@Dainty French. I absolutely adore the rhyme scheme; consistent and unified all through out the poem

Looool. Gotta love reer mudugs, walee a unique group of people. Ever heard the joke about the man who got the wrong order of food and when he asked to have it taken back, the manager instead of appeasing the customer asked him, oo yaa kaaliitoo cunaya?

Yo momma so black the only difference between her and midnight is 11:59.

^The system is designed to make the people fail (institutionalized racism as Caamir pointed out) it needs blue color workers, the more uneducated: the better. The less degrees weilded, the happier it is; It's necessary for capitalism's survival walaal.

^I think there is something wrong with the dude (testosterone donation anyone?) I swear to god he seems like inuu ka midh yahay nimanka raga ah oo naagaha lagu kari waayay. Ah! LOL! The trials of the young, maandhayaal what is so special about that day that makes the other 364/363 days not matter in the least? Runtii I never understood V-DAY or even B-days as a matter of fact, what is the point of celebrating the fact that you are a step closer to you death? I find living just as terrifying thank you very much. Oh and anniversaries, why would you care about your staying together another year when a break-up is imminent? It's not an option; it's fated to happen Do I have something against these so not special occasions? Maya laakiinse capitalism gacan baa u taagay! Genius walee. Passion: My neighbor from hurwaa, get him a nano!

The elementary school I went to was predominately African-American; as a matter of fact I was the only Somali and non-American kid in my entire 3rd class. Anyway about a month into the new school year, the teacher got this bright idea and assigned us an "I am" project, were basically you talk about your childhood, where you were born, culture and what makes you unique so that the class can have an idea of who you are and what you present. We had from Monday to Wednesday to assemble materials we needed for the project so that by Thursday the teacher could gauge our readability for the presentation on Friday, which I was looking forward to despite the misgivings I had about the project in the beginning. Before I knew it, Monday knocked out Tuesday, Wednesday put Tues. and Mon. in the hospital, Thursday the fulay came and left, finally it was Friday: the day of the presentations. I decided to wear a little guntino instead of the ugly blue and white school uniform, I also had my hair braided ala Somali style. We had present in alphabetical order, so I had to sit patiently and wait until the teacher got to I's. When she called my name, I picked up my collage of pictures and I started talking about my favorite subject: Me. I was even enjoying myself, that is until this snot nosed a!shole saw fit to open his mouth and say speak African!. He even started tapping his hand against his cheek and clicking his tongue. I asked him if he understood sign language, and I flicked him off. When I was almost done, the little ingrate gets out of his seat and says, "Miss B. shut up the African booty scratcher so I can go to recess." All my classmates fall out of their chair laughing, I on the other hand, already pissed off about his st!pid comment, saw blood particularly his draining out of his lifeless form. The teacher took him outside, I guess to reprimand him and when she got back in, she asked me if I wanted him to stay in as opposed to going outside, as tempted as I was about the idea I had bigger plans for him. I replied in the negative and got ready for recess. As we lined up to go outside I kept hearing little mummers of that term and the clacking sounds. I smiled, oh he is going to get it good, I promised myself. Once we were safely outisde, what I did to that little rugrat had me suspended for a week. I wasn't stressed about it because I knew my parents would understand laakiinse when I got home the tongue lashing that awaited me made me feel so low about my reaction to his words...as if I wasn't even worthy of holding the TP that they wiped themselves with. To this day, I still remember my father saying over and over, "it's just words, words!" I didn't even defend myself, couldn't even say a word as a matter of fact, that is how embarrassed I was about my behavior. The funny thing is, as soon as my hiatus was over and I set a foot in the class, the as!hole started doing the Tarzan yell, telling the class that is how they welcome people back in Somalia. I was impressed that he came up with a clever way to insult me about my origin. Of course, I laughed and replied back in kind. Something about how to shut up people with black-eyes. Ever since then I never gave someone that much power over me and allowed their words to have any effect on me whatsoever. I learned that words are only offensive if you allow them to offend you as a result I live in an offense-free community. I wouldn't even give two shakes of a lemon pale if a white person called me n!gger,I'd probably act as if I'm cuckoo for cocoa puff or say something just as obscene.

I'm neither white, colored, nor black. I wouldn't be offended simply because I don't see myself that way.

For the past 12 hours (It's 7 a.m) I have been studying for an exam, which counts for 1/2 of my grade in the class: No pressure. I have to do a presentation on lysosomal storage diseases (Tay-sacs and cystic fibrosis) and how they relate to the Proteome (vs) genome project: I'm scared I might cry On top of that I have a lab between the two courses: The reproductive cycle of HIV, hazardous ma is tidhi. Life is always fun at the molecular level.

LOL. A bit disturbing but funny. He reminds me of Jack Handy, their comedic styles are a bit similar. Koleyba inanku inaba caadhi mo'oho.

A. Choked with tears, she watched him go Even helped him pack for she loved him so Aching with pain: she bit her lip to keep her from calling his name. B.Hard to believe just yesterday, She held his love in her hand,[securely] only to kiss it goodbye today. Side note: I'm not finished, but I'm finished

A. Kashanre: Don't let prejudice and known-new ( Kibaki should stop filling you in ) information cloud your judgement. B. Castrate: molestation,maandhow, is a form of having sexual relations.

Maandhow, inaa kugu sanifo miyaa doonaysaa? *sighs* Whether they lost or not isn't the point, the fact that they were cheated is! mida kale, Jeeze iyo louisekaa wadadid meel naga dhig! I don't know what your show of disgust is about; at least I wasn't the one depressed for a week because of my team's loss.

