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     | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 12:04 pm Last summer i had the fortunate experience to visit my friend's family in Somalia;Naiimo has been bugging me to acompany her yearly trips to Somalia for ages,finanly i thought- why not?All my family had moved to other parts of the world so i hardly had any relatives left in the country.We was on a journey of a life time. We took a cab to JFK Airport.I was properly prepared,packed every necessity accessories there is or i have read about that will help,from bugs sprayer to mosquito creame deterence,to vacination of all diseases known to exist in Africa,T-H-E C-O-N-T-I-N-E-N-T So we were seated at seat 2b and 2c next to the window,boarding the American Airlines,heading to Nairobi Kenya.Apparently that was our transit destination,and we were informed we were to take a small chatter directly to Xamaar.After a 16 long,painful,exhausting hour- flight to Nairobi,i was completely unconscious.Naiimo was perfectly contained,she was born in Xamaar,unlike myself,she was brought into harsh,fast environment,unlike myself,she lived her childhoold in guns and bomb racketiering city, i was not.She was Tuff,i was not.I was playing piano,memorizing text,walking to Duuksi and watching young & the restless while she had these experiences in her homecity.We were not exactly from the same clothe material. We were informed there were fighting going on in merca,the so called city Naiimo's family were living.So ofcourse i was like going crazy and i urged Naiimo to get back to the plane head back to starbuck world.Our perfect little world.It was not likely anyway,that Naiimo would take my advice.But looking at my Vera wang,$999.50 dress,i thought,mmmm things are not that bad. Because of the recent fight development,our journey plan was drastically changed.We were to fly with our pre-arranged small chatter to a place called Baraawe,and then drive from there to merca which was about 600 miles."Naiimo,i'm begging you,lets go back,we can't drive like we are going to Orlando for Disney land?Those roads are treachearous,and not to mention the cageless animals walking with AK57 or whatever.Please Please Please?"I pleaded.Naiimo managed to assure me we were going to be safe.Momentarilly a man,who was tall and extremly thin approached Naiimo and took her to a corner.They were whispering so i had no idea what the content of their conversation was,nor did i care.I had my mirror with me,my therapy ritual-my makeup!Naiimo finished her little chat,and came towards me."Basra you see that man,he is going to be our protection and road guide to Merca.So you dont have to worry about anything,we'll be fine,just fine."Naiimo softly spoke.So here i was,in the middle of war zone intervention,shots obviously flying where we are supposed to be,practically walking into a litteral frying pan,my mother is not here to protect me,and Naiimo says this skinny,tall guy,who looked like one of those 'Help donate suffering refugee in Ethiopia ads'...is going to protect us? HELP! Our journey with the awful ruined 1979 Landrover-vehicle was on its way to Naiimo's home.Atleast that was all i could think positively about,soon she will be re-united with her family.I was crazy with my bug spray,spraying all over the place untill i saw shiino and his friends starring at me with sto that eye.Naiimo and i sat at the back seats with our Luggages secured under our feet."Naiimo,if we get killed,i'm not forgiving you."I whispered.she just smiled and ofcourse looked at me,probably thinking.,"ah basra..if you get killed,you die,and you can't forgive or not forgive'!Silently i hated the thoughts running through my head, telling me she would probably be right! "Shiino,how long do you think it will take,to reach home?"Asked Naiimo.She was assured it was going to be a couple of hours,atleast.So his name was shiino,i thought who in the world would called themselves that name?Together with shiino,there were two same physics men and one elder woman acompanying us.They really looked weired.Her name was Caasho,slightly overweight,she look typicaly somali,with her Dhiraac attire,a blue diraac with a yellow Gabasaar?Please talk about color mix violation.Anyway,Caasho kept starring at my earing peal,which i bought from Tiffany's and jewelry ofcourse-anyway this woman kept looking at my earing with a weired sense,maybe thinking how she