:(

When little, insignificant drawbacks appear in my life, why am I always so easily upset or thrown into an emotional state of mind?

When the ends don't reflect the means,

Do I give more? Or do I just let these setbacks go and continue with the original game plan?

Confused and probably over-reacting,

I am,

twistedshaft.

What a fruitful day!

Today I managed to do a lot of things in such a short day:

I woke up at 9 and spent the whole morning reading GP notes and finishing a GP comprehension.

I then spent my afternoon at the NTU business library and completed 2 Bio papers 1's.

I came home and watched a bit of Rush Hour 3. Also caught a bit of Singapore Idol.

I next set work on doing a Math paper 2 which I stopped halfway cause I couldn't understand the answer to one of the questions.

After spending time on the web, I wrapped up my day by writing a new song.

A new song. Its been so long since I've managed to write one. Had so many tunes but no words to put them too. Finally, at long last, I've penned down a verse and a chorus. The inspiration came from something I've been thinking of doing for quite awhile but I couldn't see it working out. The song is about my musings on the matter, and what I can't seem to bring myself to do.

Sigh. Gotta continue thinking to myself about it. Maybe I'll reach a conclusion when I finish the song. Who knows? I certainly hope so though.

Its getting late. Full day of GP in school tomorrow.

Goodnight. (Or should I say good morning :P)

I am,

twistedshaft.

There is something to post about

I've just finished watching the movie 'P.S. I Love You' and I just had quote this line from the movie that really struck me.

"If we're alone, then we're all to all together in that, too"

~ Patricia, Holly's mother.

I find great solace in that line. Whenever I feel alone, I know that I'm not alone, but just among others who are feeling the same way, and I find great comfort in that.

The movie was good. Haven't watched a movie of that calibre since 'The Notebook'. Really hit the spot, this movie. Got that warm feeling back at the base of my stomach. Kudos to Cecelia Ahern for coming up with such an engaging and heart-warming plot. I was a little turned off initially when I realised that Holly's husband died. I felt that the story couldn't possibly end well anymore. Ah, but it did. It ended splendidly, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

The movie did, however, leave me with unanswered personal questions:

How will I move on with my life if someone close to me does leave this Earth before I do? Will I crumble under the immense grief? Or will I pick myself up like Holly did in the film?

This I'll have to take awhile to figure out.

Off to bed then, gotta get up early for church tomorrow.

I am,

twistedshaft.

There's just nothing better to post about

This post is just going to be full of random stuff so bear with me.

I'm distracted. I want to do so many things, run down so many roads, when all I should be doing is studying. I need a goal, a clear aim to draw motivation and determination from in order to keep me on track. 4 weeks to the A's and I'm still looking for it...

I love GP tuition and lessons. I don't love GP homework and examinations. I find it so enjoyable to learn more about the current affairs and issues in the world around us. I also find it really engaging to be able to debate over numerous social conundrums around us. GP teaches us how to think critically and I like that.

I'm in need of a good movie. No. I'm in dire need of a good movie. I somehow have this urge to feel the warmth in your stomach when a movie ends well, just the way you want it to. Oh well, I'm going to watch one. I heard 'P.S. I Love You' is good. Films based on books have seldom disappointed. Its settled then. I'm going to watch it now on DVD.

Goodnight.

I am,

twistedshaft.

Mobile Phone Theory

Wrap your head around this theory.

There are two types of people in this world. The people who influence others, and the people who are influenced by others. To put it simply. The people who live their own lives, and the people who live their lives based on others.

I have a theory. My hypothesis is that we can tell these two people apart by seeing how they behave around their mobile phones. If you must have your mobile phone beside you at all times and you reply messages immediately after you receive them, you live your life based on others. Hovering above your phone, replying and reacting instantly to the words of others shows that you live your life through the lives of others and that you are affected by whatever they do in their lives. On the flip side, if you are the type of person who loses your phone often and only makes an effort to dig for it when you've got something to say to someone, you're the type of person who lives your life. You friends complain that you take forever to reply but you don't give a hoot, its your life, and you're gonna live it your way, by your own rules.

Well, this is just a theory. I'm sure you'll be able to spot fault lines in my hypothesis but hey, its my life and I'll it the way I wanna. You ain't gonna shape the way I think. LOL:)

I am,

twistedshaft.

Three Years

What does three years mean to you?

Half of your primary school life? Three quarts of your secondary school life? This is from an academic point of view. Three years could also be a short term mission trip to a needy country. It could be the gap between you and your younger sibling. Without a doubt, three years is a long period of time. You can grow quite a bit with three years worth of experience. Three years of life.

