<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:12:24.113-08:00</updated><category term='Somali Aroos weddings'/><category term='Cycle 10'/><category term='somali models'/><category term='First Somali'/><category term='you know your somali when'/><category term='Fatima'/><category term='Americas Next top Models'/><title type='text'>My Life &amp; My Drama</title><subtitle type='html'>Life and Drama of a Somalian-Drama-Queen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-2658537743403001850</id><published>2008-01-29T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:07:37.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1-Mr I’m-So-Educated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually we love an educated man, they are intelligent and ‘with’ the world. But Mr Educated has been left in a time wrap, back to an era when education was reserved for the privileged, those who could afford it and those who had the right connections (at least in the Western world we live in). He will constantly refer to 20th Century Philosophers and great Classical thinkers to try and impress you with his knowledge. His favourite past time is quoting from text books we have all at some point read or heard of at university or in general. Avoid him if you don’t want to be bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-Mr Rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we like a man that is financially stable, Mr Rich flaunts his wealth like Mr Educated flaunts his textbook knowledge. He is driving a new car every other month and talks so loudly on one of his many mobiles about his latest business transactions that everyone within a one mile radius can hear him. He buys women perfumes, gold and other expensive and highly inappropriate gifts very early on in the relationship. He will show up late, again with expensive gifts, when a simple courtesy call would have sufficed. Typically, he is incredibly busy and assumes a gift from every location he visits will suffice for his time &amp;amp; attention. Mr Rich has no respect for his woman he thinks money can buy affection. Avoid him. A cat is more of a companion than Mr Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-Mr Predictable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his name suggests, Mr Predictable does not have an original bone in his body to save his life, lest his DNA. He will have the same car as his friends, dress as he thinks he is expected to dress, say what he is expected to say &amp;amp; at the right cues, and laugh at all the appropriate jokes. He will follow other people’s advice on every decision he makes about his life. He will say what you want him to say. He will always agree with you. He will do the ‘safe’ thing. He plans his week with accurate minute detail, for example when he will have a shower and what time he will call his mother. He follows the flock. If you are expecting a spark from Mr Predictable, you will be waiting a long time, avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-Mr Needy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man will tell you he loves you a week after he has met you. He will call you 10 times a day just to ‘hear your voice’. He will have made plans and booked out your weekends and evenings months in advance. He is usually ‘just in the same area’ on a number of suspiciously high occasions. Mr Needy has difficulty accepting NO, he doesn’t really like your friends. Mr Needy is defensive and often is short tempered, whereby a swift and prolonged apology follows. Mr Needy’s are scary men, avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-Mr Romantic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has taken a note pad and watched every romantic movie on earth. He will arrive with red roses, a box of chocolate (nice) and will always have an over-used and clichéd phrase ready for you. Mr Romantic still uses a curler perm on his hair and uses mouth freshener before a date. He will take you to the same routine restaurants. He will recite popular poems to you that he deems ‘romantic’. Nothing that ever comes out of Mr Romantic’s mouth is romantic; he uses the same old lines, same old ideas of what it is to be romantic. Whilst we commend him for his efforts, Mr Romantic makes you cringe, avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-Mr Married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Farax has realized at the tender age of 30-something that he really did not get the most out of his youth. He did not chase enough Halimos’, did not attend enough parties and was sold short by marrying his first cousin given to him by Adeer Xaji. This man has an unusually expansive knowledge about the nature of Halimos’, this alone should raise alarm bells. He leaves his wife at home and roams parties and weddings, in search of an unsuspecting young Halimo to whom he will attest his singlehood until it is too late. Once he is discovered, he will manoeuvre quickly to explain to her that he will divorce his cousin-wife for the ‘woman of his dreams’. He will feed you sob stories about how he was forced, no longer loves or shares a bed with his wife. This is a lie. Mr Married will never leave his wife, and if in the unlikely event that he does, he will only stay with you until the next young thing comes along, whereby the whole process is repeated again. Mr Marrieds are a scar on our society’s body, avoid them at all costs, and never let them get in the first word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-Mr Every Female’s Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close relative of MR Romantic, Mr Every Females Friend (EFF) will have you believe that he is ‘just friends’ with every female he cuddles, kisses, hugs and spends hours on the phone with. Mr EFF will have the same smile, the same acute attention &amp;amp; the same look that he bestows on his girlfriend for all his female friends. With Mr EFF there is nothing sacred or reserved for the woman he loves. Avoid him if you want to avoid a life of imposed insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-Mr Mysterious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love an element of mystery in our men. This guy however, takes it to the extreme. He is vague about his background, his family, his job description and so on. He is very elusive and always changes the subject when it gets slightly personal. He will call you, you will not call him. He might instruct you to meet him at far away and obscure places. You might have known him for months but still are none the wiser of who or what kind of person he is. Mr Mysterious has some serious commitment issues and possibly psychological, even James Bond has more of a history. Simply avoid him, no one has that kind of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-Mr