| how to get windows live messenger to kiss your ass. lol... |
Jun 30, 2007 3:32 pm
Mood: happy, 740 Views | | Finally got it working. Whew! After having my password being rejected about, o, I don't know, 5 times! Must...control...Iraqi temper...must...not...smash...comp...lol! So I'm back online, after being booted constantly, and I think it likes me now. Whew! My efforts paid off! Jumping up! yay! | |
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| you know ur an Iraqi when... |
Jun 17, 2007 7:21 pm
948 Views | Hahaha test ur Iraqiness
1. You originally have no Arab blood, you're either Turkish, Iranian, Assyrian, Chaldean, Kurdish, Turkomen, or Indian in origin, but somehow you're Arab!
2. When surrounded by other Arab nationalities and you speak Iraqi no one knows what the hell you're saying.
3. When talking to Egyptians your Iraqi accent turns Egyptian, when talking to Lebanese, your accent turns Lebanese, ...etc.
4. If you're a guy, all the Iraqi women already have their eyes on you and want you for their daughter.
5. If you're a girl, all the Iraqi women think their sons are too good for you.
6. When Iraqi women get together, they all compete in who's got the loudest voice, and they all talk at the same time.
7. Every Iraqi family is dysfunctional in one way or another.
8. Every Iraqi has a bit of im3aydee in them.
9. Iraqis have an extensive and exclusive swearing vocabulary ranging from 'incheb-ee', 'islayma', 'ibn al zafra', 'sarsaree', 'gawad', 'taras', 'barboog',
'thowla', 'booma', '3ama', 'quz al qurt', 'wuja3', 'ghabra', ..etc.
10. There is no such thing as elegant eating in an Iraqi household.
11. Everyone has at least one Ali in their immediate family.
12. If lunch doesn't include rice, its not considered a meal.
13. Kathem al Saher is considered handsome amongst Iraqis.
14. When Iraqi guys try to pick up girls, their approach is maybe a bit too aggressive "Hay shlown jamal ya bint al kalb", "Lich hay weyn ray7ah, ta3alee
ihna, khen ger-gir?", "Shinoo hal kaykah, jawa3teenee".
15. Being romantic is foreign to Iraqis, when they try to be, it's so unsuitable that ladies prefer the true Iraqi way better.
16. Every Iraqi knows every family or clan in the entire nation of Iraq, and somehow you always know a specific story about them.
17. Every Iraqi you meet abroad was a neighbor or is a neighbor back home.
18. When Iraqis dance to 3adel 3ogla or Hatem al 3raqi, everyone returns to their im3aydee roots, everyone goes wild, and all the other non-Iraqis get
scared.
19. Saying the word 'Baghdad' makes Iraqis cry hysterically.
20. During a wedding, all the young single people are checking each other out.
21. You've been beaten up to death by a Na3al (slipper) at least once in your life.
22. It is not biologically possible for Iraqis to have a small nose.
23. Sarcasm is part of Iraqi DNA, You never know whether the joke is a joke or not!
24. To be Iraqi you must drink chai (tea) five times a day.
25. Everyone owns a leather jacket, big shoulder pads and a thick belt is a MUST!
26. You have guests over for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and after midnight.
27. If an Iraqi accidentally trips on a banana peel in the street, he starts cursing and blaming the government.
28. Iraqis are all natural born faultfinders.
But all in all.....WE RULE!!! | |
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| try this recipe... |
Jun 14, 2007 8:41 pm
867 Views | Ma'mounia
Ingredients
3 cups water
2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon lemon juice
½ cup sweet (unsalted) butter
1 cup semolina flour (a type of wheat flour)
whipped cream
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
Directions
1. Combine water and sugar in a large saucepan. Heat over low heat, stirring constantly until sugar dissolves.
2. Increase heat slowly, bringing the mixture (which will begin to look like syrup) to a boil. Add lemon juice.
3. Reduce heat and let simmer until syrup thickens slightly (about 10 minutes). Set aside.
4. In another saucepan, melt butter and add semolina flour. Stir until semolina is lightly browned.
5. Add the syrup from the other pan. Simmer the mixture another 10 minutes, stirring constantly.
6. Remove from heat and let cool 20 minutes.
7. Spoon ma'mounia into individual serving bowls, top with whipped cream, and sprinkle with cinnamon.
Makes 4 servings.
