^^ It is all about the choice of words, weepy wadani. I would love my sister to be a god fearing and rule abiding woman (which she is) but she's no sheep that I control. Wax fahan.

Wyre has a stutter!

^^ I see open goals, I shoot (or at least try to stop myself from shooting). Nothing personal warya. (see below ). Oh you silly Wadani! Did you really have to let him off this easy? A man that would threaten his own mother and sister should not really be talking about any moral compass, saaxib.

^^ It's a figure of speech, you empty baaldi.

THIS is waali: THIS is excercise:

^^ Wakaaaaaaaaaa! Welcome back, nuune. Waxaan maqlay you got married and have two baby jinns now.

^^ Schoolboy error there, Apo. You should have walked away as soon as you saw Xasan and Cali walking over. I can see a big, offensive and open goal for anybody with the inclination to wound you there.

Xaaji X waa badow even though he thinks the guy that approached him was a badow. I get talked to by lots of strangers all the time (Somali or otherwise). Of the ones I remember now: - There was dear old Shamis (http://www.bwhafs.com/html/intsham.html) who sat next to me on a bus once. - There was the Garowe guy that worked as a dishwasher in a posh hotel but was running a big business in Africa - There was the American female doctor (not Somali) who wrote a couple of books and actually ran as a candidate for the Democratic party in 2004. Of course, the last one I met and talked to was the wasiir on his way to start his new job in Somaliland. Talking to strangers is interesting and educational. p.s. Ibti, the poor guy wanted to make money. I had a similar situation in Dubai earlier this year. Unlike you, I accepted his offer and just as we drove out of the airport, we were stopped by plain clothes police. He got fined.

^^ A&T is a writer, saaxib (something that Juxa refuses to understand). To hone his hobby, he has to do these "stretching exercises". In the same way that lying on the floor with your legs up in the air and your bottom or crotch rubbing on the floor is NOT a good look, writing about prostitutes, sex or murder to stretch those cerebral muscles, when taken in isolation, is also not a good look. Yet you have to do these stretching exercises to have a healthy body and, likewise, you have to allow yourself the freedom to stretch your mind if you want to keep it "healthy". Wax fahma.

Jacaylbaro;898114 wrote: Wasiirka caafimaadka: Waxa weeye cudurkan dilaaga ah ee HIV sida uu dadka ugu yimaado waa la garanayaa hablahow/ dumarow adkaysta oo is ilaaliya, ciyaar yaan laydinkaga qaadin waxa waa inaad is xejisaan....... Sounds like something Alpha would say! :D

4.5 kilos? :D

^^ Characters? Are accusing me of being a script?

^^ A&T is Osman's Ogadani friend dee. Wax fahan. A_Khadar;897850 wrote: I bet you didn't read the entire post except first line, yet at least you're good.. Now you expecting A&T and other O come out and denounce Osman's comparison. He is right if he said the two places are occupied. Don't see where he is gone mad from that. You should applause the man that he elevated your status up by comparing you with the Tegrey/Amhara empires! NG will be cool with him now, no fuss from him this time.. Not a chance, saaxib. Osman is not right in the head, adeer. If this madman has anything serious to do with Khaatumo, I'd advise you to forget about the whole movement.

^^ Morning all. (I thought Ibti was never coming back). Abu Salmaan, that's a very good idea. But lets let him settle down first.

^^ Nobody is ever "what you see is what you get". It's impossible, Juxa. Impossible I tell ya.

http://www.somaliaonline.com/community/showthread.php/26862-Dahir-Riyaale-Kahin-wins-the-Ethiopian-Election?highlight=dahir+riyaale

^^ What is "dufan" and why was it on my mouth?

The Imam's boys are busy fighting on two fronts. Time for a coup, methinks.

^^ It's not that difficult, Juxa. I think even YOU have a "caadi iska dhig" group of people that you keep your conversations with very serious and another group where you let yourself go. Being a Somali woman and going by the argument that they're all mad, I am pretty certain of that idea.

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^^ Tell me about it. With people accusing Abwaan of being a former "moryaan", I had a thought about one that was a kid when the troubles in Somalia started and got addicted to killing. I some how imagined him finding his way to the West and managing to carve a respectable life for himself (a pretty girl with no moryaan history, an aroos with Khadra Daahir as the main singer and a job as a Taxi driver, etc). But there is an empty space in our career moryaan's soul. He craves the feel of killing something or someone like he easily used to do when he was younger. The story then goes on (in my head, though it's not yet fully cooked) to describe the way how he became a serial killer and how all dog owners in his local area came to be afraid of the Somali assasin. His reasons for killing the dogs are obvious of course (dogs waa najaas and one must get rid of all najaas, etc). I stopped myself from writing it in case I offended my friend Oba!

Imagine watching TV in your living room when you come across an erotic scene. Most of us must have been in this situation at least a dozen times. However, at some point when this scene was in progress we chose to sit and watch it (out of curiosity, craving or even boredom). Incidentally, Basic Instinct was on TV the other day and I, to my total amazement, didn’t bother with any of the sex scenes. Still, now imagine the same situation but with your mother or father in the room. I dare wager that all of us would be falling over ourselves to get hold of the remote and change the channel or even switch the TV off! What is it about these situations though that makes you act in one way when alone or with friends and in a totally different way when family or children are present? Does acting in such a way make you a hypocrite or is it just a personality thing? I know lots of dirty jokes. I share them with my friends all the time. At times, it’s only me that finds them funny and at other times, I manage to coax a laugh or two from my friends. I would never dare nor would it cross my mind to share such jokes with my children, family or any of the people that I keep in the mental compartment marked “Caadi iska dhig”. On the other hand, I would not hesitate to share these jokes with you; like that one that goes “how do you know when a prostitute is full?”[/i[]I]]...........”when she gets a runny nose”. This is an awful, disgusting and extremely tasteless joke but it had me laughing my head off when I first read it, twenty years ago. It’s not, naturally, for the “Caadi iska dhig” crowd. This is not about respect. It is about supply and demand. My mother, children and the rest of the “Caadi iska dhig” crowd do not demand nor supply such jokes, silly scenes or ideas. Around them, for reasons of morality, culture and, honestly speaking, tedious habit, one is obliged to follow the rules of domestic communication. With friends the rules change and there is a degree of freedom allowed for one to express a different side of their personality. The internet is a different matter altogether. Here, one can let oneself go. I mean, it would probably be easier if one created a script that was into all the saucy and shameless speak but that misses the whole point. It is not the ability to tell dirty jokes that I seek when I write online. It is the ability to write. It is all about having the space to express myself freely and, should I choose to, allow some light into different parts of my personality. It’s the chance to loosen the shackles and let the mind wander aloud. We are not only serious fathers, dutiful sons, eager students, hard workers or lustful charlatans. We’re all of these and more. Also, I believe that only in airing your thoughts could you get to hear them and decide whether they’re foolish, enlightening or otherwise. So, whilst I may not watch an erotic scene with my mother still in the room, I am more than comfortable writing about one with her sat in the chair opposite me. I do so because I realised that the more I read, the more I write. The better I read, the better I write (alas, I don’t think I did much of either recently).

^^ Both. Plus my internal sleep clock seems to be broken nowadays. But it's not too bad, I feel great.

^^ Norf is in Jeddah and you have not once offered to show him around dee.