Dearest my beloved Giga.
You forget to ring me the good- night call. Or still working but… well all of your connections are tune off- because of my bugging? Heeee. Are you fed with me? how could you tired of me? I am invincible wify ….heeee. gosh fixing computer. dissecting my computer. the broad band provider they don’t know much about technical side of regarding connections. They can only help newbies I am not a newbies, I am kind pro-bies. I become a bush computer shirnker! . whole lots so I spent so much time for fixing bugs. You gave me hard time me getting tripped over bugs bugs after bugs. Yes I won’t click away my life with bugs…
It is lovely day in Melbourne at the moment. Spring is walking beyond its steps, a little duckling pretty yellow steps stumble across Yarra then spring will be all over again. Time is my beloved very exploitive and far fetch. Like a summer, botanical garden is stripped all sort of colors. I have been thinking, as you mentioned, there is greatness of happy and unhappiness in every human endeavourer. Yes if life is only joy, it must incapable of creativeness and regeneration. If sorrow clips with greatness; that would be our life double images then the shamelessness struggles against the world is our heroic greatness and our own divinity. Instead the greatness beyond us makes it our own. You have said people are lovable creatures with full of counts, full of wonders and permissible and heroic. Want to always learn how to make best of the situation and people. Love you – a torched with Apollo beam and obedience of your grace and tyrannical content my beloved.
P.S chewing over then people are lovable why “you don’t want live with me 100% of time” surly I am not that horrid. I might have 10 heads 9 toes with weathervane… have a great fly…don’t forget “ just about leave and just arrived”
11:45pm 30/08/07
7:22:24 AM 
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