Tonight my passions lie buried beneath the snow Like the grass under its blanket, too tired to grow The same grass that was beautiful, not long ago Once again it will rest in the cold white winter’s glow The coldness of the winter has its own beauty though All the living things will rest in the white winter’s snow As sure as my passions rest in reason, I just know That the seasons of my life will surely come and go For in the fall, my summer’s passions have started to mold But like the earth, I am purified by the winter’s cold So that new life, can grow within me, in my spring so bold And seasons run their cycle in my life, as I grow old I guess it is true, winter has its sting But each winter is followed by a spring Each spring offers, new life and new hope, to everything Winter is to the spring as the night is to the morning In the winter of my life when I take my last breath The time when the earth reclaims my life, and limbs in death I will leave my passions buried deep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep

^^ ...bisinka cyber dhag dheer aa?? are you mad, I'm one of those people you would love to have as an aunty now pass me the subug and sonkor

^^^ ...you're not fooling anyone hun, I bet you're making cooing sounds behind your screen to the rest....those babies look adorable, i feel like cutting off those rosy cheeks and eating them just about RIGHT NOW!

I thought this was too adorable not to pass on

Loool..! I have to ask you this, do you know this from personal experience of Brown's tactics..? thank god no, nor do I want to be at the recieving end of his die hard shukaansi antics...he's nicknamed one girl Lemon already, I shudder at to think what he would think of next. HeHeHe. Are you hitting on me? lol you wish...I don't think your poor confused heart could handle it, so keep it at customer services girls --------------------- I don't believe in emails. I'm an old fashioned girl. I prefer calling and hanging up

^^ bisinka...who to say you will reach 60 for that matters, you might be put out of your misery before that soomaalida meel humour looga baahneen maxee humour oga raadiyaan talow :rolleyes: Thanks for sharing BOB, when reading that, it wasn't about how old they got. For me it was about the dedication and commitment it required for them to reach 81 years of marriage. Masha Allah ------------------ I don't believe in emails. I'm an old fashioned girl. I believe in calling and hanging up

chatting up a customer service girl kulaha :rolleyes: ....i bet you couldn't chat the socks of a blind granny wax kale iska dhaaf mister...stop biggin' yourself up Didn't mean to ruin your fantasy, but someone has got to get you down from lala land P.S. talk about a misleading topic name, I actually thought you had outdone yourself once and had actually something important to say...never will i be so naive again

nuune i know its not very hard, but why write it down if i've got you to do it for me laakin seriously thanx a BUNCH (plus for the link)

Hi, it's me again Has anyone posted the lyrics to Alam Dheh by Cabdul Jabaar? ( I didn't have the time to go through all these pages) If not, does anyone know the lyrics to it? Much appreciated if you could pm it to me or post it here

most of those products contain meat that is not halal, so I wouldn't think twice about buying them anyhow. nevertheless, thanks for posting the link, good to know right. -------------------- I don't believe in emails. I'm an old fashioned girl. I believe in calling and hanging up

*Diamante* the moral of the topic is, if you have been living in UK for all this time don't you think that it's time to move on and unleash the real nomad that live in all of us. Life is too short to spend on one place especially when that place happens to be a tiny island by the name of England? Bob I unleash the real nomad in me every summer, when I go and explore the world in 42 days, the adventures I experience each time are breath taking....indiana jones has got nothing on me But on a serious note, I wouldn't want to move too much, Soomaalida are too transitional for me as it is, and for me to go and join the trekking is too much for my poor feet. Since I was little I was prone to my parents wanting to move to new countries and I have seen a fair share of them and it was enough for me to decide that I'd rather grow my roots in one place. So if it's dreary England, then so be it! Hope that answers your questions mister. Peace P.S. Life is indeed too short to spend in one place, so I make up for it by going different places in the summer holidays. It might not be the same as actually living there, but it does have the same effect, which is you come back feeling REFRESHED! -------------------- I don't believe in emails. I'm an old fashioned girl. I prefer calling and hanging up

The thing about the UK is ppl always mean to leave but something always keeps them here innit...i like it like that too As for the quiz...I'm afraid it's a yes on most of them. You don't even bother looking out of the window when you get up in the morning to check what the day is like. You know it is overcast true...we have the most pathetic wheather You don't think twice about buying a packaged sandwich now that is not true, those packaged sandwhiches are gross You think 40 quid for a haircut is quite reasonable its is though ...the things they do with your hair is wicked You are on to your 6th umbrella and your second overcoat don't know about overcoat but umbrella's....if i got a pound for each one that i've lost, i would've been richer than the queen You have given up complaining about the Victorian-like banking services offered in the UK it's absolutely disgusting and they expect you to put up with it You have given up explaining why you are half an hour late to work as no-one notices or even cares. In fact - you may even join the one hour gossip session around the coffee machine before booting up your computer. this one is totally ME...i've stopped showing on time and having normal lunchbreaks in November (hope my boss doesn't read this) Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go and put the kettle on

the last educational institution i went to was full of Soomaali, which is something i never wanna experience again. talk about distraction, the girls showed up looking like they were going to some next Joe concert and the guys like they were going to the local merfish....sayings like "shawty", "let me pop that booty" :confused: and "go daddy" were flying left and right a scene straight from a fifty cents song...and the gossips...stories were conjured up from thin air... on the whole it was quite an experience but one i could've done without, so to the rest; you might want to think twice what you wish for...then again that was MY experience, who says it will be yours? Peace -------------------- I don't believe in emails. I'm an old fashioned girl. I prefer calling and hanging up

Posted by Shehrazade: Any opportunity to draw blood. SOL is turning into an online Transalvania. couldn't agree more, ppl need to chill :cool: P.S. the articles are interesting, i've always wondered why the chinese had so small feet, guess now i know...

