Siddhesh was a young lad all of 10 years old.. And like all boys his age he was as notorious as one could be…Climbing over trees.. Stealing mangoes and jamuns from his neighbors’ garden… picking up flowers from the school garden (which was strictly prohibited) and yet he was loved by all…why? Cos the moment he was reprimanded for anything he would turn on his charm with a lost puppy eyed look on his face that could melt even the heart of stone..

A day before his 11^th birthday.. His father came home from work and asked Siddu to be in the best of his behavior as they were expecting guests in the evening,…

Siddu made sure he impeccably dressed… he was feeling so jittery about the whole evening.. he remembered his father often lamenting to his mom about not being able to advance at his workplace.. And they should try and invite his boss over sometime. Considering this, Siddu was completely fidgety the whole evening..

At last the clock struck 7 and there he heard the door bell.. With a heavy heart and a tensed mind he entered the living room to see who this mysterious guest was. His father opened the door and the moment Siddu saw his eyes literally popped out in their eyeballs… There they stood in front of him Pooja and Pinky… his joy knew no bounds.. He dint know whom to look at Pooja or Pinky..  they looked like Angels from heaven above.. a silent prayer of someone… how could God have created anyone as exquisite as them. He was flabbergasted for a while he just stood there gaping at them with his mouth open.. Pretty much like the fish that were in his school aquarium…

He looked from Pooja to Pinky and at last he decided Pinky was it.. The perfect one for him… he couldn’t keep his eyes off her… She was simply out of this world… her skin as white as milk…

 With lovely bright big brown eyes that dazzled anyone who looked into them…The most beautiful he had ever seen… and those lips…. those rose pink lips…and when she moistened them with her tongue

  they wud glisten like small diamonds in the light…  she eyed  him apprehensively wondering wat his intentions were   and he smiled meekly trying to get a grip on his over-flowing madness.

Siddu’s father ushered them in. and he snapped out of his own wonder world wherein he had already pictured her with  half dozen kids n yet loving happily with him..As his father introduced them he gave her his hand to shake Pooja being bolder of two shook hands happily while Pinky,  she was scared and after almost a minute of checking him out from tip to toe she finally accepted.

His joy knew no bounds; he had never seen anyone like her

  She was angel from heaven a pretty princess and yet she was here in his house… When she looked at him he cud feel love swell in his heart and his heart.. It beat with such a hard thudding that he was scared the whole room would hear it.

As her mom made them feel at home and asked them to have a seat Siddu was silently hoping praying she would come and sit next to him. He had even made a deal with God that he would be the perfect good boy to his parents and never ever get into any mishaps or mischief again… he swore to his heart he would be the best boy Pinky had ever met in her life and even before he could complete his promise   she came n sat next to him..Oh! Boy! Was he happy or not… he felt he was the luckiest man on earth to have ever met her.. She was so close to him…her hair so soft…her aroma filled his senses her fragrance so divine…

Sensing his son going bonkers his father told him to show them their house

Good Lord..!! Siddu was on seventh heaven when he heard his father… he felt as if he had kissed the stars and moon and he swore to himself to be the best son ever. He showed them all over the house starting from the balcony, the kitchen, his parents room and finally the last of all he showed his bedroom he was anxious about her reaction cos his room was never well kept but today his instincts seem to have taken over and he had made sure it was spick n span.. And he longed for her appreciation at his effort. As she paced around his room his anxiety knew no bounds but at last her expression confirmed that she seemed to have loved it..Pooja was busy engrossed in his story book collection that she even picked up a couple to read along while Pinky was she was looking around at his toy collection and suddenly she stopped his eyes followed her gaze as they rested on his red and white ball… being as courteous as possible he picked up the ball from atop the shelf and offered it to her. Her eyes immediately lightened up at his gesture but she coyly stood there looking from him to the ball in his hand… he was completely smitten by the way she looked at him that he was completely rooted and stood there gawking at her…it seemed like time froze then and there.. Pooja casually glanced up from the book and saw them and asked him if he was offering to play with the ball… Zapping back to reality he replied in a hoarse husky voice “yes sure, let play”
 and he threw the ball towards Pinky and all three played for some time in his room..