I've been thinking lately. How do you measure maturity in a person? Is maturity based on the age of an individual? Or is it based on the experiences one has gone through? I believe with reason that maturity is not completely dependent on age but is heavily dependent on the experiences we encounter in life. Different experiences shape our very soul. They influence the shape our unique and individual character takes as we grow up. For example, a person learns resilience after being through several setbacks in life. When life knocks him down, he picks himself up and thus becomes more resilient to setbacks because of the experience he has gained. Someone of the same age who has had a carefree life would not be able to cope with setbacks as well as this man. Thus, age is not a reliable measure for the maturity in a person. Experience is.

Is it possible then to meet someone younger who shares the same level of maturity as you do? Definitely. Maturity isn't measured by age but by experience. It is indeed possible to find someone who has been through similar experiences as you have in their shorter time on Earth. Cases of people who are more mature than others in their age group are sadly largely women. I guess its was just God's idea to make girls more mature than guys are.

Just some musings of mine. My bed calls me.

I am,

twistedshaft.

Post Prelim Period

The title of this post has plosive alliteration! (I think) Haha! Thats what you get when you've studied too much. Alliteration, I believe, is a term we use in Literature.

Anyway, its been almost a month since I've posted and i've decided to post an update while I'm waiting for a friend to send a document to me for printing.

Life is pretty much just study, watch show, sleep, and the occasional outing to ensure the soul doesn't die away from excessive exposure to study materials. Prelims are over and all thats left to do now is to mug like a dog (quoting a close friend). Shows are what keep me alive. The Mentalist and Family Guy are the shows I'm currently watching these days. Great stuff. Therapeutic to those who feel a little of themselves die inside when they study for too long. Song-writing has hit a brick wall. Can't seem to come up with anything lately. I've been reading articles on the web regarding song-writing but they don't really help much. I guess song-writing is really a very personal thing. A raw expression of emotion through the outlet of music and lyrics. Although some techniques can be taught or learnt, song-writing is a very personal thing, something we have to figure out ourselves.

I've been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do with my future. I want to get into medical school. Being a surgeon has always been the dream job. You get paid for saving lives, for doing something meaningful. What could be better? However, being a doctor comes with many strings attached. The 7 year training period, the 5 year working bond. 12 years... I'll be 30 when I'm done with it all. The job is also hugely demanding. Doctors work long hours. Work hours aren't always within the everyday 9 to 5 that office workers have. People can fall sick at any random time in a day and doctors have to be at the ready at all times. I start to think to myself.

Can I handle this kind of life?

Where I'm a doctor and nothing else. My friends are doctors because I don't have time to maintain friendships with people outside my profession. I practically live in the hospital.

Can I start and support a family under these conditions?

Financial support is pretty much covered, but can I be there for my family when they need me? Will long surgeries replace birthday parties? Or will my multiple patients eventually replace my family members?

Will I enjoy such a life?

A life where holidays are limited. A life filled with mostly work and no play.

So many questions pass through my mind as I look forward into the future as a doctor. To me, it is crucial to know why I want to do something. If I want to be a doctor I need to be sure why I want to be one. Only by being completely sure can I give myself fully over to my goal and work wholeheartedly towards it. My resolve is weakened by uncertainty.

Well, its getting late and I have school later in the morning.

Before I go, I need to pray for someone.

Dear God,

Please bless this someone as she takes an important paper later this morning. She only really wants to pass this paper but I pray that you'll help her complete the paper to the best of her ability. I pray that you grant her peace of mind, a good memory, and I pray that you'll be beside her every step of the way as she pens down her answers. Lord, grant her a quick mind and a quick hand to allow her to pen down everything she has crammed in her head. She has done her part. I pray that Lord you will let her examiners see that.

Once again Lord, calm her senses.

In Jesus name,

Amen

I am,

twistedshaft.

Random musings of today.

Today was pretty uneventful. I was mostly doing chem revision for the entire day. Only really covered about 3 chapters. Not very productive. I kept getting distracted with song-writing. I can't help it! When a tune comes into my head and inspiration hits for possible lyrics I have to drop everything and pick up my guitar. Quickly pen down the lyrics and jam with my guitar, then record it down in Garage Band so I don't forgot what I've just written. If I don't drop everything, whatever I've just thought of would be lost and the inspiration expired. Sigh. Music is both a blessing and a curse.

Anyways, I managed to pen down another verse and pre-chorus to a song I've been working on for the past week. I named it "Weekend Girl". Close dude friends I've been talking to would be able to accurately guess the inspiration behind that song. Been talking about it for most of the past week. Haha:) I only need to wrap up the song up with a verse and a nice outro. Need more material to finish writing this song. Its a work in progress. Gotta see what happens this weekend I guess. I also managed to write the first half of a new song that came to me in the afternoon. This one I tentatively named "Uncertainty". The main idea behind it was how we can never be a 100% sure about the choices and decisions we make in life and how "Uncertainty" can be a real pain in the ass when we hit forks in the road of life. Still waiting to be inspired to write the other parts of the song:)

Have I mentioned that I love song-writing? So much that I'm almost addicted to it? It was one of the reasons why I stopped blogging. Whenever I felt emo or had something I wanted to get out of me I'd pick up my guitar and use those emotions to write a song. They might not all be great songs but at least they help to release cranial pressure, and I get a sense of achievement after using those emotions to create something. Not so emo when I'm done:) To me, song-writing is like story telling. It most of the time incorporates a little poetry and music. Its basically like singing a poem, and its great fun and sometimes frustrating to find words that rhyme or to think of interesting tunes.

