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Raula: I can pick u up on Saturday... n I will return u to Mpls.. on Sunday.. if that is cool with ya... then here is my email wahuuda@yahoo.com.... u can holla at me..n we can maybe exchange digits...so as to talk... we would really lov eto have u here!! Abdinuur: Sorry bro.. we r in women age.. no more men!!

Raula: I can pick u up on Saturday... n I will return u to Mpls.. on Sunday.. if that is cool with ya... then here is my email wahuuda@yahoo.com.... u can holla at me..n we can maybe exchange digits...so as to talk... we would really lov eto have u here!! Abdinuur: Sorry bro.. we r in women age.. no more men!!

looool@me wallahi in the morning its just put on my cream on my hands (they always dry) cover the hair and off i go...lol never do i put honey, egg or any of that stuff on me lol aniga a isku qurmaay inta kalay ben! I wash my hair with any shampoo i get my hands on...put some oil, comb and its see ya till the next time i wash u...lol i either got a hijaab on or a bandana (at home) the only time i take it off is when i got to sleep and when i take a bath... lol@pimples najmah girl i feel ur pain...a couple of months ago my whole face was covered in spots (even on my nose) ...however, when i woke up in the morning they would be gone, they were only there durin the day...it took me a while to realise that i was allergic to my glasses frame lol@najmah and Ameenah i've been livin in london for 10yrs now and i've never been to the hairdressers to get my hair done **thinkin i should really start to take care of myself** lulla girl ama try some of the things u suggested i'm sorta startin to feel sorry for myself here lol ma'salaama Salaams ppl

so-so_good thanks bro that was so funny, lol peace

Idil, Da~answer and Hibo, guys your poems are breathtaking...i am speachless. Hibo, I am glad to read your poetry in somalia online sis, it is such a pleasure to have you here too. Somalinet's era for me has almost eclipsed and i vow not to return there unless forced. This kind of love between somali boys and girls is what i have been waiting to see...sharing and loving... Guys you are are wonderful..only dont stop the flow of poetry.. Thank you all, PS: Idil, sister i will asnwer you poem tomorrow God-willing..and i know GIRL LIKE YOU must have a mother who is the greatest Queen, I love my mother very much than when i think of her i cry with sweet emotions towards her. She raised me and my 7 other brothers and sister when our father died in 1984, i was a kid by then but she made sure i get everything a child should have had. I love her for her strength and courage, her cleverness in business (especially - how she master the oral maths) and her business skills, she made my family rich lol. bye all and thank you.

This poem is dedicated to all....that r new in the world of love.. when we enter the door to this mysterious world.. all we see is the lavishing sites of beauty, happiness that seems to last forever... through my experience I share with u ... a side not many folks.. were unfortunate enough to experience it.. so new lovers or those that r eager towards love... do dig deeper than that mere fairlytales hollywood portrays...Here is a prayer for u all.... Have you ever had a broken heart that was impossible to repair? Have you ever met that someone who didn't seem to care? Have you ever cried so many tears that you thought you'd cry forever? Have you ever been dumped by someone after spending such a long time together? Have you ever been hurt so bad you almost couldn't feel the pain? Have you ever went after someone only to be left out in the rain? Have you ever wanted someone you thought you'd never hold? Have you ever warmed that person's heart to see it all turn cold? Have you ever fell hard for someone then have them push you away? Have you ever been left by someone after asking them to please stay? Have you ever been so depressed that you wanted to lay down and die? Have you ever forced yourself to smile when all you could do was cry? Have you ever felt so alone like you had no one to turn to? Have you ever felt so unloved like no one needed you? Have you ever gave your heart to someone who wouldn't give theirs in return? Have you ever been treated so badly that you could feel your whole heart burn? I hope someday you'll meet someone who will never make you cry I hope they'll love you forever and never say goodbye Because I know how much it hurts to have a broken heart I know how painful it is to have it ripped apart I believe there's someone out there who will make you happy, my friend Then you'll never have to worry about having your heart broken......

Hey Jamaal & Idil.. I see poetry folks down here as well... its cool.. if u haven't yet figured this is Hibo_The_Original... so here I will add one of favorite poems... enjoy it: These callused hands have a history.. You look at my picture on your computer screen.. And you say how beautiful... How sweet... I tell you my friend. These callused hands have a history... You see, The picture doesnt show the pain my soul has lived. My eyes have grown accustomed, To living in this surrounding darkness. You just see my face...a beautified mask.. You dont see the sweat, That pours down my pores each day... As I struggle to live each day... You dont see the scabs on my rough small hands... From the endless miles I travel.... Dont see the feet... That I thank God have had no feeling since they were created. You dont see that. You dont see the small body, That everyone deems as fragile. When the only thing fragile..is my heart. You dont see the pride that has been torn only to be rebuilt.. With walls around it. You dont see the heart that has been broken too many times... By the people that should of always been there. You dont see the heart I almost threw away... With a bottle of pills... You dont see that. You dont see the hands... That tell of my being beaten... Abused... Neglected... And torn. Homeless... Starving... For love, attention, and a little more...I just dont know what. You dont see the girl... Who refused to believe she was worth loving... Even by the one who created her in His image... The Girl who thought she was God's first mistake.... You dont see that. You dont see the girl who has never known what real love is like Because everytime she relearned to trust... She was rejected again. You dont see the girl who was taunted.. By her peers, her church....the people she called family... The girl who was told she would be nothing by those she trusted.. The girl who stood alone in that graduation hall... Because those she had built up the nerve to invite Despite her damn pride, decided it was not important, That they show up. The girl who graduated. Though many thought she would not.. So my friend, Next time you see my picture, Next time you see my face... Look deeper... Remember these callused hands tell a story... And this wounded soul has a name...