^Actually that is a non-argument; it's more of a... statement of opinion or rather in your case one of mis-belief. Maandhow, honestly, cry your river and build a bridge over it already, the better team didn't win the Lombardi, not because of lack of plays-though they weren't executed at times as they should of have- but because they had banked on their opponents wearing black and gold, instead of black and white.

About the Public Data: He admitted he had sexual contact with her but when? Did he, in the recorded conversation as well as his interview with the police, confess that he had sexual relations with the girl when she was a minor or when she came back to Minneapolis last summer?

Had any of you guys heard her side of the story or even knew her, I'm quite sure many of your opinions, as well as your outlook regarding this case would change. Mine certainly changed but just out of morbid curiosity what if it turns out that she lied or that this whole incident was but a plot to assassinate the character of a :rolleyes: nationally recognized hero? Runtii, I applaud her for having the cojonas to do what she did when many in her situation would not do so, laakiinse I can't help but fear that the outcome of this trial would be a deciding factor when ever, in the future, a Somali girl accuses another of molestation; it may even hinder many from taking a stand. B.T.W Still waters run deep, waa run laakiinse the idea that this is about some clan-vendetta is pure hogwash.

General Duke, ever wonder why the Quran's verse' are numerically structured by Indian (Hindi) numerals instead of Arabic?

Laa xowla walaa quwata ilaa bilaahil cadiim! Ilaahay ha u naxariisto especially those, if any, that were caught in between the crossfire. Then: depletion of biomass. Now: we fight and kill over land which doesn't belong to us. cajiib.

The lengths some people will go to get attention.

Cancelled so I'm working on the Lab notebook and expressing my disgust in a productive and a healthy way. So, what are you getting me for V-DAY?

Critical my toe, more like meaningless penalties. Calling for an P.I is like Jordan crying because he didn't have a fair attempt at making a basket!!! I'm still disgusted. Maandhow, believe it or not, Seattle does get a fair amount of sunshine and rain is a blessing from God so I for one am thankful to be living in this rainy and sunny big little town.

It's not that I disagree with the idea of polygamy, but rather its application in this era. I have seen so many men who know that they can't provide financial support; who are unable to be generous with their time; ooba warasaday already dhalayn ka war qabin laakiinse you'd see them marrying other women, even though they know that they can neither fulfill their obligations toward the new wives nor the wives and children they already have. I guess, personally, I have a harder time living it rather than accepting the fact.

^The first TD was a bullsh!t call, they only won by one. Mida kale we murdered them the first half and yet they had the higher score; apparently stats don't always reflect skill. Maandhow, *sighs* Seattle is not depressing and in case you try to point that we have the highest suicide rate in America, let me school you a bit walaal, that was a poll taken in the 1980's (what century is it now?) and it was due to the closing of a Boeing plant which left many, obviously, jobless and homeless. Having decided that they had nothing to live for, they killed themselves. It had nothing to do with the weather so get over it, we did. Furthermore, The bus? The bus? I hope all the wheels on the bus fall off! The friggin' game was full of foul (faulty! just despicable) officiated calls, I refuse to admit defeat, or be a gracious looser when it wasn't an honest and neutral game environment

Dhiig kar iska daa, murugo daraadeed baa la jiifan la'ahay. God! I want to throw up preferably on top of Mr.Rufflewhooperburger, Bettis and Ward but most of all those yellow flag waving fans and referees.

Ah! A Dateline junkie. @Riverside. No comment. I watched an episode that aired before this one and it talked about: how and in what manner child molesters were convicted and sentenced; why they are never truly allowed to return to the lifestyle they led beforehand; and what steps or measures can be and are taken to prevent them from being repeat offenders such as the buildings of state funded gated trailer communities and GPS trackers chained to their ankles. It was fascinating. But the truly interesting thing, one that made me pause was how most of the molesters have been sexual victims as children themselves. This above all-else, was the trend all the predators shared. It made me wonder about their physiological development, especially at the point their instincts changed from being the prey to being the hunter. Runtii, the human mind is incredible as it is but when it has a defect, it's more interesting to study walee. Anyway, I was very surprised at how resigned they were to their fate; I would rather choose death than live in such captivity.

^ , I-5 was almost empty and every neighborhood store was closed, I couldn't even get my organic juices. 1st TD: a Bullsh!t call; the TD that shouldn't have been 2nd TD: why couldn't it have been anyone but Ward? 1st half: The hawks did everything right but score; completely dominated the Steelers (3-0) Offensive pass interference :confused: Who in their right mind would call that and not reofflswhopperburger's TD? Why can't they let the players make the game? Why were the referees taking so much control? 2nd half: I can't even think about it without having the urge to vomit. (3-7, 3-14, 3-21, 10-21, why?, how?) As far as I'm concerned the hawks were a far better team, sure we made some little mistakes that ended up biting us in the a!s but all the Steelers did was gang up on Alexander who played tremendously and gained so many yards for the hawks despite the many nay Sayers questioning his ability to do so; Stephens, despite the many catches he missed, he made a TD that wasn't suspicious; Hasselback, what can I say about him without having to choke with tears...aside from the pressure getting to him, he played beautifully. Jackson... was so good the first half, he brought tears to my eyes. Tatupu, I almost love him for his tenacity and humility but most of all his ferocity in the game. Horta the worst part wasn't even the loss but hearing Bettis refer to himself as a champion (the bus stops at Detroit :confused: dude you are going back to Pittsburgh! DUH) and on top of that Ward was awarded MVP!!! (for what???). I have so many names, which can aptly describe these two, and Mr. reofflswhopperburger (that shouldn't have been a TD, end of story) but I'll just keep that to myself. Needless to say I feel like vomiting and neutral grounds? 90%-10% is not neutral. Go hawks and Paul Allen, hope to see you in Miami in '07 insha'allah.