Originally posted by WingA: There are alot ppl in this forum who dont know a thing about football, i swear sometimes i laugh out loud to some comments.. i think BOB is only creditable guy here and i respect he's views 100% but the rest pls keep the comedy skecth rolling.. As for today's 1-0 lose to chelsea, i think without a shadow of a doubt we played better considering united had 3 starters out injuried and i look forward to the return leg at old trafford.. United have a good chance of winning the title for the forth year running and i dont need to convince anyone why and how.. I hope arsenal beat liverpool, man city, chelsea and spurs again on their return legs too.. lool.. bless.. You've lost three games already, saaxib (one against lowly Burnly). In your last SIX away games against the top four sides you only managed ONE point. Your team relies on one striker (Rooney) and the efforts of a 36 year old Giggs. Your defenders have been found out ever since Torres showed everyone how to intimidate them. Your subs are not of the quality of any other top teams (discounting Liverpool). All these are facts (comedy or not). This title is for Chelsea to lose really. And, if they do mess it up in January then anyone (including Liverpool) can win it. Disclaimer: I exclude Arsenal from the 'anyone can win it comment'. They are still too soft in the middle and one can not judge their title chances positively until January at the earliest (we've been here the last two seasons you see and they looked good both times only to turn into a bunch of girls when the winter months kicked in).

Serenity, just tell yourself it's the type of day today is. Dull and depressing. Look at Juxa moaning there? Look at CL? Even Ibti was hating Somalis. I am convinced is to do with the day itself.

Serenity had that signature for a long time now and I still have no idea what it means.

Don't get ahead of yourself there, Serenity. I believe the actual 'request' was for me.

^^ I booked it already. If you're lucky, I may use one of my two other days for the 27th.

^^ Or maybe I just crashed.

There was someone pretending to be me in there. I tried to type something in protest but the dark powers that control all chat rooms prevented me from doing so.

Ibti, we start in Jan and have to use our holiday within the year. So Eid is not on Sunday? Lets hope it's Saturday.

^^ Planning to log in with A&T's name and post endless wacdi? Good idea.

CL Juxa, look on the bright side. At least it isn't a sunny day outside. Talking of which, I am thinking of taking the afternoon off but I am not sure if I should waste the day. It's the sixth of November and I have three and a half days holiday left. I should take today off, shouldn't I? This will leave me with three days for two months (less than two if we take the crimbo period into account). If Eid should fall on a Sunday, I also will not have to take a day off. Maxan la fakaraya? War I'm off in an hour.

^^ Morning meri piyaar. Kii saa hay? Hum bilkol at cha hay.

^^ Dee Geel jiroho offside buu aha?

It's Friday, we know why Lily might be happy. But god only knows why our resident 'teenager' is. Salaam Juxa & Sayid. Ibti is not here so it must be her you're gossiping about. Haye, what did she do now?

Originally posted by Geel_jire: Abtiyow if this story has a grain of truth to it. there is something very wrong with shamso for discussing her previous sex life with the wadaad something wrong with the wadaad for indulging the conversation and repeating to you and your friends and finally for you sharing it with us. She did it in similies and metaphors. The wadaad also did it the same way. She was looking for a husband. The wadaad told a story to a table full of men. Adigu lakin waliga wax ma fahmaysid. Maxa Geel Jire kubbad baray...

Originally posted by Blessed.*: LOL@ the picture, shouldn't the women be behind her. confused.com Cawke is mixing up two stories there. The picture is not from Bahrin and has nothing to do with this story (I think).

I'm not sure many of you born in Somalia or the young ones who were born in the 90s ever watched the show. Ok, I know the 'Somali' ones watched the Arabic version with Nocmaan and the like. Anyway, for the rest of you..lets sing... Sunny day... sweepin' the clouds away, on my way to where the air is sweet... Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street? Come and play, everything's a-okay. Friendly neighbors there, that's where we meet Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street? It's a magic carpet ride... every door will open wide to happy people like you, happy people like, what a beautiful Sunny day... sweepin' the clouds away, on my way to where the air is sweet... Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street...? how to get to Sesame Street... how to get to Sesame Street...

*** Space for rent ****

^^ I was thinking 'Marry The Mistress' but I don't think many Westerners would admit to having a mistress to start with. Then I thought 'The Pull-A-Gem Club' but thought that is all about the early courting process. I think the only one that would work is 'The Harem Club'. It sounds exotic (therefore not dirty) and does it exactly what it says on the tin.

^^ I think there is some money to be made here.