would snatch off my beautiful earing pearl.I almost lost my composure,and bring out my usual character,outspoken and right to the point race,tell it loud that i didn't appreciate her stare and she should keep her eyes away.But in this case,i thought the unfamiliar environment made me a little timid.I mean the worst that could happen would be me shouting at her,"STOP starring at me you,weired woman of ......of......Xamaar?lol But i could also picture the worst that could follow,Caasho,getting up grabbing my perfectly made hair and toss me around,slap me and tear my Vera Wang flower dress,i thought maybe i should surpress my character for this time only and keep quite.I ended up giving her a fake pretend smile,that i have come to master.*Smile*! It was Nightfall,when we arrived safely at Merca,Thank God.Naiimo payed shiino and his gang some money and we waved them goodbye.In my mind i was thinking,see ya... hope i never see you again,ofcourse while maintaining a visible smile and waving my white leather cloves at them!We were met by Naiimo's extended family.By extended i mean the whole DNA possibly linked family member she could have.I was stunned,is this a local baseball commnuity center for kids program,that i volunteer back home or a family?The place was packed with crying and hugging and getting runned over,it was excruciating exhausting.They even hugged me,some of them pressing so hard and whispering,"Alaa Macaano Soo Dhaawow"My main whisper was..."Alaa Diintey igaa teeg"I could not breath from the pressing hard huggs.Ofcourse thinking of my dress,at the same time.The whole time they were nice to me,smilling genuinly mind you,i kinda liked them.I saw Naiimo's grandmother,grandfather,great grand parents,inlaws,cousins,neighbors,my god i shaked so many hands that i was begginging to feel my hands go num. I lost in sight of Naiimo with all those comotions happening in those long,long,long minutes we arrived.I was yelling ...'Naiimo?....Naiimo?Where are you?As if i was on a crowed street,only this street they all had same sir names -Abdullahi Madoowe!For some unknown reason that name is famous around the villages.Maybe it also explained the name behind the Nanees.They all were extremely Dark but pretty.Some of them so dark,i could only see their teeth moving when they were talking to me,but that was only because i was semi unconscious from exhaustion,lol -maybe it had nothing to do with their dark skin.I enjoyed the family very much.They helped me put my luggages on their 1800 century automobile car,that would drive us home to their house.I was curious to see how they lived and if at all they had some co-habitaional system.I was intrigued. Naiimo,finally came to my aid,after long silence between her sisters and myself,She could see the terror in my face mixed with tense.later,we arrived at their casual well situated house that looked like more the ruins of bosnia streets we used to see in tv.That evening Naiimo introduced me to the entire Madoowe,which was fascinating,in a way,i discovered they all had names beginning with the letter A'.From Abdirazak to Abyan.I managed to count a total of atleast 30 family memebers,not an acurate count ofcourse,minus the number of times i was distracted,from guarding my luggages or looking at my mirror and making sure i looked presentable.It was fun,camping to the mountains kinda fun,only this time we had actual guns over our roof and not the gun toys we see kids play with in the camp parks. Later that evening was the conversation time,apparently it was the familys long practiced tradition to sit around the fire and reminisce about all times.This part i may not have liked but i thought i could survive it,if i could meditate silently.Naiimo was fittingly comfortable with her given diraac,and a beautiful Cashmere clothe to cover herself.I declined the grascious offer,and perfectly sat down wearing my Sears soft silk pajamas.The sitting gathering was limited this time,there was a wedding in the neighborhood,and everybody was there to celebrate the occassion i guess.I was thankful,enough to shade new giggly attitude,anticipating less torture ofcourse.I thought i could deal with Naiimos grandparents and two sisters more than i could have,the entire Madoowe's. I was not surprised learning that most of the conversation was about the war, Qabiil,blames on the war and updates of family affairs.Naiimo was in deep conversation with her family,naturally