Religious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t usually diss religious people, we love wadaads that are honest and faithful. This guy however, subscribes to the ideals of Mr Wadaad but falls short of them. He will lecture against clubs, mixed events and what he refers to as ‘balwad’ such as cigarettes, Shiisha and Jaad. However, you can catch him having the occasional buff of cigarette/shiisha with his friends at a questionable venue, laughing with some good looking women, presumably ‘keeping his male friends in line’ or stepping out of a car that is blasting with the latest Acon/50 cent song. He will also give you speeches about the importance of giving up one’s time, being involved in the community &amp;amp; caring about the Ummah when he really can be found sleeping in on weekends, nearly missing Duhur prayer. Avoid his hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-Mr Metrosexual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Farax has seriously over-subscribed into the notion of the new 21st century man. Not only does he watch The OC and Trinidy and Susannah’s how to dress show, he believes in the whole equality thing to the extend that you might as well be one of his male friends. He does not appreciate femininity. He expects his woman to go Dutch all the time. He will roam your beauty bag for the latest moisturizer and expensive lip conditioner you would rather not share. This man knows more about hair shampoos than you do. He will insist on a mini breaks during dinner so that you can both ‘freshen up’. He will fight with you for precious mirror spaces to be found in window shops, parked car side mirrors or the decorative restaurant lobby walled mirrors. He is a pain, avoid him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-2658537743403001850?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2658537743403001850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=2658537743403001850' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/2658537743403001850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/2658537743403001850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-mr-im-so-educated-usually-we-love.html' title=''/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-6791249968326777175</id><published>2008-01-29T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:19:22.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Guys to avoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1-Mr Im-So-Educated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually we love an educated man, they are intelligent and ‘with’ the world. But Mr Educated has been left in a time wrap, back to an era when education was reserved for the privileged, those who could afford it and those who had the right connections (at least in the Western world we live in). He will constantly refer to 20th Century Philosophers and great Classical thinkers to try and impress you with his knowledge. His favourite past time is quoting from text books we have all at some point read or heard of at university or in general. Avoid him if you don’t want to be bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-Mr Rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we like a man that is financially stable, Mr Rich flaunts his wealth like Mr Educated flaunts his textbook knowledge. He is driving a new car every other month and talks so loudly on one of his many mobiles about his latest business transactions that everyone within a one mile radius can hear him. He buys women perfumes, gold and other expensive and highly inappropriate gifts very early on in the relationship. He will show up late, again with expensive gifts, when a simple courtesy call would have sufficed. Typically, he is incredibly busy and assumes a gift from every location he visits will suffice for his time &amp;amp; attention. Mr Rich has no respect for his woman he thinks money can buy affection. Avoid him. A cat is more of a companion than Mr Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-Mr Predictable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his name suggests, Mr Predictable does not have an original bone in his body to save his life, lest his DNA. He will have the same car as his friends, dress as he thinks he is expected to dress, say what he is expected to say &amp;amp; at the right cues, and laugh at all the appropriate jokes. He will follow other people’s advice on every decision he makes about his life. He will say what you want him to say. He will always agree with you. He will do the ‘safe’ thing. He plans his week with accurate minute detail, for example when he will have a shower and what time he will call his mother. He follows the flock. If you are expecting a spark from Mr Predictable, you will be waiting a long time, avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-Mr Needy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man will tell you he loves you a week after he has met you. He will call you 10 times a day just to ‘hear your voice’. He will have made plans and booked out your weekends and evenings months in advance. He is usually ‘just in the same area’ on a number of suspiciously high occasions. Mr Needy has difficulty accepting NO, he doesn’t really like your friends. Mr Needy is defensive and often is short tempered, whereby a swift and prolonged apology follows. Mr Needy’s are scary men, avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-Mr Romantic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has taken a note pad and watched every romantic movie on earth. He will arrive with red roses, a box of chocolate (nice) and will always have an over-used and clichéd phrase ready for you. Mr Romantic still uses a curler perm on his hair and uses mouth freshener before a date. He will take you to the same routine restaurants. He will recite popular poems to you that he deems ‘romantic’. Nothing that ever comes out of Mr Romantic’s mouth is romantic; he uses the same old lines, same old ideas of what it is to be romantic. Whilst we commend him for his efforts, Mr Romantic makes you cringe, avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-Mr Married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Farax has realized at the tender age of 30-something that he really did not get the most out of his youth. He did not chase enough Halimos’, did not attend enough parties and was sold short by marrying his first cousin given to him by Adeer Xaji. This man has an unusually expansive knowledge about the nature of Halimos’, this alone should raise alarm bells. He leaves his wife at home and roams parties and weddings, in search of an unsuspecting young Halimo to whom he will attest his singlehood until it is too late. Once he is discovered, he will manoeuvre quickly to explain to her that he will divorce his cousin-wife for