^^ This sort of post is music to my guru's ears. In fact, I could just picture him humming this tune to himself right about now. Can you hear the drums Siilaanyo? I remember long ago another starry night like this In the firelight Siilaanyo You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar I could hear the distant drums And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar They were closer now Siilaanyo Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally I was so afraid Siilaanyo We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die And Im not ashamed to say The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Siilaanyo They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Siilaanyo Though I never thought that we could lose Theres no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Siilaanyo Now were old and grey Siilaanyo And since many years I havent seen a rifle in your hand Can you hear the drums Siilaanyo? Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed Somaliland? I can see it in your eyes How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Siilaanyo They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Siilaanyo Though I never thought that we could lose Theres no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Siilaanyo There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Siilaanyo They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Siilaanyo Though I never thought that we could lose Theres no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Siilaanyo Yes, if I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Siilaanyo... (with apologies to ABBA).

Originally posted by cynical lady: Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones, So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answered it ... Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all; all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral ... He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man…. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me One of the best fictional speeches EVER. William Shakespeare rocks, man.

I'm a barbie girl in a barbie world. Life is plastic. Fantastic. :rolleyes:

^^ So you had feelings for her? Oooh! I get it now. It's a role reversal thing, huh? The girl approaches the boy and the boy acts all shy and coy from then on.

^^ Gone off her already? I'm sure she's reading this and is very wounded you fickle, fickle man.

Aah! CL is on my side today. When Marx finds his woman and the music for the ball starts I'm going to grab your hand and get you to dance, my sweet ras malai. baa rara boom boom..tick tick, tick tick..baa rara boom boom..tick, tick, tick tick

^^ Look! He's not replying again. Mala tusboxo wali sita

Marx, IS SHE PRETTY? Did you like her?

^^ Who? A&T? He's not from there.

^^ She wasn't pretty? :eek:

^^ When I read it aloud I usually understand most of it (even though gaaladan ela shaqeyaa will think I'm doing some magic spell).

^^ Lets cut a long story short. Do you fancy her and do you want me to get you her number? Trust me, it's easier to tell me this and get me to help you than your way of going around with Cinderella's old shoe.

JB, You've been mixing with A&T too long, saaxib. Now you are even using his excuses. He avoids fights by carrying a tusbax around (remember his last nickname?). Every time he offends someone and they call him out for a fight he would shake his head and say hadaanaan tusbaxan sidan.....

usitie shaka ilikuwa episode ya candy eye only.. Priceless. (I'm laughing at something else. I don't understand the gurgling at the start).

^^ Your testimony does not count, Ibtisam. You are, after all, what Somalis would refer to as 'qac'.

I've got a text stalker. He/she keeps sending me duca written in Arabic. I hate people who do that.

^^ Hated those girls. But loved these boys.

I was never a plumber, mere jalebi

Heh. Malika's own episode of desperate housewives! The plumber, woman, the plumber? Can just picture her now sat in her kitchen floor with an old dirac on and tattered mulkhmad covering countless hair rollers. The plumber standing up and looking down at her as she sifts the rice for her dinner. He's explaining the problem with the pipes and how he may need to weld them to a piece of metal that he needs to pop out and buy. He says that if he were a cowboy he would not need to use that piece of metal and may just go for a dodgy short cut. But, since he's a professional plumber he has to follow the British Institute of Plumbers rules and apply directive 3378/6/87. She listens to him as she absently draws expanding circles with the raw rice and sighs at the way he described the fascinating directive 3378/6/87! He asks if she's ok and she tells him she's having a problem sifting through the rice because she does not have her glasses on. He crouches down and tries to help. Green eyes meet brown eyes. The world stands still, apart from the drip, drip, drip sound in the background. Or is that her heart melting again?

That kind is cultural domination and this kind of domination finds its expression in changing of names, city names, invasion of a language with foreign words, rewriting of history, destruction of history etc etc. Big fish eat little fish, saaxib. So, is it the weakness of the Somali culture or the ignorance of the people themselves of their own culture? Why would a Saxardiid decide to ditch his name and call himself Abu Cuuf (when he does not even have a son by that name)? What is the attraction? Of course, my personal opinion, from having mixed with both cultures is that the difference is minimal and is only found in random occasions.

^^ Why are you so intent on finding her then? She knocked you out for six, didn't she? Anyway, I have a big heart and am a sob for romantic stories. Do you really want to know who she is? I'm not kidding, Marx. I do know the lady in question and could help you out here. But, first, you'll have to stop being coy and admit you were smitten. Still, I don't think she thought much of you if she were that brave and approached you herself. You should have worn those shades, mate.

^^ What time did you go to bed, owl?

She must have been stunning, Marx. Hypothetically speaking, if I were to get you her phone number (which I most certainly can) would you ring her? Actually, forget that. You had your chance and you blew it. What self respecting man would get approached by a girl, tapped on the shoulder and TEASED, yet do no more than post a thread on a discussion forum about it? (A&T does not count here. The people of Harar play things differently).

^^ You're hardly here these days, m'love. Are you too one of those facebook victims (they know who they are)?

^^ Rijaalohaa.