i was completely left out -i had nothing in common with the sorroundings,nor did i volunteer to share the talk,i was indifferent.Thank god i brought my Daniel steel novel,called 'the wedding'.I was almost half through my second chapter when i heard a loud voice directed to me in a question manner.It was Naiimo's granmother."Tanii Yeexeed?Hoyoo yaa tahay ?Qabiilgaadi?" She asked loudly.Naturally i was mortified.I thought am i in a nightmare?Like the last year nightmare i dreamt i was being chased by a witch,wearing all black and had sticking teeth and had long gray hair, holding a stick chasing me around the street?Only this nightmare,it was a senior lady whose prime love was Qabiil,putting me on the spot,interrogating my Qabiil?.I looked at her,soflty ofcourse and coughed."Hoyoo Naiimo weeydii"I abruptly relpied.Then ofcourse she noticed my rudeness ,and looked at me with a mean,one eye-stare,thinking maybe i was the enemy Qabbil.I smilled back with the same spirit of stare. Naiimo,came to my rescue ofcourse and managed to convice her that Qabiil was not my love -it was ice-cream!Then Naiimo whisperd to her grandmother-about something,which i suspected was a revealation of my Qabiil to her grandmother.I saw a sense of relief in her face,i dont know maybe realizing i was not her enemy qabiil.Despite of all,i felt a sudden urge of my sweet bed,the scent of hawaiian rosie bedsheets,i was not home,i was far from my bed,i was in a nightmare clouds of another planet.That night i dreamt,i was climbing a long edgy stair to a small door,where i was welcomed by Naiimo's grandma wearing a red costume outfit,devil horns on her head,smilling at me with no teeth at all,and saying,"Welcome to HeLL child,i was expecting you".
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 01:26 pm bitch that is where u from wether u like it or not u make me sick bich......................
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 01:59 pm LOl what a trip huh! girl keep up da essays lol
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 02:01 pm BASRA LOL@DNA PART.MADE ME LAUGH.THANKS FOR SHARING YOUR LIFE EXPERIENCE.QUIET ENTERTAINING I MUST SAY.
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 02:12 pm Basra- I've seen other postings of yours and are you having a personality [identity] crisis. You used to sound so sensible, even if you did lecture too much. So what's wrong girl? or have i fallen for an impersonator. somalisister p.s...I don't think somalis care a rat's ass about pearls or any of those kind of jewelery as long as it doesn't look like gold...especially the reer baadiyo left in the country now.
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 05:39 pm somalisister What do you mean basra is not sensible?She is writing a fictional essay or maybe an actual account about her trip,whats so unsensible about?The only insensible mind is yours,filled with sheer jealousy to down another.Dont cat fight,cat walk aight? Do your thang basra. piece
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 08:04 pm Does this remind me...NIGHTMARE AT EID DINNER? YEAH!!! MISS NIGHTMARES!!! GET OFF MY DICK!!! BIATCH!!!!!!
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 08:38 pm This is like lil kim? FROM THE GETTH..LIVING IN DA HOOD AND THEN remember all gucci brand name lyrics? DOLCE N GABBANA this...VERSACE THIS.. U CAN'TEVEN SPELL RIGHT!! AND YOUR ENGLISH IS GRAMATTICALLY WHACK..IN EBONICS TERMS. THIS IS REALLY SOME WANNABEE LOST CHICK.... MERKA CADEEY MINAN AW CISMAAN IS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND MOST CIVILISED AND MOST LIVELY CITIES ON PLANET EARTH. PEOPLE ARE DIGNIFIED AND ARE ALL COOL. THAT PICTURE U DEPICTING IS ALL FAKE AND I CAN TELL U NEVER EVEN HAD THE LUCJ TO BE BROUGHT UP IN A DECENT ENVIRONMENT. THIS HOLE THING IS NEW TO U. U ARE LIVING IN YOUR MAKE BELEIVE WORLD. U R PRETENDING WHO U R NOT. I CAN SENSE FROM YOUR LOW THINKING THAT U R ONE OF THESE NOMADS WHO WERE BORN IN HARSH PLACES LIKE BAADIYAHA HARGEYSA AGAAGAARKEEDA AH OR SOME BARI DESERT. LET ME CONCLUDE BY QOUTING ONE OF MY FAVORITE SOMALI SINGER'S SONG..ABDI NASIR MOALLIN..MAY ALLAH BLESS HIS SOUL... NAFI DOQONSANAA DAMAC WAALANAA WAXEEY DOONTA BERI KU DIRI OGAA..DURDUR KAA FOG BEEY DAR U XIRO KUGU TIRAAHDAA. LABADOO IS DARDARAY ( the self and its whims) DADKA DHIBI OGAA.. HA KA DEYRIN WELIGAA NOLSHAAD LA DERIS TAHAY HA U DOODIN ABIDKAA MID KALOO KU DAYASHAA!!!!!