Action J...kindly remove the second link...acuudu bilaah it's :eek: as for the fight...it was quite boring, i've seen deadlier ones

Rarely do we receive a chain letter I feel compelled to pass on, but under the circumstances.... President Bush has asked that we unite for a common cause. Since the Taliban cannot stand nudity, and consider it a sin to see a naked woman that is not their wife, tomorrow night at 7:00 all peace-loving women between the ages of 21 & 35 are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists. Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this anti-terrorist effort. All men should position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their house to prove they think it's ok to see other women nude. (A cold six-pack at your side is further proof of your anti-Taliban sentiment.) And to do my part, I'm buying stickers for all women who participate. Stop by my house so I can put the sticker on you to show you helped! Names and addresses of non- participants should be sent to CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia. The United States and Canada appreciate your efforts and applaud you!

What a dull life must it be I don’t understand how could ever he In his own thoughts be so lost And so unaffected by inflation costs? He would stare at the green trees And wake up early just to watch the sunrise He would write verses on the ‘TENDER’ breeze And a whole thesis on his lover’s eyes. Gifted with an abstract, absurd and an absent mind He is indeed an exception to human kind. In springtime his mind would bloom And in the barren autumn he would gloom He would lament for no apparent reason As if it’s some big deal- ‘the change of season’! He would watch the sun reflect upon the stream And amazingly also feel content He’s so unaware of the world around him I doubt if he even remembers the name of the current president! Never on earth, another person you would find, With something as crazy as a poet’s mind. In a gathering when others are looking to flirt He would narrate how it saddens his heart To see humans forget humanity, in search of glory As if anyone was interested in his boring philosophical story. The busy city life he doesn’t seek And hates the industries for the dust and sound With a nostalgic heart, he’d speak Of how once everything was green and serene all around. Now all doubts are erased from the mind A poet is indeed an exception to human kind.

^^ Girlfriend lemme grab a chair dee, this can only be discussed under a cup of shaah Those bath bombs are THA BOMB...seriously, they are divine! They're tingly feeling and their smell...it's just heavenly, what can I say. Try Summer Blues on a especially cold winter night, you'll be saying "winter blues who?" As for their Fragrances, the Karma Dusting powder is oh la la, powder it on and strut your stuff while a night out on the town, heads will be doing a 360 degree turn....Because you're worth it So anyway I think I might stop here or I'll be launching a advertising campaign for them. As for mr Brown...Don't worry, I have changed my mind and decided not to waist my well-oiled mower on that bush you're sporting on your back. There's only so much I can take....wah

aww shucks....they have come to their senses come on, humour a girl...get this thing off the road again

because I know when we unite we will form a deadly tide. that last line is powerful...I really hope that we will be a united front one day. Bob, what can I say...your pieces are just inspiring

^^ LOL @ GnP I used to be crazy about that song, and then I heard the remake Brandy did...and that was the end of a blissfully pretentious admiration for B'adams Congrats to Brandy for shattering any love I had for that song, may she continue to wail and weep for ever more

^when you are finished with your waxing, can i use the left overs? I look like a caveman and i could use some waxing on my back. You could also give me a hand.(I have a funny feeling you could enjoy torturing a man.) NO? am pusshing it? You're a funny man. Did you say you look like a caveman? I don't think waxing will do the trick in that case, maybe you should lie under my grass mower for couple of days Coming back to the topic You should give the Lush facial range a go. Herbalism - which is a facial wash, it's a scrub and exfoliator too. Imperialis - which is moisturiser, ideal if your face tends to get dry but then again oily too. Cupcake Face Mask - which is a delicious face mask, literally. It calms the pores and gives this fresh tingly feeling afterwards. A perfect remedy for after a day of work, or school

^^ and here is me thinking I was the only they got an issue with when it comes to my choice of footwear :rolleyes: oh...when I think about all the times when I had a chance to do something painful with my stilleto's....

It's sad, but what can you expect nowadays. She had couple of things going against her, she was white, and a reporter. People get killed for less. A while ago, my friends dad went to Somalia and on a given day, as he was walking the streets of Mogodisho, a young rebel stepped up to him wanting his mobile phone. He had him at guns range and was going to shoot him if he didn't hand over the phone. My friend's father ofcourse refused, thinking that bystanders were going to come to his rescue. He ended up with his mobile phone gone and a shot in the leg. He is fine, thank Allah, but it could've been worse, he could've been killed. For a mobile phone. Sad

HeHe. You were not by any chance wearing knee high boots were you? Oh yes ofcourse I was, I was going for that whole Julia-Roberts-Pretty-Woman look