I would of have liked you better had you not just turned 19 but welcome anyway. I think buraanbur is both the "song" and the dance. I have several questions: Does the "song" always have the same beat, words, style, etc or does it change? Is the dance of this song similar to C-walking in a dirac? Is there minimal movement of the upper body? It might help if you describe the dance.

^ I believe he already did; you did reply to the topic. (DUH) Flip: It would of have been more interesting (credible even) had you backed up your claims with evidence.

^Just out of curiosity. Why did you reply as if you were the addressed subject (i.e., "I'm well aware") in my statement :confused: and who exactly is my kind ? As for Stanton,I'm quite passed wishing maandhow, as far as I'm (and of my life is) concerned I live her dream; I'm her dream.

And they refuse to believe Stanton died in vain. What an irony. Word of wisdom: Find a way out of the cave; evolve.

Do you even know the meaning of the name? The fireman: Believe me maandhow, he knows the meaning of it especially in connection to...er, a particular "sub-clan." Lol, Horn (interject: "Huh?" factor) Anger management ma is tidhi? I did leave you to your sleep after all, I think you could of have managed to control it a bit better.

Long Legs? I think I like you Sheh, scary as it is. Simply I : Why should I be ashamed? Cusbo? *chortles* I see you have found a less painful way to go about this necessary procedure. Tell me, I beg of you; does it work as well as hot wax?

Oh! Ladies you spoil me. As much as I would love to take credit, I didn't write it. A friend of mine e-mailed it to me. She thought it reminded her of a story I once told her . I just tweaked [inject: Edited] some words to suite SOL's somewhat conservative (Not a bad thing!) and older members.

Can't be serious, can you? I'm more a fan of the "blue grass" revolution at the moment. perhaps alternative rock? Pucca: Horta, are you feeling the neo "Emo" ( @core, so not!) movement? As for Alts. I prefer The Seattle sound -Pure grunge and Pure Sh!t.

I am going to give a Fair warning here...the story you are about to read is not for the faint of heart, nor is it for the weak stomached man who truly has no clue what it takes to be a woman...this is a CLASSIC example of the trials and tribulations of being a woman in these modern times! All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax. My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, and play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-Ra, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the was strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my [precious baby factory ] and stretching down to the inside of my [derriere ] (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake... remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DAMN!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. [Precious baby factory ]? Sealed shut! [Derriere]?? Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to [“flatulate?â€]. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!* I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter. "So, my [derriere] and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace.... the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color... By The only-Earth Mama.

Huh? but Uncle, I'm innocent.

Why does Somalia need another war? Why soon?

Free write. I try only to fail And when I fail: I try Interject:Moot point. I’m blinded by what I see Only to see to be blinded By what I have not seen How awkward: moot it is not I awake to sleep And sleep to awake Only to live to die While dying to live Is there no middle ground? I talk to listen And listen to talk Hearing is selective Yet speech is not Apparently: I haven’t found it I tell the truth only to lie And I lie to cover the truth Which am I telling really? After life, death awaits me After death, life embraces me Why can't I just Be? B.T.W Welcome.

Sheh: Try hawenedeyda on for size.

wisdom varies upon defintion just like "common" sense, which is despite popular belief, not always shared and also Age is open to interpretation; there is no defined and agreed upon age (midh la'isku raacay universally) in which a human being must exhibit signs of wisdom or be found lacking. am I wrong? I brought this up because it seemed to me (quite a surprise really) that you considered nin qaangaadh ah (18-24)a "young" folk and attributed his "dependence" which I read to mean as lacking wisdom (underlying assumption!) to his age. If I interpreted it differently, feel free to correct me.

^ Money well spent, dear! I've been dying to see this movie since I saw a clip of it couple of months ago. I have this suspicion, the clip was pirated. I honestly like the action sequence: because it is a political intrigue but the selling point was when the Redneck uttered: "That is why we win!" I was intrigued, what did they win exactly? and what was the reason? I wholeheartedly believe seeing the movie will help me answer these nagging questions. B.T.W Check out Good Night, and Good Luck!

