J.Lee

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  1. Raw rice. And I bullsh!t you not.

     

    I chew a tiny amount whenever I'm nervous about something; and sometimes I have cravings.

     

    and Ice.

     

    I love ice chips even though it's bad for my teeth.


  2. ^Maandhow, you're still alive ileen.

     

    I do not appreciate your sick sense of humor. Not today anyway icon_razz.gif [do note that you're the only person who makes me use Graemlis or as we call them Smileys]and no I'm not listening to that sick song. The jig is that anyway?

     

    Che- Why would I want to torture myself? I hate snow. I deal with negative temperatures dude.

     

    Val-It's one of them days ma is tidhi.


  3. I'm kind sick of everything. No, really I'm.

     

    I'm sick of snow; I'm sick of walking. I'm sick of the high altitude. I'm sick of Idaho, the neighboring state, who for some odd reason can't manage to control the smell emanating from their cows or rather excreted by them. Believe me potatoes are not the only things they are famous for. I'm sick of the school campus. I'm sick of burgers and pizza but most importantly I'm sick of being sick.

     

    Why am I writing this?

     

    Well, I had nothing better to do at the moment so I thought, why not just vent your frustrations in a productive away? Then I looked at the clock and realized lecture starts in 10 minutes. God, I'm so sick of time running away from me. Ugh!

     

    I just want to go home and curl up under my blanket but unfortunately I can't put my life on pause.

     

    So if I know that then why am I complaining?

     

    I don't know!

     

    I'm just having a moment. I'll probably delete this later.


  4. You could set your profile to be private and choose who you want or don't want to associate with.

     

    Besides, most people on Facebook are, to borrow a phrase from Sheh, boring farts. I can't stomach them, walee.


  5. Sometimes, I put a hand over my watch

    to try to hold time, stup!d I know

     

    but it helps me to cope with things

    I wish to never confront like...

     

    time passing me by, idly squandered seconds

    wasted minutes of my life; Yeah, my life

    See, I was never a seed of father time.

    Never planted roots, always left them undeveloped

    Mother earth would say, I could walk the whole earth

    and not document my insteps, leave prints but never

    cherish them

    treat it like a stepchild with each step I trekked

    along its womb with my unlaced boots

    Live it but never cherish it.

    Pity for me would make her oceans weep, she'd say

    So she'd cry until her wells almost dried

    and as baby New year wiped her eyes

    He'd tell me, "your resolutions would never be kept."

    "They are just as useless as the paper your write upon

    them; and no matter how hard you pierce it with your

    lethal ink jet, you could never keep 'em.

    A tree died, its life ended before its midlife crisis

    just so you could write upon his product only to waste it."

     

    A perfect creation mared only by this imperfection

    A determined procrastinator whose limits are limitless

    except for the limits she has cast upon it

    Timeless, her effort; as a child she used

    to try to hold time, mold time to her liking

    but she learned that time waits for no man

    How lucky is she to be born a woman, then?


  6. As Lee would've said, innaba caadhi mo'oho.

    Cajiib; maandhow, inanta wey ka wadataa lakiinse Soomaali weeye 100%. Puro, dude.

     

    Moving on,

     

    She can't sing. Well, to be fair her voice isn't a powerhouse and it isn't the least bit memorable. However, if Britney Spears can make millions, I doubt the music industry cares about talent but then again inanta is white and blond.

     

    B.T.W

     

    What is dhako?

     

    As for myspace, what is wrong with it?


  7. I doubt those girls would want to be the future mother of "the Hip hugging low cut jean camel toe beamer" 's children.

     

    After all, what woman wants to tell her son, "don't be like your dad honey... a pervert and fornicator?"


  8. Finally. Yes, Yes, Yes!

     

    Seriously, congrats Walaal.

     

    Wiil iyo caano, gabar iyo shaax. (quirky I know but can I at leat get a smile for the effort?)


  9. Ina adeer, you'd do well to concentrate on yourself rather than question the reason why these girls are attired this way.

     

    It's between them and their maker; you aren't even in the equation sweetheart.