the ‘woman of his dreams’. He will feed you sob stories about how he was forced, no longer loves or shares a bed with his wife. This is a lie. Mr Married will never leave his wife, and if in the unlikely event that he does, he will only stay with you until the next young thing comes along, whereby the whole process is repeated again. Mr Marrieds are a scar on our society’s body, avoid them at all costs, and never let them get in the first word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-Mr Every Female’s Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close relative of MR Romantic, Mr Every Females Friend (EFF) will have you believe that he is ‘just friends’ with every female he cuddles, kisses, hugs and spends hours on the phone with. Mr EFF will have the same smile, the same acute attention &amp;amp; the same look that he bestows on his girlfriend for all his female friends. With Mr EFF there is nothing sacred or reserved for the woman he loves. Avoid him if you want to avoid a life of imposed insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-Mr Mysterious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love an element of mystery in our men. This guy however, takes it to the extreme. He is vague about his background, his family, his job description and so on. He is very elusive and always changes the subject when it gets slightly personal. He will call you, you will not call him. He might instruct you to meet him at far away and obscure places. You might have known him for months but still are none the wiser of who or what kind of person he is. Mr Mysterious has some serious commitment issues and possibly psychological, even James Bond has more of a history. Simply avoid him, no one has that kind of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-Mr Religious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t usually diss religious people, we love wadaads that are honest and faithful. This guy however, subscribes to the ideals of Mr Wadaad but falls short of them. He will lecture against clubs, mixed events and what he refers to as ‘balwad’ such as cigarettes, Shiisha and Jaad. However, you can catch him having the occasional buff of cigarette/shiisha with his friends at a questionable venue, laughing with some good looking women, presumably ‘keeping his male friends in line’ or stepping out of a car that is blasting with the latest Acon/50 cent song. He will also give you speeches about the importance of giving up one’s time, being involved in the community &amp;amp; caring about the Ummah when he really can be found sleeping in on weekends, nearly missing Duhur prayer. Avoid his hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-Mr Metrosexual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Farax has seriously over-subscribed into the notion of the new 21st century man. Not only does he watch The OC and Trinidy and Susannah’s how to dress show, he believes in the whole equality thing to the extend that you might as well be one of his male friends. He does not appreciate femininity. He expects his woman to go Dutch all the time. He will roam your beauty bag for the latest moisturizer and expensive lip conditioner you would rather not share. This man knows more about hair shampoos than you do. He will insist on a mini breaks during dinner so that you can both ‘freshen up’. He will fight with you for precious mirror spaces to be found in window shops, parked car side mirrors or the decorative restaurant lobby walled mirrors. He is a pain, avoid him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-6791249968326777175?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6791249968326777175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=6791249968326777175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/6791249968326777175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/6791249968326777175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-mr-im-so-educated-usually-we-love_29.html' title='10 Guys to avoid'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-4679716444910485827</id><published>2008-01-29T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:43:00.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Somali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cycle 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americas Next top Models'/><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model Cycle 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59rwfk-_FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aOk7vVjED-8/s1600-h/Fatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160962178844392530" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59rwfk-_FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aOk7vVjED-8/s320/Fatima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just saw the adverts for America's next top model I been a fan of the show since the beginning.I always used to say one of those days a Somali girl is going to be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;America's&lt;/span&gt; next top model, it has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; happened in cycle 10.I am a bit sad i wont see the show yet as it starts in the states February 20Th.But i will be googling this cycle and watching it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; if its uploaded.well here's is the first Somali contestant of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt; .Her name is Fatima she's a Student from Boston, Massachusetts.I hope she goes far in the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-4679716444910485827?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4679716444910485827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=4679716444910485827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/4679716444910485827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/4679716444910485827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/americas-next-top-model-cycle-10.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model Cycle 10'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59rwfk-_FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aOk7vVjED-8/s72-c/Fatima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-4807471550588828684</id><published>2008-01-29T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:19:58.