Siddu’s mom announced dinner and they all shepherded into the dining hall… his mom had prepared delicious special dishes tonight and the sumptuous aroma spread across the house.. Pinky’s big brown eyes lit up like small stars glittering across the dark night.. Siddu’s mother has specially bought in a brand new green cutlery for the occasion and she offered a green bowl filled with milk to Pinky… From then on she was his bestest friend… and he never ceased loving her… Siddu was the most doting master anyone could have ever got and there she was slurping the milk his angel his brand new pet a white fluffy lab pup Pinky

Pooja’s pet dog Chinku had delivered a litter of pups recently and Pinky was the first and she was Siddu’s birthday present from his father

I woke up this morning to find fluffy snowflakes sprinkling from the sky! It was very beautiful, although it was also very cold…

Why am I wearing short sleeves?

I decided to head to the warmth and comfort of The Roost, and enjoyed a piping hot cup of Brewster’s House Blend.

Brewster: “Why are you wearing short sleeves?” To which I replied: “Why are YOU wearing a sleeveless vest?!”

After chatting with Brewster, I headed back out into the snowfall. I traversed around town, looking for fossils (Pekoe would like an icytho torso), when I discovered a tiny miracle!

A lovely orange cosmo!

Yesterday, I had haphazardly placed a few adjacent flowers together, in the hope of one day breeding a hybrid. I am happy to report, Sunshine has it’s first sunny hybrid!

…

It was still early in the morning, so most of the villagers were still snug in their beds. However, my next door neighbors, Pinky and Victoria, were wide awake.

Woo hoo! (Why am I wearing a different shirt?)

I was excited to see the tape deck I had sent her, proudly displayed in the corner! She was missing a stereo, and I had just bought a new white boom box, so I thought she would like it (I also wanted to know her “signature song”-it’s Imperial K.K.).

Lastly, I received a new DLC today! I had received the shopping cart yesterday, so I was pleasantly surprised to find Pete waiting outside of my door this morning. It’s adorable! It looks just like my DS.

I REALLY like clapping!

 Oh, and my current room theme is “random”. Hee hee.

Until next time!

-Sarah

WOW……im a fan of the dunk and of Adam as well so this sneaker really does him justice, rite down too the platter holes from the technics 1200’s! if i can get a pair of these i def will.

My densha neko (train cat) always finds it in his day to plow across my desk knocking over all toys who dare get in his way.  I need to invest in some shelving units when we get our new place because as it is now, no toy is safe. O_O

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M left me home on this oh-so-cloudy day so I turned up the 90’s music and mixed some paints.  Phonym now proudly sports a hand-painted face and a blonde head of hair.  I can’t move too far ahead on her body until I make it over to Hobby Lobby for some glossy black.  I have to say that hand painting the eyes is no easy feat.  I am considering one of the mega-fine tip sharpies for outlining the eyes as that would have more precision.

Also the web site plans are going well.   I need to purchase a domain and web hosting but the delay is in my inability to come up with a suitable name for my blog.  I am hoping to have at least a blueprint by Jan. 1st.

Un concierto titulado “Silviando en Caracas. Tributo a un trovador”, se efectuará mañana en la capital venezolana, Caracas,  en homenaje al cantautor cubano Silvio Rodríguez, quien el domingo cumplirá 63 años de edad.

Artistas venezolanos y cubanos participarán en este espectáculo en el Museo de Bellas Artes que incluirá interpretaciones de composiciones de Silvio, así como también lectura de poemas y textos sobre su obra.

Temas como Pequeña serenata diurna, Causas y azares, El necio, El escaramujo y Te doy una canción, entre otras, serán presentadas por Ismael de la Torre, Danilo Vázquez, Pinky, Pavel Póveda, Charly Salgado, Adrián León, Mauricio Figueiral y Raúl Verdecia, informa Prensa Latina.

Asimismo, Dayana Ortiz, Yeniana Ordaz y Julio Viso leerán poemas y textos sobre este músico, nacido el 29 de noviembre de 1946 en el municipio de San Antonio de los Baños, provincia de La Habana, y considerado uno de los mayores impulsores de lanueva canción latinoamericana.

