Horatio Nelson The Determinants: • Size of land conquered = Domination of the Mediterranean and Baltic Seas, complete destruction of the French fleet which wouldn't pose a threat to the British ever again and Napoleon's dream thwarted! • Time frame of reign = Martyred but left a lasting legacy for his country. • Speed of conquest = very fast. • Size of Forces = 33 ships. Some factors that could cost points: • The strength of the opponents = France and Spain had 41 ships thus numerically superior, yet they were all destroyed while not a single British ship was lost. • Environment = at sea. • Logistics = British at a disadvantage due to blockade.

I might, but this is still a 'Work in progress' and I haven't even finished my first draft yet, the first chapter could end up very differently if it doesn't go smoothly with the end. After I have edited it a bit, I will leave the novel somewhere in a dark digital chamber and will reopen it a few months later so I can analyse the story with a fresh persepective and see whether the scenes, the plots, the characters have stood the test of time. If I blog it, I will remain attached and won't be able to have the above kind of distance from the story that is very crucial. However if i'm really statisfied with what i have created, then yes i will consider that option. Thank you!

Originally posted by *Ibtisam: Juxa, We are having a baby. Congrats sis! I have been raising ours for sometime now all on my own, I guess that makes me Mel B and you Eddie Murphy..

You left out the best part: lOve is sweet like xalwad lOve IS addictive like balwad when you overdose, it tastes bad I end up pronouncing 'bad' in an Indian accent for some reason

Why am I softy? We men also have a sea of romantic neurons carrying an ambitious ship with dreams, with hopes, with urges, and with love. Some brothers don't really know how to handle a great storm, or a massive obstacle on this sea, and capsize like the Titanic. Others load their ships with 'urges' and forget about the 'dreams', 'hopes' and 'love' itself, and burn those that love them. For men like me however this is all smooth sailing, as we got a map and a compass...ummm Land Ahoy!

Blad, blad, bladland!

Haye, Hooyo.

In 150 years time nobody roaming the earth today will be alive, everybody will be gone, all the people behind the usernames that replied to you in this topic will be under the ground, so will you and so will I, and most importantly so will he. Therefore live your life the best you can, don't waste your time on one individual. You are in your prime, you will never be more beautiful, younger, energetic than you are today, you should share these moments with someone worthy, he is not the one. In 100 + years time, maggots and worms will be nibling at our dead bodies, but because we aren't sentient then, there is nothing we can do about it. Today however you have a well developed sensory and motorsystem connected to your brain that allows you to prevent human maggots and worms to nibble away at your chance at happiness in this important period of your life. The challenge is for you to wield this powerful computer to your advantage. Just like you can press the backspace/X button when you don't enjoy a topic, or a movie, you have the same option to manipulate a depressing obstacle in your life to the recycle bin, just visualize it, and stay clear from anything related to him. Love is a great thing, no it's probably the most beautiful thing in the world, but it's not a copyrighted item, nor is it the patent product of the one person you loved. In fact you might not even have experienced your highest level of love with regards to this guy. Hence why i'm confident one way or another some other handsome guy you will meet in your life will stimulate a far greater army of neurons within you that will make your current feelings inferior to even the neurological pleasure of a random Caramel Chocolate cake. Ah, what am I yapping about just go Bungee jumping, and call it a day!

Powerful paranoid people of Paris purposely position popular purple pancakes in printable pictures of procrastinating patriotic Pandas.

Originally posted by 5: SOMALI PSYCHO: "It is the mental captivity of the notorious box of specialisation that prevents a great writer from landing a gigantic spaceship, with an evil creature inside" Any writer who writes about "gicantic" spaceships with "evil creature inside" is not a great writer! But I get the point. Why would you say that? Not your genre?, Cliche plot? Take any critically acclaimed book and you will find a dozen similarities/cliches it shares with other books. A great writer knows how to make these 'cliches' their own to the point of people thinking it is original, so reserve your judgement just yet sis. You touched a nerve, as i have a story about a large Somali wedding celebration taking place in a fictional town somewhere in the lush open fields of Sanaag, until it is disrupted by the impact of an object from outerspace, which is actually an extremely advanced unmanned prison ship containing a vicious alien banished for life by an unknown cosmic civilization. The creature naturally with the new reality of being free continues in his destructive ways that got him locked up in the first place, with the celebrating town ofcourse the first target. One can look at the above plot and spot plenty of cliches, however my main characters(Newlyweds) and their tribulations, loyalty etc will set this story apart from any other in the genre that had a badboy from space land in their backyard. btw I like diversity, I abhor Horror films and secretly curse all those who manage to drag me into watching one, but the thought that if I wanted to watch or read a Somali Horror film or book, the options would be there is better than now, where these options are nonexistant, or of very low - uninspiring - quality.