From The Times November 4, 2009 All that polygamy needs is a better name Egotistical, aggressive, unfaithful and unable to control their libidos: that’s men Leo Lewis There’s no escaping it: polygamy has an image crisis. Try as it might, it cannot help sounding barbaric and biblical. A big part of the problem — beyond the twinge of human rights abuse — is the word itself: it’s just too clinical to convey any real sense of fun. The adjective in particular has a veterinary tone that rips all residual appeal from the whole idea (as in, “I’m sorry, guv, the flock’ll have to be culled — you can see by their festering hooves that half of them have already turned polygamous”). Even the addition of a jaunty prefix to make it “roly-poly-gamy” fails to haul the concept of “one man, multiple mothers-in-law” from either the Dark Ages or Utah. What polygamy needs, especially in the sultry heat of Malaysia and Indonesia, is an ice-cool rebranding. Strip “polygamy” from the dictionaries and give the noble old institution that served Solomon and Krishna so well a swish, net-ready handle for the digital 21st century. Something along the lines of H@rem, Maxi-Nup or iWed6.0 should do the trick. Here on the Equator, the debate about polygamy’s future is exactly the sort of domestic ding-dong I imagine breakfast to be like in a polygamous household: a lot of righteous, cliquey screaming as the toast quietly burns in the corner. But as the debate slowly unfolds, we should end up with two useful things: a view on where mainstream public opinion in the world’s largest population of Muslims is tending and a dollop of loony rhetoric from a part of the world where it’s always too hot to think straight. The latest twist came earlier this week with the creation of a jolly crew in Jakarta calling itself the Men’s Coalition against Polygamy. It joins an alliance of enraged housewives and other snarling activists who see Indonesia’s marriage laws, which allow men to have multiple wives, as unbalanced and a recipe for domestic violence. That line, though, is not the coalition’s central argument: their rather flimsy charge is that the existence of polygamy “labels men as egotistical, aggressive, unfaithful and unable to control their libidos”. Maybe so, but most of us merrily tick all those boxes by simply sitting in the boozer, watching the football, bellowing at the ref and chatting up the barmaid. The creation of the Men’s Coalition against Polygamy is a direct response to the emergence last month of the Bandung chapter of the Global Ikhwan, or Polygamy Club — an originally Malaysian group chaired by a woman and dedicated to evangelising “the beautiful side of polygamy”. The most impressive feature of this weird guild is the traction it has achieved in Malaysian politics. Taking its cue from the manifesto of the Polygamy Club, a legislator in the northeastern state of Kelantan has formally proposed that MPs help to reduce the country’s (very limited) ranks of single mothers by marrying lots of them. Prizes should be awarded, she said, for politicians who wed their way to a large, socially responsible “quota” of wives and pay for their children to be educated. It’s a brilliant plan, sure to be embraced heartily by male MPs in Britain as soon as they get wind of it. The benefits are obvious: a half-dozen wives a mere handclap away, and an expenses labyrinth that God himself could never unravel.

A&T, I think Xiin oohin buu nago wali laha about the guy who were arrested if you didn't happen to support them, saaxib. (horta what did you do to him?). As for the above, dee you let Che (and Paragon) down.

^^ It's your fault. Ya kugo yedhi o heeli ninkan bila saaxiibka ah? (he could have easily sent you a pm and asked).

^^ I already told most people that you look like Ghandi but with a bit more hair. Why would I need to pass any fake photos marka?

Without the vest, he too would have a belly as big as mine.

It’s strange how small things can brighten one’s day and completely alter his confidence. Take today for example, I woke up early, looked out the window and noticed how dull and gloomy the day promised to be. I didn’t look forward to going to work or walking outside in the cold. But, since I did not book a holiday and this melancholic feeling came at very short notice (I went to bed happy last night), I had no choice other than to take it on the chin and drag my resistant body to work. First, I had to get dressed up. It wasn’t going to be anything new or exciting. I work (though I use the word in the loosest sense) from nine to five. I work in an office environment. It is not Friday. Therefore, I was going to wear a suit, as usual. However, since today was a slightly chilly day I decided to wear a vest under my shirt. This was a figure hugging white vest akin to those worn by Indian fishermen (when they bother to put anything on that is). My confidence didn’t grow straight away. It rather happened by degrees. One minute, I was walking down the road towards the train station and glumly thinking of death and old age, then, suddenly, I started feeling that my steps were getting surer and my shoulders straighter! Later, in the crowded train carriage, I didn’t give way as I usually do when the crowd sways to one side then another. I stood upright and didn’t slouch. Even when someone accidently crashed their rucksack against my chest, I still didn’t move. I merely brushed the chest and, like a woman who went through plastic surgery to increase her cup size, my chest felt firmer and more refined. I allowed my hands to drop to my potbelly and, even there, I could have sworn I counted six packs and a crease! When I got to the Office, I bumped into my boss in the corridor. This boss of mine is a giant of man, in size and personality. Yet, today, I was looking down on him and almost broke his hand as he shook mine. My other colleagues swarmed around me like fans flocking to their favourite celebrity. I was at a total loss as to this newfound confidence. What is the source of such aura, positive vibe, je ne se qua (or is it joie de vivre)? Why am I feeling great and why are people holding me in high regard all of a sudden? Should I feel suspicious or should I just bask in the sunshine of this unexpected ebullience and adulation while it lasts? I chose the latter. Later, as I sat staring at my screen and scratching an itch a couple of millimetres south of my left nipple, I sensed my heart beating. Like the drums of a marching band, it was a regular, booming and magnificent beat. I tapped my finger to the beat and started wondering about this extraordinary day. I thought about my improved posture, my newly found six pack and this toned body of mine. Could Wheetabix have such an immediate affect? I then thought about the morning, the miserable feeling I had when I woke up, the gloominess, the cold and the extra vest I wore to keep myself warm. Aha! It’s the vest. Why would a simple vest have such an incredible affect on me? Is this why it is popular with Indian fishermen? Has this got something to do with the sea? Maybe the vest blew the spirit of my ancestral seamen into me and bestowed me with their daring and confidence (these Somali seamen, lest we forget, took part in World War Two. Caused riots in the city of Newcastle in 1829. Gave birth to the pirates that devil the seas of Africa today, etc). Blood and thunder! This must be it. It’s the vest. It’s the sea. The sea is calling me. I shouldn’t sit in an office and pass my time fingering a keyboard. I should be out there in the wide-open sea. I should discard my clothes and reveal my vest. I should become a seaman! But, first, I should take swimming lessons....