Second to take up the guest blogger tag is a old friend that i know will write some shit that you’ll be interested in….Daniel “BODZ” Boddington (on the left OBVIOUSLY) will be adding to the strong team as of this week, also hopefully he will give me something to post soon….knowing him he is probably writing something NOW!

Well hope everyone will enjoy our guests and treat em mean to keep em keen…..

nP-

As promised, the pictures from my 2nd photo walk with co-worker Natalie and dog Elliot.

This time I brought my girls, though they didnt end up in too many shots, they are kinda shy and I realized  I need to purchase a few more to avoid Pinky:St redundancy in my photos.  All 7 of them came with me except my Street Fighter set because they always look out of place in photos.

We started at the north end of campus and walked through the near deserted medical area to the main campus.

First stop was the duck pond which is personally one of my favorite parts of campus.  Besides the fact that the homeless frequently bathe in it and its absolutely filthy from the little duckies its a great place to watch the students relaxing from their studies, or amercing themselves in them.

We explored a lot of random pathways, led by Natalie who spent her college years there.  I have to say it was still pretty quiet for a Thursday school day.

The amount of bicycles tell me that there must be students stashed somewhere.

One thing I noticed about UNM is that the architecture is very inconsistent.  It varies from old standard american style buildings to american indian pueblo buildings to modern experimental architecture.  I don’t think they could make up their minds.

Lots of strangely placed outdoor stairwells too, very dog friendly.

We spent about 2.5 hours on our adventure, both coming back with some good shots (I hope).  Now that we have hit up Old Town and UNM I don’t know where to pursue next, probably downtown.

Right hand photo of Lyndon Johnson - the 36th US president.

President Lyndon Johnson: right hand waving photo Presidential Palm Reading: the Lyndon Johnson ‘hand-file’! • President: 1963-1969; • Dexterity: right handed; • Hand type: square palm shape; • Fingers: normal finger length, short index finger, long ring finger, long pinky.

In april ‘09 TIME magazine presented a photo essay on the hands of the last 9 US presidents; US palmist Robin Gile was asked to present his palm reading for each president. Without knowing that it was Lyndon Johnson’s hand, this is how Robin Gile described Johnson’s hand:

“The Charisma of a Performer”

“There’s a line that rises from the palm to the ring finger, which shows we’re talking about someone with the charisma of a performer, “ says Robin Gile, co-author of The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Palmistry. “He’s generous. I also see he’s stubborn, in a very passive-aggressive way. Decisions may not have been his strong suit. He didn’t have great mental discipline, he followed the course of least resistance. Overall, more a performer than a leader, I would say.”

MORE DETAILS AVAILABLE AT:

• The hands of the 36th US president: Lyndon Johnson!
• The hands of the last 10 US presidents!
• How to recognize the hand of a US president?
• FINGER RESEARCH – Finger length ratio linked with financial risks!’

A presidential ‘facebook’:

text©2009, Raj Arumugam; pictures: wikipedia

overture

ten fingers
and toes I have
and mostly
for the sake of body peace
I keep them limbs apart

introductions

may I introduce my toes, please:
say ‘hi’ to hallux
and blow a kiss to index toe
and middle toe
and the fourth toe and
say ‘hi baby’ to Pinky Toe

and because I treat
toe and finger all the same,
may I introduce my fingers;
you may shake them all together at once:
thumb, forefinger, middle finger,
ring finger and pinky

the conflict

‘hey, you smelly
fatty midgets!’
holler my fingers
down across to the ground
(and they all even
combine
to prop up the middle finger in
oh, an unmentionable rude, rude sign)

and so my fingers continue:
‘you ten underlings!
you ought to be so ashamed of yourselves
you should cover your heads
in rough cloth!
you yellow scoundrels!’

and my toes
are of course
offended,
and though meek and mild -
provoked, they kick at the chairs
and find too late it’s all quite futile
for the pain that brings
antagonizes the brain;
and unable to reach the fists
the only thing they can do
is to senselessly kick the butt
and so they have many enemies
that prefer to keep them down under

and that’s why I keep my proud fingers
and my low-esteem toes
limbs apart;
and so much do my toes suffer
from insecurity
and rejection and shyness
I keep them covered
for as long as I can in the day
and keep them concealed
below blanket and quilt
even at nights

resolution

as for my fingers,
there is truly no punishment I can mete out
to these rude and aggressive fellows
for when I really look at them
they are absolutely slim and debonair
and tall and elegant
and quite skilled
and so they probably have every right to be proud
and to occasionally lift the middle finger

now, really, can you blame them?

