Cutting the Ribbon.

Guess what?

After scouring and ploughing through gazillion blogskins,

I found this green and black kit.

Kewl, huh.

I'm so gonna retire http://hangterra.blogdrive.com but

don't fret, I'm gonna preserve it for ol' times sake.

Nostalgic.

It's 1:17 in thee morning and I am penning down my

thoughts and emotions for thee week.

Still relentlessly seeking for thee panacea to my insomnia.

Great.

Peeps are having wet dreams at this unearthly hour while

I lick my fingaz typing ... and typing ... with thee song

Somebody Told Me by Killers on thee replay mode.

And so I had countless sleepless nights, tossin' and turnin'

and I finally came to a decision: I shall switch to blogspot.

3 cheers for blogspot! hur hur =p

Apart from that, I feel there reside a Rastaman deep

within me. WHY?

I'm suddenly into ska reggae and dreadlocks and AGONY.

Even my Universal Resource Locator or, URL

(you-ahr-elle) is named allfrootsriipe, or all fruits ripe

which in thee Patois Jamaican English bears thee meaning

everything is great.

(agony= sexual orgasm in Patois English =p)

Nehows, hope ya'll find thee Retro hotness thingamajig

of my skin a pleasure to thee cornea.

And do feed my famished tagboard.

Go the extra mile. Tag.