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how is this?
Yesterday, I wrote a lengthy blog, taking some inspiration from my friend here. Brett.
Forgot to give it a title, saved as a draft. And lo, the entry was not saved.
Wrote, about the absence of my mother and my sons mother. Told in the blog that we had a lot of time of our own.
Just want to enclose a sound, where I was reading something about shyness in Tamil to my son (recorded on 25-12-2010 )

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  1. Brett Walker3:03 PM

    Hey, thanks for the mention on your post! 8) And saving something and having it dissapear has happened to me loads of times....don't know where the hell all this stuff goes but it just dosn't save at times....!! :( then again, it's doesn't take long for me to write this stuff out again...the netbook has a bigger keyboard than most small netbooks... :) thanks again for the shout out on your post.... 8)

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  2. Cgbalu3:16 PM

    Welcome my friend. The simplicity in your writings are awesome.

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