If you’re in and around Brighton check this show out we reckon it’s gonna be a blinder!

HEAD: a mind-expanding leap into the future: As we exit the noughties and leap into a new decade – 9 Artists come together to herald the future:
Pete Fowler, Matt Sewell, Pinkyvision, Russell Maurice, Dan Mudwig, Neasden Control Centre, Milk, Paris and Eco. Well established but distinctly avant-garde these Artists share a vision of the modern world that is abstract, colourful, esoteric, cartoonish, surreal and challenging. Each shares an ability to reflect the joy and celebrate the strange, to capture who we are and where we’re going and to keep moving forward. Join us at Brighton’s biggest and best new Gallery – Prescription Art – for a revolution in the Head – for paintings, murals, prints, live art, installations, ideas, conversations and nu-psychedelic sounds. The Future is coming – Be Ready.

pinkyvision.com
monsterism.net
russellmaurice.com
kuildoosh.com
dasmudwig.com
neasdencontrolcentre.com
mattsewell.co.uk
www.myspace.com/321milk
parispopstop.blogspot.com

But first up, here’s some DVD and Bigeast images.

there’s even siggies

Fanclub

Hello Kitty

Oronamin C

Pinky

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Having bought some new straw on Sunday, I cleaned out the piglets’ ark, a necessary task every few days as they’re still being toilet trained. Although they tend to go to the loo outside, they do go inside as well, presumably at night – especially with all this rain bucketing it down!

So, having cleaned out the wet straw, I gave them about three-quarters of a bale, and left them to it, playing in the suddenly much bigger bed, eating the heads of barley, throwing it about and generally enjoying themselves (their fun was abruptly halted when Pinky and Curly saw what was going on and booted the piglets out so that they could play!).

I then took a second bale down to the sows and gilts, nearly slipping in the mud en route but thankfully managing to stay upright! I only intended to give them about half of the bale, topping it up again later in the week but, being pigs, they had other ideas. I put the bale in the ark, pulled the old straw to the front, which is where the rain comes in, cut the string, carefully removed half, and put the half I wanted to keep in the corner, and set about shaking the sections up. That done, I turned round …. and saw that Perky and Scrumpy had taken matter into their own trotters and had done the same to the other half! I thought they were enjoying the straw that I was shaking about the ark but no, they were making sure they got the whole bale, not half.

So they got the whole bale, though I did tell them that this means they won’t be getting a top up for at least a week.

I don’t think they cared…

Perky in the pig ark - 15 November 2009

- Cérebro, o que você quer fazer esta noite?
- A mesma coisa que fazemos todas as noites, Pinky… Tentar conquistar o mundo!

A verdade é que os dois ratos brancos que utilizam os Laboratórios Acme como base para seus planos mirabolantes já estão dominando o mundo. E o plano é perfeito. Veja bem:

A primeira etapa:

Parodiar a si mesmos. Inventar que são idiotas e que seus planos nunca dão certo. Minar a própria credibilidade a ponto da infantilidade humana. Por isso viraram desenho animado.

Segunda etapa:

Descobrir como invadir as mentes humanas de maneira que ninguém percebesse ou fosse capaz de controlar suas ordens. Pesquisaram por anos a fio e descobriram, então, a Mensagem Subliminar, um tipo de mensagem que não pode ser captada diretamente pelos sentidos humanos, está abaixo do limiar, a menor sensação detectável conscientemente.

Terceira etapa:

Descobrir a melhor maneira de enviar as mensagens sem que os seres humanos percebam. Pesquisadores ligados ao grupo do Inspetor Buginganga detectaram a seguinte conversa via rádio telepatia;

- Cérebro, como vamos enviar mensagens subliminares com nossas ordens aos humanos?
- Bem, Pinky, acho que podemos usar algo ligado às origens humanas, como a comunicação e…
- Lá lá lá… – Pinky viajando na maionese – Tururu…
- Isso! Você é um gênio!
- Ãh?
- Vamos usar a música… – sorriso maldoso nos lábios (é, ratos tem lábios) – Vamos inventar a música eletrônica!
- O que é isso?

