A Wogarella means embracing both my
background and the Strayian’ way of life.
What is a
Wogarella you ask? Let's try to avoid being politically correct for a minute
and admit that I am a first generation Australian girl with Lebanese/Syrian
Background. I have brown eyes and brown hair. I reside in Western Sydney.
Sounds common right? Not quite. I'm torn in between two worlds. The gender
equality and feminist values that I have learned in Australia are constantly at
odds with the traditions of my family and heritage. I'm trying my best, people won't always
understand, but join me on this journey. Unlike many Arab girls I don't just
want to live the life my mother lived. Not that I can undermine my mum, her
strength, integrity and dry sense of humour has helped me form into the
confused little Wogarella I am today. You see, like most Gen Y-ers I want to
excel, yet still keep my family values with me as I embark on life as a 20
something year old. It's a little difficult to describe myself. I'm a walking
contradiction really. I have random obsessions. Magazines being my main. Which
is why I've chosen to work in the industry. My celeb obsessions stem from the
very first Magazine my mother bought me at 8 years of age, NW of course. (Feel
free to judge).
Celebrity
obsessions include, Mariah Carey, Miranda Kerr, Mila Kunis, Taylor Swift,
Nicole Richie, all of the Home and Away peeps and many, many more. The list
changes daily, so I will keep you updated.
Although I
enjoy making Tabouli on weekends, I'm the first one to confront my family
members in regards to gender roles and complain about a community which is so
behind in so many ways, yet I still feel a sense of loyalty to and try my best
to defend them when they're being victimised. I obsess about Taylor swift. I
feel as though I can relate to her. Despite the fact that she's white and I’m
black. Well olive, but that's another story altogether.
Unlike most
Lebanese girls from the burbs I don't swoon over boys with fully sick cars and
mullets. Intelligent men with a decent sense of humour usually release the
flutterbies in my tummy. I must admit, I wear a lot of gold accessories, but I
promise to never get rid of my beloved shellac nails for the atrocious long
acrylics worn by most Wogarellas.
Now if you’ve
managed to keep that attention span going, well done! We need to get down to
the nitty-gritty stuff. I’m not going to lie, my posts will very much work in
the same way as my brain, randomly. I will be posting whatever comes to my
mind. Anything from great foods, to interesting experiences I have on my Westie
train lines to great beauty products I just can’t get over. To be honest, I’m
going to ensure you, my lovely readers will be listening, as I share with you
my most bizarre life stories and adventures.
Now if this
doesn’t tell you enough, I have included an image and a description of my self by two very credible
sources below.
Wogarella’s Mum: She’s a dreamer. I wish I never bought her that magazine. She makes me listen to Mariah in the car all the time. Too passionate, over the top, God bless her. Suffers from OCD. Has an overflowing beauty cupboard, I swear I will start binning these products whether they’re Chanel or Revlon.
Taylor Swift: Abi is my biggest fan, she’s borderline obsessed with me. My security guards have her name on file, so rest assured. But besides that, she’s cool! So read her blogs. *Strums Guitar
Wogarella,
With two X’s of course!
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