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somali Aroos weddings'/><title type='text'>This the season to get wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I have been invited to 6 weddings, 2 in December 3 this month &amp;amp; 1 February. Everyone I know is getting married. It’s like every girl I know is afraid to be over 24 and still not married. I personally like Somali weddings (as long as it’s not a family wedding) because you have to work like as slave and nothing goes right. You have family members fighting it’s just Too much drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Reasons I love Somali weddings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Everyone is glamorous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;You see people you haven’t seen in a century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;You can dance the night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Finishes 2-3am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;The bride changes her outfits more then a celebrity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;“Bring it out” “Bring it out” the best Dirac are coming out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Other things you need to know about a Somali weddings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;it suppose to start 8pm,but doesn't start till 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;only the bride is allowed to wear white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;there is no such thing as too many colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Most brides &amp;amp; grooms arrive 11pm-12am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Never kiss your bride on the lips.(unless you have a death wish on your wedding day) I know what your thinking "&lt;strong&gt;WHAT" these people are married!&lt;/strong&gt; yeah i know but its very disrespectfull in our culture to do certain things in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59Xrfk--7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/a8DW0My3VdQ/s1600-h/n724669023_316572_4145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160940102712490930" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59Xrfk--7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/a8DW0My3VdQ/s320/n724669023_316572_4145.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59X5vk--8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/SR3UHoFaxOs/s1600-h/n724669023_316574_6681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160940347525626818" style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59X5vk--8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/SR3UHoFaxOs/s320/n724669023_316574_6681.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59X_fk--9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0DoP-d4tAY/s1600-h/n724669023_316575_7405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160940446309874642" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59X_fk--9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0DoP-d4tAY/s320/n724669023_316575_7405.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59bPfk--_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/QIJo8EMj948/s1600-h/n724669023_316454_524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160944019722664946" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59bPfk--_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/QIJo8EMj948/s320/n724669023_316454_524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59YOPk---I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MZxPPRWYp-A/s1600-h/Farhias+cousins+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160940699712945122" style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59YOPk---I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MZxPPRWYp-A/s320/Farhias+cousins+wedding.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59bcvk-_BI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c1hE-e5FXBw/s1600-h/n724669023_316456_3869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160944247355931666" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59bcvk-_BI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c1hE-e5FXBw/s320/n724669023_316456_3869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59bVvk-_AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3EsDUNqoLrg/s1600-h/wedding+part2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160944127096847362" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59bVvk-_AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3EsDUNqoLrg/s320/wedding+part2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-4807471550588828684?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4807471550588828684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=4807471550588828684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/4807471550588828684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/4807471550588828684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-season-to-get-wed.html' title='This the season to get wed'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R59Xrfk--7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/a8DW0My3VdQ/s72-c/n724669023_316572_4145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-2521972691267066296</id><published>2008-01-29T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:12:30.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A YOUNG FARAX ABOUT TOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A Somali guy who has just recently emigrated walks in to a local club on a Saturday night. Being unaware of local fashion trends and dancing style, the young man is eager to impress and socialize as he flaunts his best G'string 1980's Adidas vest underneath his Multi coloured shirt, accompanied by his winning stonewashed boot cut jeans and 1990's Reebok clasics. Amazed and astounded by what his eyes witness. During the little static time between the loud and barely understandable music which he hears, he manages to ask a local girl what it is that they are doing; "well their simply busting a move and throwing some bowls you?!" replied the young lady. The young man then enquires as to what she meant by "bust a move", at which the girl replied "you know shaking that booty...". The young man then suddenly has a moment of realization as to what it is your meant to do on the dance floor. Thusly, he situates himself on a beautiful furnished table of tropical flowers in oriental style Vases near the dance floor as began to prepare himself for the next song and his chance at impressing some local talent. Then, his moment arrives, and Mystical's, "shake that a***" begins to vibrate through the building, thusly the young man grabs a vase in one hand and begins to walk over to the dance floor, where at which point he begins to rigidly move with the music. Then, with the free arm which was not carrying the vase he began perform his piece de resistance. Thusly, the young man, with a great big swing of his arm, punched the vibrating bottom of a woman standing next to him, and with the other, threw the beautiful oriental vase on the dance floor, breaking it into a thousand pieces and bringing the club to a grinding halt. Moments later,club security rushed the dance floor, sending him to the ground with a painful sounding thug. Later, after being questioned bout the motives behind his actions, he said, in a accent not uncommon to that of recent arrivals from Somali " i was simbly Busting a move, and throwing some bowls" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-2521972691267066296?