Hehe. Now that things have settled, another will rise.
However, if we can take it slowly, why not?
I though of a stupid literate thing last night while tossing in bed.
Its something like a poem?
But its rather mixed up and stupid so dont laugh.

Holding something so small in my hand,
Looking at it, wonder when it rang.
A press of a button, to see the contents,
After which, it just pretends.
I answer back, to which it applies.
At times of course, it gives me a surprise.
The smallest of things, the climax of flings,
The best of feelings, the worst of clinks.
Sometimes it stays silent, without a ring,
Then i will wonder, what am i doing?
From the past, the present, history is there,
But none of which, which i don't care.
However the most important thing inside to see,
Is not the text is not the crap but the warmth you gave to me.

=)