Jerry, Jerry, Jerry...

Ba' Ba', Bisinka ka bilaabay shaydaan ha baygagee Bisinka ka bilaabay shaydaan ha baygagee Gabadhu waa Buuxoo, waa Xashaa Lilaah Xashaa Lilaahoo, xariirtii la xurmayn jiray [jug jug jug.. sak sak sak..] Wiilkuna waa Faaraxoo, fariid weeeyaan Fariid weeyoo, fardahuu ku dagaalamaa Ku dagaalamaayo, faciis buu primo u yahay [wac wac jug jug, sakisakisaki jug]

I think the old man has earwax buildup and is digging in his ear with his finger. So, so unprofessional that it's just criminal.

Runtii, bisha waa sii dhacaysaa. Waa taas xaggan u soo jeedo, markay cusub tahay xaggaas ay u sii jeedaa. Anoo weligay baadiye iyo meelaahaas duurka aad sheegesid tagin aa intaaas aqaanee day. .

Those days that I go to the gym and toss the machines around like king kong [say I dunno bad day or something], Gloria Estefan - Conga, goes on the Ipod for inspiration.

Carabka amaas ku xanuunaa, dadkaan afkooda u deey . LOL@dee aan ku saaro. Maxaa lasaaraa oo baas, acudu bilaah.

^ Being the manly man that he is, what else did you expect him to say? . This is for you xiin. Why do Women Cry? author: Unknown A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" " All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say . The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he asked God. He said, "God, why do women cry so easily?" God said: " When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed." "You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Nacaska , your nick is so cute, but if I were you I'd get a macho one to survive in this joint.

Ha ooyaa tiriyee, indhaha basbaas hayskaga shubo. Weligeey been beentaas wax la igagama cunin .

After spending time with friends' spoiled rotten brat, or see young children screaming and hollering in a store, or cussing at their parents. Waxaan iraa, waxan may dariishada ka xooraan! Then my maternal instinct takes over and I come to my senses. They may be the reason our hair falls out, but when they wrap their arms around you and give you a kiss and a hug it just seems so worth it. may Allah bless u with plenty of kids, AAMIIIIIIIIIIn Amiin.

I know alot about the Blue Moon! Here in "under my umbrella", we have the Blue Moon Restaurant and it's about six days old. Alright, so it isn't the answer you were looking for but it was an answer[yea, you can thank me later for the effort.] Now, I'll slowly slink away and disappear.

Originally posted by Muj: Red Sea: Hadii inan (gabadh) quruxbadan oo aan jeclahay ay isku daydo in ay igu daadiso oo iga tagto waan u ooyi lahaa. Taas iskaba dhaafe waan ucalaacali lahaa sida reer Xamarka. Translation for what I said for dhaqan celis: "If losing a really beautiful off the hook Masha Allah xalimo. If I were at stake of losing her. I would do whatever it takes. Not only would I cry but I would calaacal reer xamar style. Indhe heega ilin aa kasocoto, Daraadaa lee waayee, Adoo kale aduun maligi heli karaayee, Abaayo shuuneey hore ha iiga socenee, Hab isii, hanaankaa ka helaa eee, Kaamana maarmi karaayee, Abaayo macanee mac iyo hab isii, Ii wehel yeel, horeyna ha iiga soconee, La'aantaa aduun manuuraayee. That tactic doesn't work on most girls. We know when it's emotional blackmail and when it's legit. Someone tried it on me once thinking his tears will make it harder for me to stand my ground, maxaa ka raacay..jac iyo baaruud walle. He became even more insane at that point, with all kinds of things coming out of his mouth about how he'll jump out of a window[duh! ] or do bunch of other crazy things. I atleast gave him the opportunity to talk things out like mature adults but he wouldn't take it. How do you calaacal in af reer waqooyi horta? Nayee, midan yar Naw, imika waan kaa helaa Dee, hurdaba seexan waayoo..

Any smart man would make the answer as firm and casual as possible. Are my breasts too small? NO! He'd know any split second hesitation would mean he's dead meat.