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2521972691267066296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=2521972691267066296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/2521972691267066296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/2521972691267066296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/young-farax-about-town.html' title='A YOUNG FARAX ABOUT TOWN'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-7728490112603748249</id><published>2008-01-29T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:32:20.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detoxing</title><content type='html'>I am trying a detox diet.....I have never been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believer&lt;/span&gt; but it never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; to try new things.my skin is looking horrible these days, I have red spots all over my face.my Lichen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;planus&lt;/span&gt; is still showing dark spots all over.I know the lichen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;planus&lt;/span&gt; can take up to years to heal but detoxing can't possible hurt. here is some of the detox diets i found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemon &amp;amp; Olive Detox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon &amp;amp; Olive oil drink can be taken daily.To make this you need one organic/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unwaxed&lt;/span&gt; lemon one table spoon of Extra virgin olive oil, a glass &amp;amp; a half of clean spring water or filtered if available tap water.Wash the Lemon, cut out any dark bits, then roughly chop the whole thing including the rind &amp;amp; put in a blender.Add the table spoon of Virgin Olive oil &amp;amp; the glass &amp;amp; a half of water - blend this for 60 seconds - strain &amp;amp; serve.&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to gain weight split the drink into three portions &amp;amp; drink with each meal throughout the day.This drink manages to restore the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PH&lt;/span&gt; of your saliva which in turn helps you to absorb the nutrients from the food you eat.If drunk all in one go fir&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160911201877556130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R589ZPk--6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Vp6MOYSWElU/s320/lemon-detox-lemonade-diet-master-cleanse.gif" border="0" /&gt;st thing in the morning (an hour before eating) it will flush &amp;amp; detox the Liver &amp;amp; Gallbladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R589ZPk--6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Vp6MOYSWElU/s1600-h/lemon-detox-lemonade-diet-master-cleanse.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-7728490112603748249?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7728490112603748249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=7728490112603748249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/7728490112603748249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/7728490112603748249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/detoxing.html' title='Detoxing'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R589ZPk--6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Vp6MOYSWElU/s72-c/lemon-detox-lemonade-diet-master-cleanse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-7355305152787736579</id><published>2008-01-28T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:00:15.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know your somali when'/><title type='text'>you know you somalian when........</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You already know what your having for dinner – Bariis or Baasta (Rice or Spaghetti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Eat bananas with every meal (Usually Bariis or Baasta), and your probably eating one as you are reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have more than 5 siblings and another 10 relatives in one House!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You love eating Canjeera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your mother invites people you’ve never seen before to your house, and she tells you its your Eda, Atheer, or Inn-Atheer (Aunt, Uncle, Or Cousin) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know which tribe you are, and so quick to tell any other Somali person, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every Somali you know is some how related to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know 10 Mohammed’s in and you probably have Mohamed, Ahmed, Hassan and Abdisomething in one of your three names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have 100’s of cousins you’ve never met, but its cool, cause you can basically visit any country and have a relative to stay with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You bite your batteries or put it in the freezer thinking it will magically recharge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You got your ass wooped by your Hooyo(mom) or Aabo(dad), and they’d always hit you with the closest Dacas(sandles) or stick!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are a somali woman if you crash weddings, and as soon as you get in there you ask ppl who’s the bride &amp;amp; groom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When Your with a person of the opposite sex, u gotta hide from any Somali man/woman cause you know soon as they get home, the news will some how filter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You celebrate your birthday on January 1…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Skinny or Fat, because theres no in-between for Somalis .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You call a towel, ‘Toowal’,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You say ‘Sigis’ instead of 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your planning to get married before the age of 24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know your somali when your hooyo(mom) screams on long distance phone calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know your somali when you hang curtains infront of doorways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know your somali when you re-use cooking saleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know your Somali lady when you got 5 brothers ready to fuck up any fool that try to holla at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you’re Somali when your hoyoo(mom) is the kitchen drinking shah(tea) gossiping.