I suggest this to VIRGINS ONLY. So when your wedding night comes.... Correct me if I'm wrong but if she is such a "smart woman" shouldn't she have been saying the beautifully and brilliantly written piece of B.S (for a lack of better term) prior to her wedding night since the wedding -apparently-has already taken place by then? BTW, why are you obsessed with virgins, and virginity? As for Tip on How To Save For Your Wedding; don't have one

Love is a legal drug that is unregulated that can sometimes end in tragedy. Hmmm, write the truth and shame the devil. Love, in my sacred opinion, is the only substance worth abusing (repeatedly if necessary). Love? Doesn't exist. In order to say that love doesn’t exist, you must first acknowledge its existence which you deny. Consequently, you can't argue that it doesn’t exist, for you have already acknowledged its existence. how redundant eh?

So it’s ok for him to of have explored his sexual orientation? Honey a man who is aware of these alternative ways (even if we were to accept them as fact which they are not) then he has no right taking the high moral ground. A sinner cannot point fingers. He should be concentrating on himself because otherwise it is called hypocrisy. Rahima, maandhay I was not advocating that a man before he comes a husband have sexual experience but rather that-prior to being a husband- a man should be knowledgeable about the workings of a womans body (read health/medical journals, google, or talk to a doctor for instance) so that such like the following reaction don't occur; Originally posted by Socod_badne: quote:Originally posted by Nazra: Girls break their virginity by riding horses and doing extreme physical activity. Looooooooooooool! Is this a joke? I hope you get my point.

LOL! I wonder will their husband notice it and wonder what she used get up to. There are other ways dear, apart from the hymen being intact, that can tell whether a girl is a virgin or not; if a girl's husband isn't familiar with these alternative ways, then the girl should be wondering about him. Particularly about his sexual orientation before he met her.

Best Friends 4 Ever, Ma is tidhi.

You're weird.

Today, he is like any other little boy, except for the scar on his stomach. He is smiling, playing eating and loving life. Mansha'allah. Insha'allah when I grow up, I would like to be just like her. God. What a woman! gift tax deductibility status. Donate, donate, and donate.

Women hate everything and nothing.

Good luck dude, and dudette. I hope you guys pass Insha'allah.

Wordetteism: Shit happens unless you're constipated.

Laught Out Loud dheh. Gosh! I almost fell out of my chair. I like Gary.

Sweet! One of my favorite songs. Walking Contradiction Do as I say not as I do because The sh!t's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap and lies are expensive My wallet's fat and so is my head Hit and run and then I'll hit you again I'm a smart *** but I'm playing dumb Standards set and broken all the time Control the chaos behind a gun Call it as I see it even if I was born deaf, blind and dumb Losers winning big on the lottery Rehab rejects still sniffing glue Constant refutation with myself I'm a victim of a catch 22 I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap and lies are expensive My wallet's fat and so is my head Hit and run and then I'll hit you again I'm a smart *** but I'm playing dumb I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right

Friggin' funny.Cracked me up three ways into the weekend.

lol, Oh he gave up, and moved on to, in his opinion, far more greener pastures. As for his political views, we forcefully agree to disagree. Now,the "other one" is unique (it's not a compliment btw). I have learned that with him, it's better to run, and pulverize rather than stomp. Good luck anyway, lol I'm the one in another country.

I have but one rule when it comes to dealing with people;Iila dhaqan sida aad rabtid inaa adhi kuula dhaqmo. It works well for me for I have no wish to win friends, nor influence people (God forbid).

1. I'm a genius 2. I'm in love with myself. 3. My life is like a pocketful of awesome 4. I love this "Graemlin" 5. Now that I know Quruxley is taller than me, I'm disgusted with my height, or rather lack of. (Thank you very much!) I haven't owned 5 cars much less one however, I do drive a car that belongs to me but I don't own it. I don't have any insecurties, I'm a perfect imperfection. Oh. I'm sick and tired of being a teen. Ageism anyone? Good Golly Ms.Molly. Get off my back with that age, and akhli nonsense.

FREEWRITE I'm an introvert, a loner like a noun surrounded by adjectives? it's a simile that lacks sense but do try to make sense of it, this senseless simile for unlike sentences, I never really needed an adjective to define the noun that is I. After all, I know who I'm. A human being I welcome loneliness like a healing palm I have come to know it like a favorite subject loving it, aching for it like a lover's caress in the heat of the night and since I lack foes I never had nor will have much use for friends, imaginary or otherwise I'm, after all, an enemy of compananions; a happy loner

Originally posted by liibaan: K'naan must be on tour again because he'll be at Mount Royal College's Liberty Lounge on Sept 24 in Calgary. He is coming to Edmonton too (or so I've been told) with some other artists whom I have never had the misfortunate of listening to. anyway, I can't wait to see him in action.

