Originally posted by Baashi: Shez, hold ur horses sis. If you wanna talk about dysfunctional families and how men are the culprits in the family break-ups and what not, fine with moi. Bring it on Qallanjo don't forget having fun at someone's expense is a 2-way street aight No, I don't want to talk about dysfunctional families. I know it's a two-way street, nobody stopping you going down it if u like. I haven't made laughable comments like 'major shortcoming' in relation to a woman not being able to put on a feast for her man's posse. But if I do say stuff like that feel free to howl and poke fun.

^ragaba waa la dirta but that's another story. Smiley faces get in the way of words bro, must everything be pictorial? I despair. (Insert theatrical smiley here)

Originally posted by Zafir: Baashi, don’t even dignify these responses with an answer. I am flabbergasted, looks like yawl ladies have your heads somewhere else for it clearly wasn’t the man implied. Qofba meeshii bukta baa butaacda I suppose. It was a lil fun at his expense. Yaa ku dirtay? Butaac somewhere else.

Originally posted by Baashi: This essential skill is what makes a home a real home. So THAT'S why so many Somali men leave. They know they're not contributing anyway. The women have it covered just by knowing how to cook. Gotchya. Who needs Freud? As for me I lost the little skill I had in that department ever since the day I became a workaholic trying to take care my family. I know how to barbeque though. It comes handy when camping. If you go down to the woods today, You're sure to hear a big excuse. If you go down to the woods today, You'd better take something for the oouuccs. For every Faarax that ever there was Will gather there for certain because Today's the day the Faaraxs have their picnic.

Miserable.

^Do u have a food fetish? Lol u DID register with a single parent's website! Animal Farm, thanks for the recipe- looks like everything but the kitchen sink!

Look at everything on your list and if u're doing nothing to achieve it currently then forget about it. Using far-off deadlines encourages procrastination and fools u into believing u've failed once u get there and believe u me u'll get there- 30, 40,50- sooner than you think. There are three things on my list- one appeared today. They have no 'one-day' deadlines. Only one I am doing something about- signed up to a course to meet like-minded people. The one that appeared today I am completely at a loss as how to go about. The final one is trying to get some of my writing published. For months I have known about a publication deadline for a story, I told myself I had months, write later. Now it's 3 weeks away. WaterLily if u are serious, may be u and I can be the pain in one another's backsides and harass each other into actually sending in work for consideration. What do u think? I have lots of links, literary magazines, ezines that are looking for work to publish. Let me know if u want them and I'll dig them out.

^speaking of 'misinformed kind knowledge', Shakespeare did it.

^ Use a little oil or butter(this will coat the rice) Use a shallow dish Use a 2 to 1 ratio(water:rice) Add boiling water and salt to coated rice Stir once- this is crucial, stirring releases starch which makes the rice sticky Put lid on Keep heat low Resist urge to remove lid(releases steam) for about 15 minutes Et voila. What's Djboutian street food? Yum.

Originally posted by Zaki: dhawanayning.... :cool: Somglish. I like. Welcome.

^strange cause it's not the expected but do u like it? U'd have to have some confidence to wear it, if it weren't a trend. U'd stick out but if it looked good on you why not?

Originally posted by Dabshid: Freaks,Would never associate with these kinda people. damm scary. But having vision seconds before something happen, i read some where that is cuz there is a lagtime between right and left side of the brain, one side processes faster than the other , and stores in memory, then u see it thinking u already seen this before. Been called freak, witch, gifted, connected, psychic. I like freak best. Interesting though the lag time theory is I don't think it explains my experience. I know when I have a vision that it's in my head and I'm concious of what is really happening(not the vision). I also don't always know if it's my imagination or a vision of what's to come, sometimes if it's intense I'm sure. Several seconds, minutes, days later it may actually happen. It never ceases to amaze me. Any other freaks in the house?