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know your Somali when you leave your money at home, cause you know soon as you hit a restaurant with your friends they all gonna ask for money... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Know Your Somali living abroad when everyone in your house 18 or under is getting government aid..and hALF of THEm WORK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Know your Somali when you say close the lights instead of turn off the lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Know your Somali when the back of ur TV remote control has some sort of Tape on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know your Somali when every other word out of ur mouth is ‘wallahi’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you're Somali when...your mom &amp;amp; 10 of her friends/neighbours carpool together to go visit a sick person in the hospital....Then get mad at the hospital staff when told there can only be 2 visitors at a time in the room - the rest need to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you somali if you say "surely you are another one" when amazed by a person!! (direct translation of "Kukale baad tahay" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you're Somali...if you pride yourself on being the "Somali".... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you're Somali...if you try to support Somali run businesses (just because they're your ppl, even if you can get a better service elsewhere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-7355305152787736579?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7355305152787736579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=7355305152787736579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/7355305152787736579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/7355305152787736579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-already-know-what-your-having-for.html' title='you know you somalian when........'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-6930640827016645596</id><published>2008-01-28T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:54:54.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salma's suprise party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R58vBvk--4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yvRlxOy_nKU/s1600-h/baloon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160895404987841410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R58vBvk--4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yvRlxOy_nKU/s200/baloon.bmp" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Excited about going to Salmas birthday party on Friday.I haven't bought anything yet,but I'll be hitting the shops tomorrow.I hope this party is better then Zuhaina &amp;amp; Fardus birthday party on the 18Th January which was a boring &amp;amp; lifeless party.reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was no food.I know i almost starved to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not enough people you say? yeah i could honestly count how with 2 hands how many people attended that "PARTY".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Same Music Repeated all night long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life less i tell you life less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope this one is better,I will be prepared to take photos for evidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-6930640827016645596?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6930640827016645596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=6930640827016645596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/6930640827016645596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/6930640827016645596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/s-suprise-birthday-party.html' title='Salma&apos;s suprise party.'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R58vBvk--4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yvRlxOy_nKU/s72-c/baloon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-6605987253609668124</id><published>2008-01-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:10:24.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R542Zfk--zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FloHzpOo3Xc/s1600-h/140.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160622034614418226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R542Zfk--zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FloHzpOo3Xc/s200/140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Born in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mogadishu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogadishu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mogadishu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Somalia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somalia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, K'naan spent his childhood in the district of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Wardhiigleey" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Wardhiigleey&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wardhiigleey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (the "River of Blood") His aunt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Magool" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Magool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, was one of East Africa's most famous singers. K'naan's father, Abdi, left the country, along with many other intellectuals to settle in New York and work as a cab driver. He mailed money home to his family—and for K'naan, hip hop albums by artists like Nas and Rakim.Despite speaking no English, the young K'naan taught himself hip hop and rap diction, copying the lyrics and style phonetically.As the civil war continued and the situation in Somalia continued to deteriorate, K'naan's mother, Marian Mohamed, petitioned the US embassy for an exit visa. In 1991, on the last day the US embassy remained open as the government of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mohamed Siad Barre" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohamed_Siad_Barre"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mohamed Siad Barre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; was collapsed, their visa was approved, and they boarded the last commercial flight out of the country.They joined relatives in Harlem, New York City, before moving to Rexdale Ontorio , where there was a large Somali Canadian community,and his family