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 11:43 pm salaams Wow! This was one of a kind trip, eh? But i got to ask one thing though: Why are u despising the somalis so much? chill out salaams
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| | Sunday, January 07, 2001 - 11:01 am Love Lou..jealousy?. I refuse to dignify your childish outburst with a response.
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| | Monday, January 08, 2001 - 01:55 am Frankly i believe basra wrote down some sensible stuff.some of you may not agree but i saw that town in video,and things look as she described.may be her way of life and her killer dress is what is bothering you all.
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| | Monday, January 08, 2001 - 05:01 am was that 600 miles or meters bet marca and baravo? just asking
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| | Monday, January 08, 2001 - 09:37 am somalisister loool I thought we were friends? Remember when you were known as angry sister? looool I'm not going to shout outside your window,holding my heeps and raving all bad names,just because you were once sensible too.
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| | Monday, January 08, 2001 - 10:44 am BASRA KEEP IT UP AM INTERESTING TO KNOW MORE ABOUT SOMALIA, SADLING I'VE BEEN THERE MANY YEARS.
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| | Monday, January 08, 2001 - 11:31 am Basra I guess now we could nominate you for an "oprah book club appearance." U could start fabricating more deceitful stories about your origins.
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| | Tuesday, January 09, 2001 - 07:13 am Basra do you have a life beyond and apart from your computer,...eg. a man, a job...etc? And did anybody tell you that you are the most boring person on these boards?
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| | Tuesday, January 09, 2001 - 10:45 am Coolpoison looooool can we be friends and forget all this kindergarten stuff. lol Besides..pls i consider myself a baby i cannot think of those man stuff.I have school to worry about.whatever!
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 08:15 am Basra....me to be your friend? Never. I heard you carry some contegious virus...in the family of Ebola.... I must keep my distance. Poison.
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 06:00 pm lol @ white leather gloves and vera wang dress (whatever it is supposed to mean) loooool @ white leather gloves who r u...princess diana...looooooooooooool basra why do u have to advertise yourself evey time... and u said from baraawe to merca is 600 miles...i see you know geography... i got 1 question...what is a mile?...take that for homework and do your research...
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 08:22 pm Basra, What an excruciating misrepresentation! You seem to be obsessed with yourself and try to uplift your ego in the most inhumane and uncharectristic self pitying manner...what are you trying to say..let me recap. 1. I dress well and take care of myself 2. I have a nice bed 3. I have a light skin and scared of dark skin ppl 4. I don't have family in Somalia 5. I was afraid to be robed by my friend's family Analysis, You seem to thrive on the misfortunes of others, and very oblivious to your identity if you have one. Dwelling on the supeficial side of reality seems to uplift your spirit, and more painfully you tried to demonstrate a writer's ability in a naked self effacing amateurship. I've never read in my entire life such an undignified account lacking in perspective and scope. What were you trying to recount? I am a well off lassie from an upscale society who had the misfortune to travel to a distressed country!....Well as you may know, we are all aware of the situation back home and we aren't jestful about it.. My dear Basra beauty and status cannot be hijacked through misrepresentation, but they glean from thoughtful and considerate representation of one's true self. I could go on and on, and then I would end up misrepresenting myself...lol. Sagittarius
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 09:42 pm I think we should give the girl some credit, like a teacher I will say is not some of the lines but the whole story that counts. I enjoyed the story it had some sance of humar, not just that but it was also very visual. Basra I think you are gifted as an writer, and all I can say is keep it up. sincerely. Mohamed Ali
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| | Friday, January 12, 2001 - 05:27 am Thanks again for all the people who complimented my writing. As for Saggitarus...looool Atleast i like you for one thing,your review was relevantly given and and you show less bias than others.Some of the things you said are true.But thanks anyway for your contribution,at the end of the day- i still think its a matter of self constructed opinions,and even a Sagittarus - can give one.
