinking – what was that all about?

Fight
3. I have never been in a fight. You might think, I run away from fights or just gets bullied … but I just never was bullied or in that place. I really want to be in fight, because I really don’t want to get beaten up when I’m 25 and then feeling the pain for the first time … So if you want beat me up please contact me … Wunir{at} hotmail.com … promise I won’t fight back.

Killer
4. Only my closest friends know this and you’re one of them now. It was a Sunday like any other … I took the knife and with all my able power…. HAHAHA you really think I would confess to my crimes on a blog? What’s MySpace for then?

On one of many jolly visits to Tunisia – as a respectable and charming young man I had the urge to kill someone or something. Ok, long story – short what I killed was a chicken which belonged to my cousins … I really don’t remember much but it was one those hot days and just bored so myself and other cousins … grabbed a chicken and filled it mouth with sand and anything that can go down.

What happened didn’t go too well with my mum and other family members. What I will say now is that – she (mum) hung me feet up for hours in the summer and would hit me. Tunisia didn’t have children’s direct or any help line for that matter.

Muslim
5. I do my best to hide the fact that I put my head to ground 5 times a day (more but we try to make it simple). On a serious note I’m really proud to be Muslim – I don’t blog about my religion because I don’t believe blogging about your religion is important to anyone… after all you’re is a blogger … who care about what you say. Oh … wait everyone.
… Fuck all extremists who hijacked my religion

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If i missed anyone, leave a comment and I’ll add your link.

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