Last Saturday: I was coerced into becoming a bridesmaid for a relative of mine. Always fun My car was in the shop so Horn drops me off @ the Salon. The salon appointment was at 11 am When I got there; the wedding party including the bride wasn’t there. :mad: No big deal right? Right, but this is the woman who urged us to be there no later than 11, quite vehemently mind you: She called me and threatened me. I become bothered, hot coals being shoved down my silk shirt bothered: How dare she tell me to be there on time when she wasn't: *How dictatorial, Overweight bovine*. I sit down pissed as hell is hot: The Hairdresser compliments my Afro; "Oh My god, you look like you stepped out of the 70’s Vogue pages and right in to the 21st century." My reaction: *Smile* Thank You! *Is she calling me outdated :confused: * While I wonder if her statement was an insult cloaked in a compliment’s cloth: Another bridesmaid arrives- whom I went to High school with-we chat, smile, compliment, pick and prod our body parts while completely loathing each other: each wanting to molest the other’s confidence, you see. Then after an hour Bridezilla accompanied by one of my cousin arrives: The bride upon seeing my ‘fro: says, "Naa maxaa timaha iskaga xooshay?" (Ha Ha Ha? Was that supposed to be funny?) I reply: "Maseer iyo Murugo"; She raises her eyebrow: My cousin laughs somewhat strained. Then: I scowl as she-the bride- suggests to the Hairdresser to use extensions (*Human hair other than my own, I don't think so woman*) on my hair. Before I could protest my cousin shoots an evil look ( :mad: ) in my direction. I roll my eyes and hope that the devil takes them both. Then an assistant Flat Irons my hair and the friggin’ woman burns my ear and doesn't apologize. *The jig' is that about?* I’m seething with rage by now. I’m beyond seeing red: orange alert baan marayaa! By the time she is done; it is 2 O’clock. My high school chum and I decide to go out and get lunch. On our way out, the other two bridesmaids arrive; I make it clear to them that I’m getting’ my hair ‘did after the bride. Okay! Agreed upon! We eat and when we came back, the bride and my cousin have already left and one of the other two bridesmaids is sitting in the hairdressers chair: She is getting her hair done! *Oh Hell the Kcuf No! * :mad: She says while smiling: "Sorry abaayo, I have to pick up my baby" *So?* "I'm in a hurry" *And?* I laugh: "Waan kuu kartay! Micna malaho maandhay,haka wal walin!Sh!t happens *Malicious wench* So I sit down and start leafing through the pages of Vogue; Bored out of my mind. I decide to go to the bookstore across the street and after I come back to the salon, a customer stops me midstride; exclaims: "You are so tall. *Am not* OMG girl you should model" *Am I some circus freak to you people. No, I don't play basketball: As far as I'm concerned a pointguard guards points: And No, I don't wish to model* My reply laughing coquettishly : "I honestly don’t know" A friend of the bride: "Ya allah, she is tall: This girl can’t wear heels –*turning to me*- do you have flat shoes? *I wish I did to slap you better with* Everybody by now is looking at me: *Thank you, Witch!*. I reply: "Maya, eedo" emphasis on Eedo The hairdresser: "Honey, I’m ready for you now" so I go over to her chair; My hair and eyebrows were plucked, glued, pulled,and molested: beyond recognition. At 11 am I came in looking like a Somali: At 6pm I left the salon looking like a Blackanise doll. Moral of the story: Beauty and pain are two sides of a coin when the salon is your dominatrix! Friday: Object of my loathing: Despotic and her nephew. (Savages!) Yesterday: Object of my disgust: Hopkins, how dare he lose?( :mad: )

Despot, your planned major is in what field again? : Common ancestor (anyone? hmmmmmm), Ah, I see the light bulb flickering, waa sax, Yes. Yes. Yes. You got it. See you in poetry club Mrs.Darcy.

^ Thus the reason why the number of Somalis with HIV (and other STDs) will slowly but surely increase within the next couple of years. These men just need lessons in self-sufficiency. Why do they pay when they can extract the poison themselves without cost?

^Vous êtes un uptstart, frère du mien. Mendier leur pardon ; rétracter la déclaration. Avant que vous êtes ayez placé dans le fosse de "Redondance" Duke, very informative.

Balaayo kula calool weynaatey! Ma saas baa? I take my invite back, now kindly leave this site baan ku idhi. Really. Leave woman. Soco (sii soco soo soco Zam Zamey.). @Despotic. The Jig' is up with the "ette" though? Must you kiss my derriere?

I like the first one. This is one of my favorite haikus. lightening - into the darkness travels a night heron's scream - basho

Listen; I verbalize truth Heed me for I’m wisdom I have lived through ages, Time stones to time atoned. I was yesterday; I’ve met Ibn Sina: The prince of physicians I’m today for I’ve seen hunger, Hate and corrupted democracy. And I will be tomorrow For I’m hopeful in all aspects. I have witnessed war; poetic I’m not I leave it solely to Siegfried. I’m neither dead nor alive But I will always just Be, I intertwine sensually with intellectuality I mesmerize minds; events define me But only if they are told in accuracy, The preacher of peace; the b*stard child of Gandhi Committed to Socrates for I’m truth To Chomsky; I’m divine And to Locke; I’m of fixed significance. I’m familiar to all faces: places in all spaces A relic of time, I’m old yet I reside within The wombs of mothers; the ever forgiving Benevolence of fathers. Bear with me for I’m time, Seconds, minutes, hours, months, years am I I’m forever understanding of fears and endless tears, Determinism and fatalism; such cruelty is I But my consequences are common sense For I’m the vicar of free will. I neither judge, neither condemn nor criticize I’m the foresaker-if such a word ever be

Bish Bash: Uf friggin' calayk! Naa maandhey bax agagaargeyka ka hor dhaqaaq before ay indhaheyga foostaan. Wiilkaas iyo jini yaheyga ma is arki karaan for some strange reason. BTW. He should of given her his paycheck instead. It is more valuable. I don't know much about somali songs but I like the ones Abulaahi boqol sings (i.e, hablaha taan ugu jeclaa; ayaan kuu hilmaamayaa ) The man has a sweet voice I must admit but I no longer like him; Maryan Mursal is another singer I favor, I just love her. Indeed.

^Aamiin Sheikha was s'possed to have been tried yesterday laakiinse his trial has been pushed back to a later date which I believe is still being decided on.

Ha Ha! Ha Ha! The Monkey Dude is almost funny. Welcome. I'm Wordette; Lady Wordette to you. Word of caution: Stay away from the Politics section. Just say No! for to post there would be a colossal mistake; similar to the one Bonaparte made @ Waterloo.