After a much needed hiatus, I’m back to virtual world and with gusto…(huh!) O’yea, been practicing farming on my 16 x 16 farmland with 5-cows, ducklings, sheep’s, and few hen. Yards of pineapple trees, and land that bore artichokes, peppers, strawberries, wheat…the farm looks fantastic and makes me itchy. And, I keep so busy with all those sloughing and harvesting that often I end up the day with a pirate bath. Eeeks!
O.K., you don’t need seasons to change to grow crops; they are timed and you need to calculate the numbers of ploughed lands and crops; get them hackneyed within the time (else wilted) and keep movin’. Ain’t that a fun? Yea…I got no reasons to commit hara-kiri for failed crops. Everything seems to be growing here. When you visit the farm the corn was knee-high or the cows’ are so full that you need to give them an udder-fuck. (Ouch!)
Overall, it’s fun and I’m the mayor who passed a law stating ‘no whistling on the farm’…does anybody care?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I’m…Man Abbreviated
Some thirty years ago…I born (coz’ the mother was pregnate!!). ‘Twas chilly December when things might have been either frozen OR GOD was getting all cheesy puffs over the idea of humans making baby. Since then, I got to life with no football, no praises, no friends, and seriously nobody ever. A life abbreviated.
Okay! What I was talking? A…about myself. I was ugliest of them all, dumbest of them all, and the ONLY gay among them all. Thus, I was silent of them all. All through my childhood. Always! Talk in mono-syllables, walk in pitch darkness I find an escape route to remain closeted. Thirty years…for such a long time – I was nothin’ but an uglyfuck.
School days happen and passed, but forgotten. I belong to group of Forgotten Children only to be discovered by the school bards’ over the Internet as a chirpy flake. Jesus! What the Hell? Life got real messy with *jobs* (with some 7 companies and hordes of projects) and all said, ‘You did it better but NOT the best.’ Fortune (Luck!) greeted to the one who knows the least while I sulk and continue with life no football, no praises, no friends.
A life abbreviated and always the uglyface.
Okay! What I was talking? A…about myself. I was ugliest of them all, dumbest of them all, and the ONLY gay among them all. Thus, I was silent of them all. All through my childhood. Always! Talk in mono-syllables, walk in pitch darkness I find an escape route to remain closeted. Thirty years…for such a long time – I was nothin’ but an uglyfuck.
School days happen and passed, but forgotten. I belong to group of Forgotten Children only to be discovered by the school bards’ over the Internet as a chirpy flake. Jesus! What the Hell? Life got real messy with *jobs* (with some 7 companies and hordes of projects) and all said, ‘You did it better but NOT the best.’ Fortune (Luck!) greeted to the one who knows the least while I sulk and continue with life no football, no praises, no friends.
A life abbreviated and always the uglyface.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I’m Net-elebrity
Disclaimer: For those who follow me…I intentionally dropped the ‘c’ to sound humble-pie however, the real reason was to escape the most difficult words since I stutter mostly with difficult ‘c’ or‘s’. If you still wondering what it is…honey! I’m a Net-Celebrity.
Ah! Seriously, I never expected somebody to call me that in my weirdest of all fantasies (I got many…so don’t ask which one) but quite flattered. Now, about this gentleman who’s Punjabi-Australian-Chinese-Kannadigan-Tamil descent staying in Singapore is new to my list and seriously mugging up the words from my blog…is my current favorite.
Well…not because he called me ‘a celebrity’ but he’s 24 and young blooded and loves mature. In fact, last night I spend a considerable time to imagine every inch of his *tool*with all precision and wondering how it remain unscratched. Nyways! It’s none of my business…and I’m quite contented with AZ’s. But Net-elebrity???
You're celebrity PI now. You're the story, dude. What? You followers sneak into my private chambers and read out every detail on ‘what I eat?’, ‘how I feel?’, ‘when I last got naked?’ Is there anything called ‘a censor board’. Fine! I don’t need one. Let them all see me with my bare essential. Coming back to this young Punjabi-Australian-Chinese-Kannadigan-Tamil descent (who must be reading this) I’m still trying to figure him by inches yet ‘a big thank you!’ At least, you make me a reason to revive my blog after a hiatus. Thanks for that.
Love'ya! (Waving my hands and offering air-kisses...) Stop acting moron.
Ah! Seriously, I never expected somebody to call me that in my weirdest of all fantasies (I got many…so don’t ask which one) but quite flattered. Now, about this gentleman who’s Punjabi-Australian-Chinese-Kannadigan-Tamil descent staying in Singapore is new to my list and seriously mugging up the words from my blog…is my current favorite.
Well…not because he called me ‘a celebrity’ but he’s 24 and young blooded and loves mature. In fact, last night I spend a considerable time to imagine every inch of his *tool*with all precision and wondering how it remain unscratched. Nyways! It’s none of my business…and I’m quite contented with AZ’s. But Net-elebrity???
You're celebrity PI now. You're the story, dude. What? You followers sneak into my private chambers and read out every detail on ‘what I eat?’, ‘how I feel?’, ‘when I last got naked?’ Is there anything called ‘a censor board’. Fine! I don’t need one. Let them all see me with my bare essential. Coming back to this young Punjabi-Australian-Chinese-Kannadigan-Tamil descent (who must be reading this) I’m still trying to figure him by inches yet ‘a big thank you!’ At least, you make me a reason to revive my blog after a hiatus. Thanks for that.
Love'ya! (Waving my hands and offering air-kisses...) Stop acting moron.
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