^u're supposed to whisk her away not bless her with a new skill. London rocks. Haters. :rolleyes:

^Lol. Sowwy.I never bought the stuff for myself. I think it was a gift to my sister. Somehow it's been in my company for the last couple of years- I doubt it smells like it should anymore. I either stole it or she gave it to me or it chose to be with an ungrateful user, the foolish scent. U can have it and its body lotion too. It's too Little House On the Friggin Praire for me.

A Seat at the Table In addition to greater international attention on their plight in exile, Thailand’s growing community of Burmese Muslims wants a voice in the political future of their country. In October 2005 report documenting the Burmese junta’s steady assault on its Muslim minority, titled “Myanmar’s [burma’s] Muslims: Oppressed of the Oppressed,†draws the following conclusion: “Caught between non-recognition as victims of religious hatred and violence by those countries who have brought sanction against Myanmar, and ignored by supposed co-religionist governments who have gone so far as to support the junta, even with arms, the Muslims of Myanmar hold the unenviable position of being oppressed even in some cases by the oppressed.†Released by the UK-based Islamic Human Rights Commission, the report focuses primarily on the Muslim Rohingyas of Arakan State, who have fled oppression in the hundreds of thousands across the country’s western border with Bangladesh. Junta aggression in Karen and Mon states, however, has also produced significant Muslim refugee populations, as whole communities have fled across the Thai-Burma border to Mae Sot. article

Blessed, good to smell you around. I'm bored with all my old scents, except for Chanel Chance. I don't know what to do with my neglected perfumes. Give them away I suppose. Last night I sprayed my pillow with Gucci Envy. I've had it for so long and rarely use it on myself- it smells worse on me. It might become my air and linen freshner at this rate. Who wants it? The flowery notes are getting on my nerves.

4am. Ajmer station, India- the 8th wonder of the world: a giant urinal.

I will never forget the dirty git who asked for the time and then a sexual favour(I assume it was a favour since no mention of money was made). Any excuse to harass or assault. Go with your instincts. Always.

Shoot, thought it was a rugby post. It wasn't, phew! Black seed an aphrodisiac? It's all in your head, boys. I'll never be able to look at it in the same way again. Gotta ruin everything, u men. OUUUC.

In areas of London with a significant Asian community, the hospitals' policy is not to reveal the gender of a foetus to its parents(of any race).

^Thanks, Lady Perfumalot.

I meant a perfume but that works too!

I need something light for the morning commute. I escape to my wrist when it gets smelly. Any suggestions ladies?

^at least the women are active.

Japan gets cold, X. I'm dreaming of a quick trip to Tunisia. Allah willing I'll get there soon.

I get asked a lot but not by people who touch me. I don't like wearing watches much so usually I apologise and they walk away. If I need to know what time it is and I don't have a means of knowing I look at other peoples' wrists. Works a treat. A trick I learned while bored at school; sitting in the front it was difficult to get away with sneaking a look at the wrist. His touching you is what freaked you out. I'd say each situation is unique but if ur internal alarm system is screaming alert, go with it and to hell with his feelings.

Aww at the baby Eww at the American dream sentiment

Kash, it'll be difficult for u to debate if u take a dislike to everybody u disagree with. Xiin, who are these many people who harbour animosity towards the verses? Or how many even? U see mountains where I see mole hills.

I'm with CW on this. I don't really give a hoot what others do or wear but when I walk down the street and I see Somali women wearing jilbaab's made of the most uncomfortable materials and garish colours I blush. Who spread the word that u have to look like u've given up on yourself to be modest? To make it worse, many I have come across see any other form of covering up as less and sometimes even qawanaan! Even my mother tells me some do not return her salaam. I guess I got that from her. Subxaanallah. I think Somalis learn more by word of mouth and don't spend enough time reading for themselves, digesting and questioning. I keep hearing: so-and-so Sheikh said. I talked with a girl I barely know recently and she quoted me two hadith re women that I found objectionable and I was pretty certain weren't saxiix. She'd heard one being quoted by a respected sheikh(her words) and seen the other in a book. I had skimmed through that book myself, had found it patronising and some of the hadiths unfamiliar. I advised her to be careful when reading books and listening to talks on women. I had read and heard fictitious and weak hadiths being used to convince women to behave in certain ways. I have looked up the hadiths since and they are both weak. Now I have to find her somehow and tell her to drop them out of her repertoire; she was trying to convince me I felt to accept the interpretations of those two hadith and when I refused to do so(based on my knowledge of Islam and how those hadiths conflicted or contradicted with what I already knew), she tried to find something that I would agree with that Islam expected of women. I could not understand why she was so eager to convince me to accept as though I needed subduing. She didn't know if the hadiths were authentic or not. I told her not to repeat hadiths she wasn't sure of. Er, back to the adopted topic. There's a grimness I hear and see when many Somali women talk of what is expected of them. What happened to hope and beauty? The jilbaab as worn by Somali women has a lot more hiding under it than flesh. P.S: don't bother getting your hijab's, jilbaab's, caps in a twist.

I'm glad to see the back of it. 75% of it was blah.

Thank you, J for your lovely duca. It IS a girl. She's gorgeous, mashallah and will be in the local papers.

11:35pm, New Year's Eve. My friend's left for the hospital to have a baby. AAAAAAAH. I have to leave. Do I have to? Gulp. Say a lil prayer for my friend, it's her first and my second birth(as a witness getting hand crushed). My palms are sweaty. Breathe, breathe, Sheh. Here's hoping it's a GIRL!!!! And that it's a safe, healthy baby and delivery. Gulp. Ya Allah.

I've almost outgrown music so Nihal and whoever are not part of my routine. Bollywood fell out of my favour when I saw how completely unspontaneous and closed the people are- it's everything the society is not, escapism I suppose. I barely got smiled at. I left India having dropped the habit myself. It reappeared when I flew out of the country, looked out the window and saw the perfect, perfect, now battered Sri Lanka. It was an exquisite sight, a green pearl-drop fringed with white. The Taj like they won't show it on the brochures:

Originally posted by STOIC: All I will need to do is come in the middle of the night and take my wife with me. THE quote of 2005.

Should I? What the hell. Nosy bee gets busy with the pu$$y There.

Originally posted by Supuu: Its always painful the first time. You really have to get use to it. Kixkix. School days were the best.

Different prisoner's uniform, same ball and chains.