Sh!t happens unless you're constipated.

Originally posted by Rahima: You should be careful there , one of them might see this, but then again i suppose it helps that he is half-way across the country . If by "one of them" (how did you manage to know of the the "annihilated" audacious, and unsavory character horta?) you mean those pseudo politicians (whom by the way are half-way across "another" country, Mansha'allah) they know who I have a crush on before I do. They are just that scary.

God. First job: Web page designer (internship) Age: 14 I got the internship through my 8th grade counselor who, after I told her I wanted to become one, contacted her sister's husband who at the time was an owner of this small tech company,and urged or rather in my opinion forced him to hire me for the summer so I could know more about my chosen profession.

How can you accidentally impregnate somebody? I'm quite sure that even sex has an instruction manual to prevent such a disaster. Tame-a-thug? I rather choke-a-thug. I believe that only one woman can tame a man, and that is his mother. If he won't change for the ***** that gave him life then he will most certainly not change for yours. p.s I have a crush, I have a crush! Life is wonderful like gumdrops and lollipops.

^Pucker up buttercup,and kiss the uppercut dheh. Git ER done. Here is my 1 cent; I was naïve and impressionable- mind you I was never that-when I first realized men like to stalk me. Seriously, at first I was delighted for if I was to validate my existence by how men, beautiful men in particular liked following me around unnoticeably in a dark lit area with scant any life forms around then my existence would indeed be irrefutable like I wish it to be at times. Even as I now recall those days of indecent innocence a smile lights up my face like it’s lightened within me as if my organs were a turn switch and my veins were bolts of unformulated electric currents waiting to explode like a volcano prone to eruption without-or with if you are willing to find out- a moments notice. Oh and I do smile so wide I fear my face is bound to crack like a false impression of a concrete that is until I remember that dreadful day when it all came crashing down on me. The man I noticed mostly who liked to unnoticeably stalk me was not who I believed him to be, that is a stalker. At first I couldn’t believe it, for the thought that I might be wrong never occurred to me, I mean how could it Gosh! I watch the lifetime channel. Well, I watched it enough to know he had all the tendencies, and mannerisms of a skilled stalker though I felt slighted at not being his first victim- keep in mind nobody likes to be or be with a sloppy second- I was just happy that I was a victim. My pseudo stalker was actually a modern day Sir Galahad. How do I know this you might be wondering-and if you’re not well ,you are just wasting your time if you read after this sentence. However, I do advise you proceed. Turns out the stalker back when he was in my English class-which he had dropped apparently- had noticed a notebook that I had left behind. A notebook of a blown up picture of me with the term HOT STUFF written across in front off it. He tried to give it to me several times before his former class began but I was never on time for the said class, and he had a class of his own he couldn’t be late to unlike I for he lacked- he observed- my careless attitude toward maintaining good attendance. However, I feel the need to defend myself I don’t have a careless attitude, I could careless but I do have a penchant for disobeying forms of authority which teachers are in my sacred opinion. Disobedience, civil or otherwise, is like a drug I can’t help but want to be addicted to. I don’t have any qualms about admitting that, I’m a frigging addict, and I do boldly embrace this weakness of mine with open and close arms depending on my mood, and the time of the month. Anyway, after he had realized his attempts of being the good Samaritan were futile, he noticed that I left the school around 8:00 pm on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays which was coincidently when he left the premises also. He tried- to no Vail- give me my notebook back but every time he came after me I would walk a little faster even run a little sometimes until I reached my car in which I then keyed the ignition and driven out of the lot with a speed Florence would envy if she was alive today , and her nose or rather her lungs hadn’t succumbed to the pungent smell of death. The moral of this unfinished story is; everybody and nobody is a potential stalker. Due to that fact, the only mysteries I like are the ones found in a book, how can a it be found in a book you might be wondering- or maybe not- well, numbskull that is the mystery. Figure it out.

You need to be spiritual in order to be religious but (sometimes) you don't need to be religious to be spiritual.

Being raised in America, you tend to think of death as an option rather than a certainty, and equate struggle with staying in school, and improving your GPA then you come across stories such as these, -which can be easily ignorable/forgotten since they don’t “directly†have any impact on nor change your life- and see, in depth, how people around the world are suffering, and dying daily. I guess innocence -or rather indifference- can sometimes be a substitute for ignorance. As always, only Allah knows best. May He forgive us all. Aamin.