Originally posted by -Lily-: I don't know why ppl think it's sweet or hot to see anyone cry? People only cry (or they should) when things are going terribly wrong. How is that 'sweet' or 'hot'? People cry for different reasons while in an emotional state as in caused by tragedy, happiness, or empathy. I saw my brother crying the first time he held his first born in his arms after watching the birth. I thought that was sweet, and at the same time made me very uncomfortable. I wanted to run and hide. I didn't know how to deal with that vulnerability. I'm sure his wife thought it was *HOT*.

..umm, OK. :confused:

Khalaf: Mogdishu maxaa tiri? Akhi, must your IQ drop everytime you post something new Subhanallah. Rise up in righteousness when you witness cadaalad-daro, but only if you are willing to rise up against them all, including your addeer. Otherwise we are going to have issues. And sadly those issue will be divided as dabo-dhilifs vs freedom fighters. Qabilkayga necebtahay iyo waxaan loo joogina meesha ha keenin.

^L0L. No wonder rudy thought you were a guy. Why don't you rub a piece of toilet paper on your gum?

It probably was a miracle that he lived to tell about it today. Mujaahideenta Allah baa u sacabo dhigay. Rumaystay.

OK, this one is funny. I can only hope there are no men this dumb, or women dumb enough needing a man's opinion. Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror, complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion: "If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds." Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and I stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. "How long will this take?" I ask. "They will grow larger over a period of years," he replies. I stop. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make them larger?" Without missing a beat he says, "Worked for your butt, didn't it?" He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again, although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw. S-t-u-p-i-d, s-t-u-p-i-d man.

Personal vandetta you say? You're not worth the effort walaal. However, my issue with you is: a)the trivializion of the O-denia's history of struggle. and b)The Hadith/qur'an coated topping qabiilists like yourself giving the people of Puntland a bad name. No amount of cut and paste hadith or a verse in the qur'an will make you seem less of a qabilist. You are what you're, admit it and live with it. And I can’t even take seriously being preached by someone who has the audacity to compare what he saw on a hollywood movie with what has/is happening in O-denia or Mogdishu. People are out there putting their lives on the line daily, getting killed for resisting an occupation, unlike you fighting awful hard with your dabo dhilif mouth while praising your blood thirsty uncle. Have you no morals yaa sheikh-ku-sheeg?

Girls, all I'm saying is that long as the couple are kind and respectful to each other it could work out very well. There are many people that stay married for a variety of reasons. Some for love. Many, many for other reasons that do not include love, as not all marriages can be storybook love stories, the odds are just stacked against that.. And yes, I'm happy and in a love-based marriage.

Originally posted by Ghanima: ^^Aint you a nice guy! check this quote: Any man who cries for no major reason (Winning a championship, lose of spouse/parent/child & Dhikr ) needs some Testetrone infusion in him. What is bigger than losing your parents or child or Dhikr, please i'm very interested to know, and how can you list that next to "winning a championship" are you okay? There is manly cold and then there is heartless cold :cool: Bet you can get him all emotional and teary. Somali men are emotionally constipated, this b.s. about how a man is not allowed to cry is just that...b.s! I heard the best way to make a Somali man cry is to eat his last leaf of jaad or show him a naked woman.

I'll Cry if I Want To: Women might know better than men that a good cry makes for a sounder sleep. My sobbing episode was a sentimental education. Newsweek ^ You sensitive guys are so HOT!

No, no, no, no way No, no, no, no way I'm living without you [ not you three above ] Oh, I'm not living without you, not living without you I'm staying, I'm staying And you, and you, and you You're gonna love meeeeeeeeeeeh You're gonna love me, yes you are Ooh ooh love me, ooh ooh ooh love me Loooove me, love me, love me, love me You're gonna loooooove meeeeeeeeeh. Phew! I hit some really high notes there.

Is love a necessary ingredient for marriage? No, but kindness is a necessary ingredient. Too many just don't know themselves when they get married on emotional grounds more than realistic ones. This comes back to haunt them when love stops in a heartbeat ie; when the marriage gets old, you get bored, and things may not have the same old mystique and passion quite the way it used to. Like when the children are puking all at the same time, and every one has diareah and you say to him: honey can you get up and help me? then comes the shocking response: naa ma anoo nin rag ah baa dhaybar badal i leedahay? kadabkaa go'.. hadaanan...