Tell me if u actually try this. I want 2 know how it went! | |
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| wacky Iraqi haha |
Jun 13, 2007 4:55 pm
Mood: hyper, 906 Views | | Lol! I'm super hyper 2day 4 some odd reason. I'm totally bouncing off every wall in sight! Laughing at things that aren't even funny...hahaha....Even laughing at something that fell down. Lol I get in these moods the odd time...More like a couple times a week, it's fun...especially when u have a cam, and u can film urself when ur like this! Wooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Haha lol. I guess the name fits?+ Come 2 think of it, can't remember the last time I was called that...+ | |
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| uh, biiiiiiiiiiiig mistake.... |
Jun 12, 2007 4:27 pm
Mood: silly, 902 Views | | Lol I was just revising my profile, and it says I speak English, not Arabic...I mean, Arabic is my official language, and yes, I speak English lol, but I wanted Arabic darnit! What is wrong with meeeeeeeeeee! Don't I read before I post or add? Jees! | |
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| they're not funny...not funny at all... |
Jun 11, 2007 7:22 pm
850 Views | Haha lol. I rarely ever laugh at Iraqi jokes....but....here r some that had me rotflmao!
Enjoy!!!
Iraqi TV Guide
MONDAY
8:00 Husseinfeld
8:30 Mad About Everything
9:00 Suddenly Sanctions
9:30 Saddam Appeal
TUESDAY
8:00 Wheel of Fortune and Terror
8:30 The Price is Right if Saddam Says it's Right
9:00 Children are Forbidden to Say The Darndest Things
9:30 Iraq's Funniest Public Execution Bloopers
WEDNESDAY
8:00 Buffy the Yankee Imperialist Dog Slayer
8:30 Diagnosis: Heresy
9:00 Just Shoot Me
9:30 Baghdad Bay Watch
THURSDAY
8:00 Mahatma Loves Chachi
8:30 M*U*S*T*A*S*H
9:00 Veronica's Closet Full of Arms
9:30 My Two Baghdadis
FRIDAY
8:00 Judge Saddam
8:30 Captured Iranian Soldiers Say The Darndest Things9:00 Achmed's Creek
9:30 No-witness News
11:00pm late Night Movie: Saddam Deep Throat
Saddam Hussein, curious to see how his newly implemented decree allowing Iraqis to travel abroad for the first time in years heads down to the passport
office. Once there he joins the line. One after another the passport seekers ahead of him insist that President Saddam take their place. Very quickly he
has moved to the head of the line and he is dealing with the clerk. The clerk issues President Saddam his passport with lightning speed. The president
thanks the clerk, then turns around to discover that all those in line behind him have vanished without a trace. Saddam turns back to the clerk and asks
what has happened. "Simple," says the clerk, "if you leave Iraq, no one else has to."
Saddam Hussein and Bill Clinton meet up in Baghdad for the first round of talks in a new peace process. When Bill sits down, he notices three buttons on
the side of Saddam's chair.
They begin talking. After about five minutes Saddam presses the first button. A boxing glove springs out of a box on the desk and punches Clinton in the
face. Confused, Clinton carries on talking as Saddam laughs.
A few minutes later the second button is pressed. This time a big boot comes out and kicks Clinton in the shin. Again Saddam laughs, and again Clinton carries
on talking, not wanting to put off the bigger issue of peace between the two countries.
But when the third button is pressed and another boot comes out and kicks Clinton in the privates, he's finally had enough, knowing that he can't do much
without them functioning well.
"I'm going back home!" he tells the Iraqi. "We'll finish these talks in two weeks!"
A fortnight passes and Saddam flies to the United States for talks. As the two men sit down, Hussein notices three buttons on Clinton's chair and prepares
himself for the Yank's revenge.
They begin talking and Bill presses the first button. Saddam ducks, but nothing happens. Clinton snickers. A few seconds later he presses the second button.
Saddam jumps up, but again nothing happens. Clinton roars with laughter. When the third button is pressed, Saddam jumps up again, and again nothing happens.
Clinton falls on the floor in a fit of hysterics.
"Forget this," says Saddam. "I'm going back to Baghdad!"
