
Yes, expect a rant on the political love fest going on.
Yes, it’s banned in Kuwait.
Yes, it’s banned in Dubai.
Yes, you can get it in Bahrain.
Yes, you can get it from PlayAsia.com. …Don’t get it through FedEx, it took six days to deliver.
I know this because I got a copy from Bahrain and a copy from PlayAsia.
While this game is not for those of you between the ages of 13-60, with the stipulation that puberty is not mercilessly clobbering you on your forehead and back, GTA4 is an amazing game. Unlike GTA:SA, developing friendships actually gives you perks, like clearing your wanted level with the police, getting free cab rides (hailing cabs!), heli rides, gangs, a weapons merchant coming to you, and more! The intimidatingly good graphics are enough to leave you gobsmacked for the first five-thousand hours, seeing as how weather effects are astoundingly realistic, the vehicles are very true to life.

Did I mention that online mode is AMAZING? You can roam the entire map with your friends (allowing or disallowing friendly fire, and previously-setting the respawn rate,) or shoot each other to within an inch of death, play with complete strangers and kill THOSE guys, or if you’re not the violent type (what are you doing with this game?) you can race though chosen or random parts of the city, choose the laps, and all that good stuff. The more missions you win online, the more extensive your wardrobe becomes for your online avatar.

You can spend endless hours just exploring the parts of the map available to you here (it goes without saying-but I’m saying it, oh wow, that as you do more missions the storyline develops, and you get to see more of the city,) and every detail is beautiful, and there for you to admire. This is by far the most captivating Rockstar game, giving Vice City a run for its money (What can I say? I may love Tommy too much!) In no way, however, is this lame any less fun, it’s so much MORE fun simply because of the more realistic freedom. You can browse the in-game internet for God’s sake!
Oh! And for the first time you have the choice on who you want to kill this time, and that in turn effects how your story unfolds!
And now on a more laughable note: I will not vote for Flan or 3illan because they are your cousin, and he’s a “khosh rayal,” it is not a favor, it is not favoritism or nepotism, nor is it about some cliche, cheap slogans like, “Kuwait ou bas,” or “7ag liKuwait” it’s about action. It’s not about you gathering your kin and badmouthing Flan-actually, if you want to, go ahead, but when you resort to words that show your amazing lack of class, maybe you need to step away from the mic and revise your position, about wanting to look like a legitimate, honest lawmaker. The one thought that keeps coming to mind when I watch this slaughter of respect that I have for Kuwaiti politics, the more the idea that, “Walla 3a6ohom wayh,” pops into mind…
Finally, mature book lovers, read Paint It Black. It’s heavy stuff, it is not for the weak-hearted, it’s grotesquely beautiful, you have been warned. No, it’s nothing sleazy, but it’s heavily focused on suicide and expresses a lot of drug use.
Know any good books I can read?
Oh my God I went driving since 5.50 in the morning until like 7.00, it was awesome, showari3 5alya ou a lot of time to think and laugh at morning radio–oh my God, they were talking about Kabab min 9iba7 Allah 5air, Allah ylawi3 chabd il 3ado…