E assim começaram seu maldoso plano contra a humanidade. Estudaram anos a fio. A fundo. Entenderam as religiões, os rituais, as crenças.

Viajaram o mundo perambulando tribos indígenas, seitas, grupos fanáticos, oligarquias, estrófes, eras mesozóicas, pcterodáctilas, motocôndricas, ribossômicas, enzimáticas e outras galáxias.

Descobriram o estado de transe! Descobriram que o “Lá lá lá… Tururu…” funcionava muito bem e tornava os seres humanos receptivos a qualquer baboseira.

E então! (ênfase dramática, muito dramática mesmo), lançaram as raves e as trances e o diabo a quatro, por assim dizer.

Fizeram que isso virasse moda, lógico, uma vez que entendem a imbecilidade do homo sapiens em relação ao que o outro pensa (diferente e mais imponente que o ‘eu interior’). E, como moda, aproveitaram para lançar grifes e ganhar dinheiro. Dinheiro que vem bancando seus estudos.

Pesquisaram mais e descobriram o efeito das luzes monocromáticas. E descobriram como eliminar os riscos de claustrofobias (estas neurazinhas que o homem inventou pra si mesmo). Inventaram que estes eventos, na sua maioria, ocorreriam em locais abertos, perto da natureza (agradando aos religiosos), durante a noite e o dia (agradando aos mochileiros), frequentados por nichos diferentes (agradando aos nichos diversos, aos jornalistas, aos produtores, aos jovens, aos velhos, aos gordos, aos esquizofrênicos, etc) e inventaram o PATROCÍNIO! Ohhhhhh…

Por fim, num ato de extrema magnitude, inventaram AS DROGAS! Drogas específicas para consumo durante tais eventos. Drogas inibidoras de tal coisa e exibidoras de outra coisa, mas o fato é: drogas que potencializam o efeito imbecil do estado de transe absorvendo a mensagem subliminar.

Pacote completo!

Desviam a nossa atenção, claro. Usam todas as mídias para nos embromar. Lula, Bush, guerras, fome zero, tsunamis, novelas, metrôs, gangues, aquecimento global…

E, enquanto isso, saímos das raves e vamos comprar NIKE´s, vamos beber Smirnoff Ice, maltratar velhinhos e dar esmola aos moleques de rua. Tudo isso como efeito de teste, lógico.

Porque, preparem-se, quando o plano começar, de fato, o mundo será realmente dominado pelo rato branco alto, magricela, com escleróticas azuis e dois dentes tortos saltando fora da boca e pelo outro, o rato branco, baixote e atarracado, com escleróticas rosadas e uma cabeça enorme evidenciando um cérebro também enorme.

Isso, claro, se não matarmos uns aos aoutros antes, só pra ver quem morre primeiro, o que é bem do nosso feitio. Achamos que dominamos tudo e sabemos tudo e que os ratinhos, no máximo, podem mexer no nosso queijo.

Somos enganados,como sempre, pela nossa própria ignorância.

Publicado orinalmente em De Costas Pro Espelho em Abril 19, 2007

This post comes from my love of big woman. I’m not a picky man, I take them in all shapes and sizes and to me big woman are sexy! I love seeing BBW in porn. There bodies are well-portioned and I some are more thick then fat. Look at stars like pinky, Italia Blue, bootylicious and Joei Deluxx. Those are some of my favorite xxx stars and they all vary in size. I’ve noticed that a lot of the plus sized porn stars are able to bend and flex just like the little girls, and all that “extra loving” can really add some spice to the scene. Have you ever watched as a big girl rides cowgirl and watched as her titties and ‘back titties’ fly and swing in the air? Or have you ever just looked at the dents in the ass of a big girl? That is so sexy to me and those are just a few reasons why I love watching big girls. Just like Mike Epps sang “I love big girls, I cannot lie” and I co-sign on that sentiment, because the bigger the berry, the sweeter the juice.

Remember this shot?!
Well, here’s what the restaurant looks like..

Nice huh.. i would love going there as often as i can too ^_^

and now here’s a random pic of pinky in store and also yoochun’s siggy

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