ummm... Originally posted by *Ibtisam: Wow lucky Malika, Me and Cara who even made it to the title of this story. A&T, notice everyone is ignoring your thread- because they are not sure if Cara, Malika and maybe even me are offended. Lucky for you, I don’t get offended... but I do get even, so let’s tell the really story, shall we? Imagine you browse the net, daily trolling through forums, leafing through user names, facebook, addicted to seeing an eye, a finger, or maybe a full blown picture of qurbo jog women- your sole purpose to stratify your roaming eyes, have a little laugh and maybe even some harmless flirting. All the things you cannot say to women in real life, perhaps to share stories that are too vulgar for the naked ear, or in everyday life would earn you a mighty slap. You change your user name several times, try on different shirts, but the stories remain, the eyes continue to roam, and occasionally you might throw in your lovely kids (or their pictures as bait). Internet is cheap across the globe now and you love the freedom and opportunity it gives you to share and interact with so many in different place; on side of the world Cara told you that “ you write well, Malika said Allah yahdiik and Ibtisam refused to read your stories - but despite the unfriendly response, the point is that they noticed you, and that was enough. After two years in the virtually world, you see their names every day, you check the troll corner and you discover, Cara like torturing things, Malika is lovely and friendly teacher and Ibtisam is always researching something or another. But you also discover little things, like Malika likes tea, Cara loves food and Ibtisam is always eating cake. The more of these interactions you read, the familiar you become, pretty soon you have a complete picture of these ladies. After comparing notes, you decide that Malik will kill you with kindness and she won’t tolerate you crazy ways, Ibtisam is from Burco, unaccomadative and violent (she might kill you in your sleep) but Cara, Cara although she might torture you a little (and you might even enjoy being in a tank with mice), but overall Cara is perfect. You sit down in your living room, and while your wife makes barris for dinner, you pen a hasty PM to Cara. quote: Dear Cara, Iska waran? I have been watching you for at least a year now, today I decided that I love you, what do you think? Adigu ma ii jeclan karta? We must talk, send me your MSN, I cannot phone you because as you may know, I am in Africa and it is expensive- even for a rich man like me All night, A&T got out of bed every hour to refresh SOL and see if the declaration of love has arrived for him, he boasted in his own head that once he made a reer miyi girl fall in love with him, even though she was already getting married to another man. Two days later and still no word from beloved Cara, he reflected that maybe he came on a bit too strong. So he sent another PM Hi Cara Ii waran? arintii xageed marinaysaa? waadigii lahaa aan is aragnee, gorma? xagee? bal arintaa ka soo warbixi. Hadii kale, heestan aad cisho walbo ii soo dirayso ee, " Dhulkaa igu balaadhee baryo kaama raageen" iska hayso. Igu salaam Hibaaq iyo abtiyaba. A&T Surely Cara will appreciate the effort, if not at least the humor in this PM, also the name dropping will help his case a little. For the next few weeks, A&T kept bombarding Cara with PMs and still no reply, now he was getting angry, who does she think she is?? :mad: SHE is a Feminists, so she must be ugly and bitter , that must be why she churns in rage about men. IF she was pretty, she would’ve replied to his PM, submissive AND grateful. But still he craved her attention, he started to seek her out in public, maybe, maybe she will direct her bitter utterances towards him if he dedicated a whole thread to her; unfortunately he only had her attention for 10 posts before she got bored with him and stop responding, everyone else joined in and spoiled his attempt at one a 121 in public. Totally defeated and out of insults, A&T tried a different route, a poem- maybe she likes old fashion men; So he posted this to her; Gabdhaha Soomaliyeed Guntoodaan aqaan Galkoodaan galaa Gartoodaan jeclahay Guud kay ka udgoon yihiin Garaadkoodaa fayoow Gardaraday nacaan God kale kaan soo marin ayaan Garanaheyn!!! Desperate times call for desperate measure, so he posted an ad, “Wife required” including specification that only Cara met; Must like torturing things, eating food and hating A&T. {[Pause] A&T apologies, never use our names in one of your stories again, or I will dig back to all your SOL gidaar jiid, and knock backs, inn taan ishaakad ka fashilin, ask for cafis. Don’t make me lay all your shid bare- All the girls have forward your PMs for me to use in our defence. Tooba dhe I know this outburst is a masked insult, if you don’t repent, you shall pay. :cool: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

^Wa nin waalan.

Michael Jackson and the Knight Rider car.

Yes Baby it's:

Allahu Naxariisto, we are losing all of our great ones to early.

Random Fact: I used to chase this beauty XaLimo_XaaQo on s-life so hard, she was mesmerising, but i think she lived in some Scandinavian country + not single. She only had to snap her fingers and i would have kissed her feet, that is how the Xalimocracy used to send young Bladmen to war.

Naaya, maxaad sheegtay?

Originally posted by Kool_Kat: quote: It kept them off the streets and into that club. ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Out of the frying pan and into the fire When i'm bored i always check out old topics, especially the ones by 'Rap_MISTRESS'

He should have retired in 86' after his horribe car crash, and make Egal or some other well-seasoned visionary Somali politician, President instead. The amount of Somali scientists, intellectuals, writers and poets (from a multitude of regions and clans) this guy burried in his dungeons is enough to spark a renaissance.

Sxb, the Somali Realm is so unexplored, you might end up randomly stumbling upon a lost civilization of Puntites, Adalites and Dervishes living side-by-side in peace, and probably a few volcanos & snow capped peaks here and there.

Get us some nice rare shots of the country will ya? We are dying for some epic Somali landscape panoramas, and those including historic architecture would be a bonus. I wish you good luck & safety on your journey.

Warya Bladland you mean Ancient Zulus in Mexico, we don't look like that at all, more like Ancient Faraxs in Chile: God turned them into stone when they ran through their supply of Khat in one session instead of spreading it out over a month, gluttony my friend, gluttony!(the one in the back was still in the happy zone)

^Is that what the license plate says?

- the Anthem of every Somali kid. I can't remember anything can't tell if this is true or dream deep down inside I feel to scream this terrible silence stops me now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see that there's not much left of me nothing is real but pain now hold my breath as I wish for death oh please God, wake me back in the womb it's much too real in pumps life that I must feel but can't look forward to reveal look to the time when I'll live fed through the tube that sticks in me just like a wartime novelty tied to machines that make me be cut this life off from me hold my breath as I wish for death oh please God, wake me now the world is gone I'm just one oh God, help me hold my breath as I wish for death darkness imprisoning me all that I see absolute horror I cannot live I cannot die trapped in myself body my holding cell landmine has taken my sight taken my speech taken my hearing taken my arms taken my legs taken my soul left me with life in hell --Highlighted is the best part.