still lives. In his new country, K'naan began learning English—and also began to start rapping. He dropped out of school in grade ten to travel for a time, rapping at open mic events, and eventually returned to Toronto,Ontario.K'naan become a friend and associate of Canadian promoter Sol Guy, who helped him to get a gig speaking before the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Nations_High_Commissioner_for_Refugees"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in 1999 where he performed a spoken word piece criticizing the UN for their failed aid mission to Somalia One of the audience members, Senegalese singerYoussou N'Dour , was so impressed by the young MC's performance and courage that he invited him to contribute to his 2001 album Building Bridges, a project through which K'naan was able to tour the world.This project lead to his work at other UN events, as well as the Montreal Jazz Festival. It also helped him meet Canadian producer Jarvis Church and his Track &amp;amp; Field team in 2002, who produced his debut album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="The Dusty Foot Philosopher" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dusty_Foot_Philosopher"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Dusty Foot Philosopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, which was released in 2005 to critical acclaim. In 2006, it won the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Juno Award for Rap Recording of the Year" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juno_Award_for_Rap_Recording_of_the_Year"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Juno Award for Rap Recording of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and was nominated for the inaugural Polaris Music Prize . It also won the BBC Radio 3 Award for World Music in the newcomer category for 2007.The Dusty Foot Philosopher will be re-released and re-packaged as a "Deluxe Edition" featuring new mixes and a bonus DVD in the United States (and various internationial territories) by the emerging media company and record label iM (Interdependent Media, Inc.) in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787160473812909067-6605987253609668124?l=somalianstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6605987253609668124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787160473812909067&amp;postID=6605987253609668124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/6605987253609668124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/6605987253609668124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/rising-star.html' title='Rising Star'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R542Zfk--zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FloHzpOo3Xc/s72-c/140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-3487994518666449949</id><published>2008-01-28T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:50:28.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somali models'/><title type='text'>The Other somali models......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yasmin Warsame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yasmin Abshir Warsame is a Somali-born Canadian supermodel. In 2004, she was named "The most alluring Canadian" in a poll by Fashion Magazine.She moved from Somalia to Toronto, Canada when she was fifteen. Warsame began modelling in 2000 with a booking for the Sears catalogue in Toronto. She was in her early 20s – and five months pregnant with her son Hamzah – when she accepted this shoot. She worked as a fashion model in Canada for almost two years. Her look, however, was considered too "haute couture" for the local scene, making work scarce. So, in the summer of 2002, Warsame headed to Paris. In that year her break-through came by a feature for the Italian&lt;br /&gt;Vogue,fotographed by Steven Meisel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54HyPk--aI/AAAAAAAAACE/KjxsObrT3SM/s1600-h/yasmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160570782769674658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54HyPk--aI/AAAAAAAAACE/KjxsObrT3SM/s200/yasmine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160569915186280850" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54G_vk--ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2F1Dazq8R2s/s200/yasmin.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54SxPk--cI/AAAAAAAAACU/qy6b7vYDchs/s1600-h/may07_yasminW_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160582860217711042" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54SxPk--cI/AAAAAAAAACU/qy6b7vYDchs/s200/may07_yasminW_250.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54T4Pk--dI/AAAAAAAAACc/XcEvqbtLcP4/s1600-h/beautiyasmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160584079988423122" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54T4Pk--dI/AAAAAAAAACc/XcEvqbtLcP4/s200/beautiyasmin.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54Ucvk--eI/AAAAAAAAACk/3WpHw1eF52w/s1600-h/mina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160584707053648354" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54Ucvk--eI/AAAAAAAAACk/3WpHw1eF52w/s200/mina.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waris Dirie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirie was born into a nomadic tribe in Somalia. Her home was a portable hut woven from grass.By chance, she was discovered by photographer Terence Donovan, who put her face on the cover of the 1987 Pirelli calendar. From there, her career took off, being placed in ads for designers such as Chanel . "It's very sad that I had to make the choice to leave my country and at the same time I did not want to leave," she said. "Africa is different. I was young. I had nothing to worry about. I had my family, I had my animals, I had my simple life. It was beautiful." Dirie now lives in Vienna, Austria but still feels the contrasts between the West and her war-torn home. "Here it seems like it is chaos forever and I'm trying to sit down for a moment and there's no time for that," she laughed. "In Somalia we don't have clocks so we don't care what time it is. But in the West, everything is money-money, power, sucking, sucking away. It is never enough."