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| | Friday, January 12, 2001 - 05:30 am mohamed ali what do u know about writing...it is ppl like u who get this girls hopes up and that's why she writes bullshit like that... and in every story she writes she is advertising herself...basra why do u have to do that... loooooooooooooooooooooool
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 03:36 am if you are going to somalia, blend in do not go bout wearing pearl earings and such; this will avoid any confrontation with a moryaan.
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 03:47 am basra ! well done!! Your story, although, fictious challenges the other somalis in this forums to write good essays. Unfortunately, some of them are misers as far as giving credit is concerned. Do u need a publisher? LOL....
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 06:57 am to see people who are struggeling to survive because of war makes you feel good maybe?you have bad selfconfidance.am I right?????
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 08:11 am @Basra Sorry I have not read all of your nite-mares... It is exhausting, and it's also deeply flattering. It never ceases to amaze me that all of your entire nitemares are tour of hell.. I thank you for being white-washed. Cuz you are trying hard to sell in someone's ideas - your words - to me is urban hip-hap @#$$. Mosquito cream to vaccinate insects known to exists in Africa hold on there, where did you said you came form. I feel sorry for your friend, whom you thought you were helping her instead insulted her' Let me ask you what do you mean 'she was raised harsh fast environment'. The only acceptable emotion any writer (like like ayeyo koris) lucky enough to get tourchored should be you.. Ah, but writers are notoriously pricky and insecure group, like your self. I shouldn't called you writer, if that is what you wanted (Writer). Media is the master and the greenroom are strange places, indeed. na mean. I thank you for spendIng too much time in the greenroom. I thank you for watch too much of TV - Stop watching Oprah. After while the greenrooms begin to blend into one another. The same guests (Like Basra) seem to circulate. Reappearing again and again with deja-vu predictability.... I really feel sad to those who ppl who tend to encourage you, cuze they are completely uninformed about who you are. They don't know nor do I, and they don't care. Don't just sit and feel happy after what you've done. People instead of reading this non-sense, just read her bio-directly from the back cover, you will see who she is. ON YOUR NEXT TRIP DON'T SHARE WITH US. CUS YOUR GOING TO HUMILIATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS OR RELATIVES. LEEROY
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 08:12 am Bitch why u disrespecting your friend family, and one who gives •••• about your shity things that u bought from sears. U think that canada is your country, u wrong bitch. In canada your a nigro bitch, tell this story to them white people, somalians don't give a •••• about this ••••. One love To all my somalian ppl all ya arab wanabees look in miror and tell me what u see
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 08:25 am Thanks again for the additional comments i got on my writing. As for the adverse opinionated losers,W..H...A..T..E..V...E..R!
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 08:38 am leeroy you are right. when I read the second time, I think basra coppied the story and but some somali characters. Basra seems unsomali, even if she do not have family in somalia. probly a white person wrote this essay.
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 09:14 am @Basra Another deja vu predictability, is that what you have to say, you make me sick girl. I don't understand why you reappearing again and again with out useful comment. I think you are the most unhip person in this forums. Here then, is my comfession. Although I am always surprised and genuinely appreciative of my people, to read your so called trip is suprinsing to me and ofcourse I appreciate my people, even the bad ones like you but I couldn't sit and take all the blame. I really hate being the guy with the bad remark, I did what I have to do. There is always a chef, oozing charm like my self just kidding There is always a bad person like you carry a bullet-proof mosq.. spray... Sis I have no Idea where you fit in. All I know is Xirsi and Faarah are right. To me Naiima has a wonderful friend Basra, oh oh what a nightmare That it self is a nitemare.... By. Leeroy
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 09:25 am Leeroylol I only give useful comments where it is probable and plausible.How can i exchange comments with someone who insults you,just because he doesn't agree with you.I find it BARBARIC.And you know how Barbarians used to handle their conflicts in those primitive times? Language of Mute! See ya!