Clinton says through tears of laughter: " there is nothing left of Baghdad , or even Iraq , I have just blow it up with a nukes".
Hahaha....u have my permission 2 laugh ur face off....lol! | |
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| o whoa! Whoa! |
Jun 9, 2007 11:06 pm
Mood: weird, 900 Views | | O my god what a dream I had last night! It's around 11 now, and haha, I haven't quite gotten out of zombie mode? O well? Ya so anyways there were these people I work with, I don't actually work with them...but I did in the dream. First thing I remember, we were all sitting in a line against a wall in this small little room? Really uncomfortable in there! Wow! Anyway so we were sitting, there's this music playing in the background and it sounds like an Indian Therevada Buddhist chant type thingie. Don't ask...Everyone was talking like Buddhists. I know I know. Lanka don't say anything. Buddhists talk normal! But I mean it sounded like we were chanting and speaking does that make more sense? Ya it was screwed up. Anyway, I was talking in my normal voice 4 the first little while till I decided 2 just join the rest of the group and I started talking like a Buddhist 2. Hahahaha the next thing I know, there's this guy singing with Lanka, and she was singing beautifully! Not that it surprises me, we sing all the time 2gether online. Wow! Anyway, so shes singing with some guy that sounds kind of like Andrea Bocelli. Then the next thing I know, shes singing the same song with me? Uh, by the way? The song was the prayer. Try 2 get an Iraqi 2 sing a classical opera song! O man! Anyway we were singing it! Picture that! hahahahahaha so...When we finished, I found it hard 2 breathe in the room 4 some reason. Just b4 I woke up, I heard some1 talking about a roadside bomb. O we're in Falluja now all of a sudden. I'm already there anyway hahahehe but I wasn't the rest of the time, neither was Lanka, who I had lost by now. So anyway I'm back home, and someone keeps rambling on about this roadside frigging bomb and I'm like, uh, must...go...somewhere....But the thing is, I don't even know where this damn bomb is suppose 2 be! Arg! Grumble...curse...So that brings me 2 the end of my very twisted, senseless, random dream. I never did find that bomb... | |
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| holding my face up... |
Jun 8, 2007 6:42 pm
Mood: calm, 961 Views | Yep. Gotta hold my face up. the rest of yesterday, and last night went well, now, as I start my new day here, let's see what happens? O, just a lil thought that came 2 me a min ago...Does any1 ever chat in the lobby of ff? I never talk 2 any1 on here, lol, just wondering where every1 goes? Hehe random senseless thought. O well. I'm full of those. Well it's off 2 do who knows what, who knows where.
Loves to all... | |
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| I don't care, ok? I just don't frigging care! God! |
Jun 7, 2007 6:01 pm
Mood: pissed off, 1098 Views | | I used 2, but now I don't care! I don't care if people believe in me or not, I don't care if people find me repulsive 4 1 reason or another, I used 2 wanna know what people thought of Arabs, but I don't even care about that anymore! Grrrrr! So.....mad.... Just recently I got accused of it again. U know....it.....I sent a msg 2 someone, in America, and she goes on and on and on about the old, o u must be a terrorist....bullshite! Kiss mine! Just trying 2 maintain some true and loyal friendships here....Sorry 4 trying to include u in 1 of them! Grumble....curse....If I get accused of this 1 more time....Look! I'm not a freaking terrorist! I'm a genuine person just looking 4 some other genuine people out there. If I was a terrorist, my main goal would be avoiding detection. Not blogging on ff where every1 can read me! God what is wrong with some people's prejudice minds! oooooooooooooooooooo! sooooooooooo maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!Grumble...curse... Excuse me 4 being an Arab! I apologize! | |
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| a little tenderness can do a lot... |
Jun 6, 2007 9:33 pm
Mood: intimate, 946 Views | | With the way I've been these days, I just wish I could be with my baby, on the other side of the globe...Sometimes I think I'm cursed 2 have ended up here instead lol, I love her...She's the 1 who can soothe me,I wonder if she knows how special, how precious she is 2 me...Have I said enough? So hard 2 tell! I don't want 2 leave anything out...I want 2 tell her...I need her in times like this, and she's there. Always. I don't even have 2 look, she's just there. She's my special baby. My tiny gem...I love her... I've officially fallen... | |
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