Visions mostly- like a mini movie in my head, which would happen in real life minutes sometimes days later. A couple of dreams, seeing an earthquake, waking up in the morning to find one had taken place whilst I was asleep. Mostly it's visions, I have less of them now. I prayed for them to go away. How does your mother feel about her 'ability'? I call it knowledge cause I can't explain it better than that. And nobody believes it until they see it in action for themselves. Then they really want to be your friend. I have had to fight off a couple of friends who after being part of an experiment to once and for all prove or disprove my ability were so convinced that for weeks they called me to find out what I saw, what I felt, what I knew. I refused point blank and have never again tested myself. That experiment scared me witless. shiver

^umhm, u said it, the smaller the dog the worse the attitude. Would u like to volunteer and help dig out and bury the dead of the Indonesian earthquake? Your morbid fascination might disappear if u place yourself outside the situational neutrality of a morgue but u'll be doing something reward-worthy.

^not sure about the pose but I like!

Once upon a time in a call centre during Ramadan. What a hell hole that was. They said we could read when not on a call but we were almost always on a call. I nearly lost my voice and my sanity. One 10/15 minute break in a 5 hour shift. I snuck away to the first aid room one day to pray Asr. Half way through, the crazy supervisor barges in- she must have followed me- and starts shouting at me. The longer I kept quiet, the louder she ranted, when I went into rukuuc she bent down and barked, when I went into sujuud, yup there she was in my ear and face. Two raqacas of Sergeant Major shouting and I finally finish. Calmy I tell her I was praying and it had taken just as long as a toilet break had, could she stop shouting please. She marched after me like a terrier at my heels and for the rest of the shift pointed fingers at me and whispered to the other witches. Wretched people, wretched place. How I wished damnation upon her. After breaking my fast.

The heart has to get it- that it's not gonna happen. The head gets it before the heart, the heart just has to blo*dy catch up and move on. It's indulgent and a waste of time, qof kuu jeedin wax kuu ma tarayo.

Originally posted by Viking: - Grilled salmon, boiled potatoes, lobster sauce, veggies and a good sallad Someone's being spoiled.

Cooking for a special occ. or when there's time is great, every day cooking for half the clan and their mates most certainly is not. Those were not the days. I tried to make khamiir/mandazi/whatever-they-call-it-in-your-neck-of-the-woods a few days ago for a cousin. Last week, when I made some for myself, it turned out fabulous. In my eagerness to make it extra nice for her I said and I quote, 'Sonkorta ku badi. Ha nixin.' and proceeded to demonstrate with vigour. I knew it was going to be bad from the consistency of the dough yet I persevered and built up the anticipation. We were both hungry and craving complex carbohydrate. The show had to go on. When it came to frying, it swallowed the oil like nobody's business, when it came to eating it crumbled all over the couch. I apologised the rest of the night and the following day. By midnight there was grease floating back up my oesophagus. She said it was nice, she even had it for breakfast the following day- unbeknownst to be. Absolutely clueless, that's how I like 'em. I find cooking satisfying but I'm mostly too lazy to be engaging in it. If u're going to cook for someone however special, keep to something u know best. If u know nothing, u don't deserve someone special.

LoL. Qarxis of a royal variety.

Indulging in unrequited love is a self-sadistic pursuit. OouuCC of the worst kind.

^Hoping heaven won't be hot, actually! It's a pain finding anything suitable to wear let alone something that suits u as an individual. Anybody know any good tailors, and I mean good not the kind that can sew a dirac together on an old Singer sewing machine and voila they're a good tailor?

Hey, when it comes to life or death, u have to tell it like it crudely is. They're considering putting gruesome pictures on cigarette packs in the UK. Appraently, the 'SMOKING KILLS' and other verbal warnings have lost their zing. The pickled lungs had me out in goosebumps. article

Originally posted by Dabshid: I remember once a couple could not wait for the results, and went to another Sheik , unofficial to prepare the Meher. Q**q kills.

^I wouldn't accept material favours or exchanges from any man, least of all a Sultan with a penchant for virgin blood. There's cheap and then there's fake Burberry-esque cheap.