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 01:21 pm Basra or should I say white-wanna be as my friend Leeroy stated, hey man, take easy on the girl, she is just fifteen. To come back to my originale statement girl you are funny, I hope non of the other countries did not seen this. I wish your MOM Waris Aabo Jimcaale Faalow iyo Walaalka Shiino and so on seen this. This is indisbicable, and we should not talked about it, but I couldn't sit and read it, the way you discribed our home land. I can't defend whole Africa but I can defend my country.... Girl I'm feeling you, Here is summary of your trip, I find insulting to all Somali People, when you said some of the people referring to Naiima's relatives hug you and press you so hard did you asked your self what were they getting out of by doing that.. wow wow go girl... on contrast you said Aasho was staring your earings peal which you bought at Tiffany's Jo... So you must worth a lot, on the other thing, you said I felt like shouding stop stearing at me you woman of - Xamar... Did you said Xamar this statement does not add up, only if you are white or forieng you can have that tone.. but not you little BASRA.. You go on and on to say you waved at them with you white leather gloves, stop on there when WISDOM SAID WHO YOU ARE PRINCE DI- -hey girl I mean you Basra even Prince-Daina did no wore a leather gloves on her reason trip to Africa and you should've seen how many deceased childeren she was holding in her hand, even if she did imaging what others would've think of her, and here you are waving with your white leather gloves- - wow again you continued your insult of Namiima's family by saying they were all dark and the only thing you can see is their teeth, before I was saying Leeroy was wrong to insult you, but I can see why he did it. I'm not gonna insult you as the others, but I will tell every-one of your relatives about this. especally your friend Naiima... Girl what is next, I hope you've discussed about this with your friend Naiima
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| | Thursday, January 18, 2001 - 05:35 am What kind of thing a such a person would write in a personal journal? Girl if you don't like the result you getting out of life, write in somewhere else but not in her. I think these men where all right, first your trip is based on a vary tell. Remember all of these can be traced.. If you've not sure why you still do some thing that you know are harmful or self-defeating, example is your nightmare, don't analyze it, or wrtie it down if this form. If your parents did something that drove you nuts write it down, I'm more welcomed to hear it.
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| | Thursday, January 18, 2001 - 09:41 am chill out people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Basra keep up the good work. By the way, are u single? let me know okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay? lol
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| | Thursday, January 18, 2001 - 04:09 pm looooooooool still having haters? I DONT CARE LOOOOOL W..H..A..T..E..V..E..R
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| | Monday, January 22, 2001 - 05:43 am Sorry people i had to write something to b ring my post back to # 1 looooooooool SORRY! lol
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| | Monday, February 05, 2001 - 06:40 pm How about this Does that help I was just trying to help...
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| | Monday, February 12, 2001 - 10:53 am DAaaaaaaaammmmmmmn Basra I GOT DIS ONLY 4 YA.. GET LIFE SLIM SHADY BIIIAAAATTCHHH WHAT BUGS ME MORE IS THE LIE... u now some of us actually do work in travel agecies,.,,,LIKE ME... NO aMERICAN AIRLINES goes to NIA(nairobi) ,kenya... get your facts str8 1st ... U HEARD ME HOE.... 4 DA REST of y'll PEACE...
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| | Friday, February 16, 2001 - 10:14 pm Basra, 600 miles between brawa and marka? NACASSS NACASSS, XOOLOH. MEESHA AA SHEEGAYSID IYO MARKA MA ISLAHA.
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