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54Vovk--fI/AAAAAAAAACs/KnS5-gYZ3Zc/s1600-h/abb_waris_drie_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160586012723706354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54Vovk--fI/AAAAAAAAACs/KnS5-gYZ3Zc/s200/abb_waris_drie_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54WAvk--gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UMMkdXWV68g/s1600-h/gesichter_waris_dirie_beitrag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160586425040566786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54WAvk--gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UMMkdXWV68g/s200/gesichter_waris_dirie_beitrag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54WTPk--hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bWdldafuBdw/s1600-h/dirie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160586742868146706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54WTPk--hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bWdldafuBdw/s200/dirie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54a8_k--pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nLn9pB5e3ow/s1600-h/Waris%20Derie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160591858174196370" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54a8_k--pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nLn9pB5e3ow/s200/Waris%2520Derie1.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54bSPk--qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZDEMYdVXqpk/s1600-h/52558848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160592223246416546" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54bSPk--qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZDEMYdVXqpk/s200/52558848.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katja Shchekina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katja Shchekina, born May 18, 1986 in Perm, Russia) is a Russian and Somali supermodel. She is of Somali and Russian heritage. Shchekina possesses a unique kind of beauty that transcends tradtional looks, making her internationally appealing in the world of fashion advertising. Shchekina sometimes is mistaken as being from a new wave of Brazilian models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54dNPk--uI/AAAAAAAAAEk/omQI0_w8u00/s1600-h/katja.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160594336370326242" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54dNPk--uI/AAAAAAAAAEk/omQI0_w8u00/s200/katja.bmp" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54c2fk--rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6UCVn1UZgF8/s1600-h/200px-Katjawiki54321a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160593945528302258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54c2fk--rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6UCVn1UZgF8/s200/200px-Katjawiki54321a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54c7fk--sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k35Kcd6aKEk/s1600-h/01_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160594031427648194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54c7fk--sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k35Kcd6aKEk/s200/01_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54dCfk--tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/quM8e9nZ-yY/s1600-h/Katja+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160594151686732498" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54dCfk--tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/quM8e9nZ-yY/s200/Katja+2.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54elPk--wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ilqnWxTpZE/s1600-h/00350m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160595848198814466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54elPk--wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ilqnWxTpZE/s200/00350m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kadra Ahmed Omar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born on 1975 in Ethiopia but of Somalian descent. Worked in agencies in New York - Elite, Paris - Elite, Milan - Elite. Kadra was discovered by French television presenter, Nicolas Hulot, who introduced her to the Elite agency in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54ZgPk--lI/AAAAAAAAADc/VvAt3n3YaVA/s1600-h/000000077689-kadra_ahmed-omar-fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160590264741329490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54ZgPk--lI/AAAAAAAAADc/VvAt3n3YaVA/s200/000000077689-kadra_ahmed-omar-fullsize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54Zpvk--mI/AAAAAAAAADk/dC8C715cwFE/s1600-h/000000064803-kadra_ahmed-omar-fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160590427950086754" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54Zpvk--mI/AAAAAAAAADk/dC8C715cwFE/s200/000000064803-kadra_ahmed-omar-fullsize.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54aEvk--nI/AAAAAAAAADs/41Z9MkMo_p4/s1600-h/000000077685-kadra_ahmed-omar-fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160590891806554738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54aEvk--nI/AAAAAAAAADs/41Z9MkMo_p4/s200/000000077685-kadra_ahmed-omar-fullsize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54aJfk--oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8poYQ7ll1_c/s1600-h/000000077688-kadra_ahmed-omar-fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160590973410933378" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54aJfk--oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8poYQ7ll1_c/s200/000000077688-kadra_ahmed-omar-fullsize.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ubah Hassan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787160473812909067/posts/default/3487994518666449949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somalianstars.blogspot.com/2008/01/other-somali-models.html' title='The Other somali models......'/><author><name>SGG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008199933793259499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54HyPk--aI/AAAAAAAAACE/KjxsObrT3SM/s72-c/yasmine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787160473812909067.post-5693628961020709292</id><published>2008-01-28T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:40:40.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iman the Somali Superwoman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54DHfk--XI/AAAAAAAAABs/vvPsll3L3d8/s1600-h/stimana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160565650283755890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMdG-xhXiww/R54DHfk--XI/AAAAAAAAABs/vvPsll3L3d8/s200/stimana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost i would like to welcome everyone to my first blog.this blog is mainly dedicated Somalis around the world.everything you need to know about Somali Culture,life,Traditions and Celebs you can find it here.its only right my first post is dedicated to the "first" lady of Somalia also known as &lt;strong&gt;iman&lt;/strong&gt;.as many of you know &lt;strong&gt;Iman&lt;/strong&gt; was the first African model to be featured on the cover of Vogue in 1979 and soon followed with being the first African woman to sign a major cosmetics contract.Iman made ways for other Somali girls to enter the fashion industry. 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