You ain't heavy, you are my sister.

My dear XXXXX,

I hardly make a personal reference to an individual on my blog. Unless really worthed it or really pissed.

It's early in the morning (2:20am), juz about the best time to indulge in some physical solace when I decided to read those very few blogs which I faithfully follow (including yours, of coz!), while streaming videos from my fav domain. The point is...reading your latest posting jolted me out of watever elicited mood I was in, and I decided to put my hand to better use instead :)

*I hope u are cool so far and even smiling faintly cos the above-mentioned are all truth. *crossed my heart.

I have been thinking silently about your renewed vigour in blogging recently and definitely enjoying every careful words u chosen and the updates from your life. I am happy to know that Life will be more inducing with the relocation and however much reservations I have towards this arrangement, if you are cool with it, I stand by you. Before you even start questioning about the motive behind this post, I have to clarify that nothing ill was ever spoken, nor purposely enacted to be detrimental to your personality, character or decisions. If any act of unintentional comtempt was channelled through, I offer my most sincere apologies.

Sorry.

For the first time I met you, I like you immersely and subsequent gatherings reaffirmed that view. You are definitely one of the few grounded souls I came across, and your humbled choices of living do inspire! Though very much reserved and soft-spoken, I am glad to have accquired another mate. With your one act of sweetness on my b'day, I was touched. I am quietly counting down to your b'day, so that I can return the wonderful gesture.

I do not know if I was part of your cyber quetch, though I do feel alit associated. And to say I am affected, is an understatement. Somewhere somehow something muz have led to this explosion of expressions. We shall not divulge the contents written and I fully respect and understand the implications if...(I think you know what I mean. I even went thru my writing a few times juz to make sure it's innocuous to whoever involved). The fact that I am still part of your virtual realm do not lessen the possibility of culpability but heightened the curiosity about your intended figures. Your ending passage hinted at the trajectory target but I wonder if our bridge had been burned without my realisation. I will definitely love to mend it...first by clarification, then explanation, ending with comprehension. Hence this dedicated post to you, but only if we share similar frequencies.

In case you were mistaken by the identity of the 'fucker' stated in my previous post, I have to comfirm that you are indeed, mistaken. The fucker is a guy. Man. Real fucker. In the event that I am over-reacting or not the guilty party/parties quoted, I want u to know I am waiting for your response the moment u read this!!

And Oh. U are definitely worth it.

Last words : Pissing is a natural phenomenon applicable to both genders for despatching toxins. Men do it from various heights/directions/positions, while women basically stick to 2 stances. But some chose to DO it a lit higher from their mouths instead. Dun worry, someday it's going to choke. Heh.