Playmaker, eat crow dude. OSU has one of the most astounding defenses I have ever seen; these guys literally proved the reason why they're # 1. I was amazed; I was in awe. I wasn't even worried about them losing at all, that is just how much confidence I had in this team. It just seemed like everything went according to the playbook. The rushes, the sack, the TDs. My god, that was just beautiful. But you're right, Michigan is a great team also. After all, they lost to the # 1 nationally ranked team by only 3 pts. I can't wait for the Rose Bowl. Now, the Huskies have a 3 pt. lead (from 28-17 to 28-25 and that 69 yrd. to catch. OMG, dude!) but it's okay. The cougs are coming back with the help of the hometown spirit and dammit, my boys are playing beautifully despite the mistakes they made in the 3rd QT. 7: 01 pm: F!ck. The huskies just scored a TD. The score is now 35-25 (99 yds.). I think I'm going to go and throw up. and they just had a sack. :mad: 7:12 pm: Oh shidh. Touchdown Cougs. 35-32 baby. 6 minutes to go. 7:18 pm: The Huskies won the 99 rendition of the Apple Cup. (35-32) At least on the brightside, the apple cup is back in Seattle.

I pick OSU for the simple reason that the Buckeyes are undefeated and of course, one of my favorite people in the world is an alumni at OSU. But I'm concerned more about the Apple Cup; I hope the Cougs. crush the Huskies. As for the NFL. The hawks won, yet again, on sunday so I'm in a pretty festive mood.

Loooooooooooooooool.

Originally posted by NGONGE: quote:Originally posted by AYOUB_SHEIKH: What "was" your "highest" moment? Did you not see the big smile after the words 'the mum gave us her room'? Lool. My darkest day was losing my awoowe whom I hadn't seen for 16 years. I always thought I'd see him again but c'est la vie. The happiest day? Too many choices, not enough space.

^The negative is a positive and the positive is a negative these days, walaal. Kudos to him and her.

I couldn't help it, that was pretty funny.

The ugly: You already have.

Looooooooooooooooool@ Devilange. The Good: You were elected president.

lool@Wrestling. Ew. please, don't remind me. I loved it, loved it, loved it especially the Pamela anderson bit. It pushed the envelope without being overwhelming.

The hijab is seen as constraints of sorts so I think the picture is supposed to symbolise throwing your inhibitions away and not being afraid to be different. Or it could have something to do with her childhood and how she became a writer. Maybe, it's to show young girl what they could amount to or someone they could look up to.

What in tarnation is "africaness?"

He expressed his disgust at the way Borat ridicules the Jews in the film and questioned the Jewish beliefs that would produce such a disloyal follower! Looooooooool. OMG

^ . Congrats dudette.

Mansha'allah. I'm deeply moved

It's not really hard to believe; maltose (the sugar used to ferment alcohol) tends to stick to fat cells. Keep in mind also that alcohol doesn't dissolve in the fat tissues. So the more alcohol you drink, the more this sugar component accumulates in your lipid cells: the more weight you gain. (combine that with stress and depression...)

@Hyphy. Even on SOL. Oh God, there is really no escaping it.

I believe some people would classify it as borderline paranoia.

I believe the question should of have been: Are African-Americans prejudice?. We can't be racist toward one another; after all we are of the same race dear. (Lightbulb?) But unlike those that posted before me, I can sympathize with you. I had my fair share of struggles with "BeBe's kids" but that was back in elementary and high school. At some point, you'll have to stop paying attention to it; develop a tougher hide walaal.

Pierre reminds me of Carlos Mencia, a polite version actually. Which group am I in ina adeer?

^I disagree but it was an entertaining read. You can deal with a deaf/blind individual knowing that they have a disabilty, but Somali girls dont have any, they are naturally slow. Looooooooooooooooool@naturally slow.

^There is no such thing (Someone?) as Mr.Right; there is however Mr. Almost Right or Just plain wrong. If you believe otherwise you are deluding yourself. B.T.W Newsflash: The heart is a muscle, it can't break. They have been lying to you, I tell ya.

It's not like a club. It's a club. End of story.

Love is a lot like playing Hide and Seek; one minute you are "IT" and you are doing all the chasing ina adeer while he hides and vice versa. Normally, many would advise you to be patient or that it's just a passing fluke but it's not. A 5 year relationship is like doing time (Time as in life with no possibility of parole). Explore your options, you are like what 20 (?) focus on yourself and future; you are young, healthy and in the prime of your life. Enjoy it. Move on. ****************HOLD UP************************ He was with you for 5 years just to get some :confused: Okay. Now I have read everything.

Her warning: I was once was young too Like you two my grandsons Naïve and folly were my favorite companions As were arrogance and pride We never truly parted ways With each turn of age’s clock They have just learned to be silent And I have grown to be louder than they So I now sit in front of you An Old lady. I have no wealth No camels to tend to I have birthed all I can And you two, Of my fruits you were born I’m weak as a newborn I can’t lie, I’m weak I have no strenght No will, I'm frail And this I shall be Until I last draw breathe.

No? Just Say no, the sign above the stranger’s head read. My reaction as usual was laughter. I laughed not because I was amused but I was thinking about how easy life would be if it were only that simple. How easier it would be to deal with people if the mere uttering of a single syllable was to extract an expected result. Unfortunately, it’s not. And no one know this better than rape victims. No one knows this better than my friend and unless you have been in her situation you’ll never know. It’s an unimaginable knowledge, which can’t be acquired by any other means but experience. It’s like an induction of sorts; a club which its members must all go through the same process, a process of defilement. Of pleas being ignored, unheard like an echo in the monsoon winds; limbs being paralyzed. To this very moment, I still can’t picture myself being defiled in such a fashion. I haven’t even mustered the courage to try to conjure the necessary image. As an imaginable it’s for me, for her it was once a reality. I felt helpless even as I watched her struggle to breath. Struggle to gather the strength to continue her story about her rape. “Ifrah,†she began. “Abaayo, I just wanted to die. I prayed to die.†And truthfully so did I at that moment. I knew that nothing I did would erase such ugliness from her: and nothing hurt as much as realizing I was incapable of helping her. There it was again, that feeling of inadequacy, my irrational fear. It all started when I was four, on a night much like any other contradictory Mogadishu nigh, humid and intolerably cool. As my mother was giving my brothers and I our nightly bath, our house was bombarded with bullets from all sides. Even as I write this, I remember that night clearly as if was just a day ago, my mother’s frantic voice telling us to get down and crawl to a hiding place, while she held my month old brother against her breast, murmuring under her breath incoherent prayers for our safety. I even remember as she berated herself for refusing my father’s offer to take a leave from his job in a nearby city, so that he could be with us, under such a time when distrust and hate filled the air of the capital city with its foul stench. A stench that is still present in Somalia to this day. A stench I haven’t smelled since that night. The night I couldn’t save my best friend from being killed, as she screamed No. Screamed for the help I couldn’t provide. Inadequate. What an ugly word. Rapist. What an ugly noun. I sat in the dentist office, looking around anywhere else but at the sign, wishing to just escape from the bleakness of my mind. Wishing to forget the memories of times past. I was drawn to it again and I found myself getting mad as I read it. She said No. I wanted to scream, but like an lie, it lost its meaning. They both said No. They were both taken against their will as they screamed the word. Raped and murdered, their pleas falling on deaf ears. So no, Sir. Apparently, just saying No is not enough; it’s inadequate like me.