Woow... so many things to learn! I can just share these few things If you ever thing of buying make up go for Mac its expensive, but its soo good to the skin. I use all Dove products for my face noting else its got cream in it with soap so it does not leave ur face harsh and in need of cream. Hair its my ethopian hairdressers job heheh, its just toooo curly and u need change from the jelled style Ouh just one ting i dont recomed for u all to use those hair straigteners like soft n' beautiful, it just damages our hair and makes them look so unnatural. plus avoid going to black hairdressers they use too many chemicals.Somalis , Ethopians and Eretrians know our hair better. Peace

Ayaanick: Sunday it is sis.... Yo Raula: We r kind of having Nomads dinner nite.. on this Sunday.. u r wlc to join.. if u r willing to drive for an hr... promise to make it a very memorial nite for ya ass!!

Ayaanick: Sunday it is sis.... Yo Raula: We r kind of having Nomads dinner nite.. on this Sunday.. u r wlc to join.. if u r willing to drive for an hr... promise to make it a very memorial nite for ya ass!!

Luula: This is what I do... to make myself beautiful... I wash my face with lux soap...use little bit of a lotion for my skin is dry ...n....wear my glamorous chapstick....n I get my groove on...so chill it girlie.. I am learning stuff now! Don't know if I will ever mess with my face.. that ain't ajoke.. its very sensitive... I believe in one thing.... "this is what u get love it or leave it"..SORRY couldn't help!

SilenGuy, sxb i think this is the poem u wanted 10. Confused - by jamaal-11 The Somalis call me "the Westerner" The blacks call me "the brownie" The whites call me "the black" The Somalis call me "the Satan" The Asians call me "the African" The Africans call me "The Arab" The Arabs call me "the slave" The American call me "the immigrant" The UN calls me "the stateless" The mullahs call me "The Traitor" The democracy calls me "the dictator" The Jews called me "the Islamite" The Moslems call me "the secular" The English called me "the collaborator" The world calls me "the nomad" My Experience calls me "the sadist" My Vision brands me "the Poet" My Future says you are "the Optimist" The Truth points i am "the best" And my Mother calls me "The JamaaaL" The Reality calls me "The confused"

back in da day when i was younga~ i ask my self & always wondea~ why luv dont come my way~ i like girlz but i cant stay~ lived life a playa way~ monday through sunday~ 24/7~~~365~ no kidz no wife~ dont need dat miserable life~ but dont get me wrong~ i did some dirth & sh!t cought on~ damn, it hurt, bein lone~ but this aint dat song~ is ur ni99a as a man all grown~ thankin u 4 all da luv u shown~ U've shind da way~ ever since da day~ U came my way~ attitude of adestin child~ classy but ur wild ~ need comfort ur # i dial~ when my day is puckin foul~ l luv da fact dat ur always mine~ tryin ur bast just 2 see me smile~ sweet luv,just give me a while~ diamond ring 'll bling bling~ from a distant mile~ red carbet in a middile of a aisle~ Gotta 2 admit i like ur style~ shorrty shorrty~ lets,make,a luv story~~~..... da endin 2 this song or pome is up 2 da luv ya got 4 one another....but i gotta tell ya my endin is da booooom,.1 luv ya (do what u want is ur world).@g ------------------ I @n$wer whit rhymez, do they fit ur ?tion.

Jamaal_11 : Bro, that's not the poem I asked for. the one I liked contained lines which go like this: some call me a refugee some call me ......... Thanx in advance

Thank you IDIL, you assured me of what to expect. Fruitless pain and sorrow leave Inside these vessel walls that bleed New life exchanged between two souls As diamonds strewn from darkened coals This section of the poem moved me IDIL, "Inside these vessel walls that bleed, New life exchanged between two souls, As diamond strewn from darkened coals" Do u mean this with what i think u mean?

It is wise to use the term "Somali" to mean people from Somalia or are ethnically born to Somali culture. But in the era of the information superhighway...the name also refer "somali cats" .

BREJIN nice try....but u aint funny enough....try harder nigga...

Sister, What ever career you choose, make sure it is something you will enjoy. This is because, if you aren't going to enjoy what you do, then believe me, you won't be sticking to it for long, which would be a shame if you've studied for it. You said that you liked writing and you were thinking of Journalism. If you really want it go for it...! I mean you don't have to be a Doctor of Language to write an article,and your english will improve as you get deeper into your studies. You'll need other skills and you can learn them too. A year is a long time to improve, just read , read and read,anything and everything. why not contact a person that is already doing something that you might be interested in and chat to or even shadow them for a day. I can go on and on walaalo, but I don't wanan bore the life out of ya. Salaams

Sister, What ever career you choose, make sure it is something you will enjoy. This is because, if you aren't going to enjoy what you do, then believe me, you won't be sticking to it for long, which would be a shame if you've studied for it. You said that you liked writing and you were thinking of Journalism. If you really want it go for it...! I mean you don't have to be a Doctor of Language to write an article,and your english will improve as you get deeper into your studies. You'll need other skills and you can learn them too. A year is a long time to improve, just read , read and read,anything and everything. why not contact a person that is already doing something that you might be interested in and chat to or even shadow them for a day. I can go on and on walaalo, but I don't wanan bore the life out of ya. Salaams

Skin, Drink lots of water - it does wonders for Ur skin, nails and hair. If U got dry sensitive skin - like moi - Use vaseline - it is great. Avoid products with chemicals, alcohole etc. They mess up your skin in the long run. Hair, lord have mercy, i hate my hair .... I go hair dressers evey now and again to give them some behavioural therapy lol

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Geedi, Welcome bro and thanx 4 the compliment.