I probably should get back to chem:( Also got math tuition tomorrow morning. Sigh. Back to prelim revision.

Maybe i'll post up the lyrics of my songs when I complete them. Digitize them so they'll live forever! Haha:)

I am,

twistedshaft.

I'm Back!

Damn, its been a while. The last post was months ago.

I practically gave up blogging actually. I always say that you only blog when you're full of emotions. Either you're really happy or really emo. Otherwise, they'd be no reason to blog. Nothing interesting to pen (type) down for the world to read. I've recently decided to visit my blog again, just for old times sake and I've realized that my posts have been really emo. So emo that even I was shocked. Haha:) Oh well, I'm back to lighten the tone. To blog when I can. Can't promise my future posts will all be cheery and joyful. Now, that wouldn't be reality, would it? Like I always say and will say again. We only blog when filled with emotions. Blogging is an outlet for all those bottled up emotions and I tend to use this blog for that same purpose.

Here's to more, and hopefully happy posts,

twistedshaft.

Day 25 - Birthday surprise

"The Gang" surprised me today at westmall macs.  I was supposed to be there on a study date with Dan.  Had lots of a maths complex tutorial to complete on that Sunday, but lo and behold, after finishing one question, the whole gang shows up to give me a birthday surprise.  Though it was close to a month late, it still served as a pleasant surprise.  Had a great day that day.  Went to watch a movie in westmall followed by dinner in west coast plaza.  Fish & Co.  One of my favourite restaurants.

Today made me think.  I enjoyed my birthday so much.  How can I help you feel that same joy that I experienced today?  Oh well, I still have about 4 months to think about it.  Gotta think hard of a creative and impactful way to help you celebrate your special day.

twistedshaft.

10/04/09

Deadline for idea.  22nd August.

Day 24 - Fantasy lives

Its the last day of the week being Good Friday.  Its an extra day for you to take break, for all of us to have a rest.  I've been yearning to watch a good movie.  One with a good ending.  I don't know about you, but watching movies with happy ending seem to make life more bearable.  Strangely, good endings always give me a sense of hope, that my life could be like that.  Though they are fantastical thoughts, they seem to make life not seem so bleak at times.

twistedshaft.

09/04/09

rest well on this rare free day. i'm sure you need it. i'm sure we all do.

Day 23 - Rising together

Choir showed improvement today.  Ms Lim was pretty happy.  Heard good news about the progress of your choir too.  Its always great to hear such praises.  Progress seems good with both our choirs rising together.  How cool and great it would be if it stays this way all the way till the SYF date itself.

twistedshaft.

08/04/09

stay strong and keep pressing on...

Month-long hiatus

Its been a long time since I've last posted.  Been really busy and all with choir and softball so I type out what I want to blog about on my phone in hope of finding time in the future to post it up on the blog.  Well, the time has come.  Managed to find some time to update this blog with my musings and thoughts about the past month. 

Here goes...

Day 22 - Your Praises

Choir practice today was really tiring. Sang till I was close to hoarse. The worst thing is that there's choir practice tomorrow again. Sigh. Hope my voice recovers by tomorrow or I'm kinda screwed. Hate it when I can't sing properly during practice.

Ms Lim praised your sops and altos today. I felt warm inside when I heard the praises for the altos. Its means that you've stepped up your game and that you're singing well in the choir. Good job. Keep it up. I wish I could have the chance to come over and hear you sing in your section, but it'd be intruding, and kinda weird. Oh well, guess I'll have to settle for praises of your performance through the mouths of others, which is still great to hear.

I also heard of the problems arising in your choir. If it helps, you're not alone, cause I am here going through the same problems with you. Hope you're dealing well with them. I'm sure you'll find the right solutions to solve them. Thats the you that I know. Always on the ball and playing well.

Take care of yourself,

twistedshaft.
07/04/09
i pray for you every night. you never fail to be the first and last thing on my mind.

Day 21 - A Long Day

School took a very long time to end today cause of literature consolidation. Its not as bad as it sounds. Literature consolidation doesn't mean remedials. It just kinda means like extra lessons that everyone has to go for. Literature lesson, I shall say, wasn't that bad. We studied an interesting poem by Wilfred Owen which outlined the terror, the pressure and the expectations of being a soldier back in WWI, Britain. It was pretty dark and morbid, characteristic of this particular poet. Made me kinda think about life in school. The terror of failing, the pressure from the teachers and parents, not to mention the expectations of the family too. I could think of and draw out many parallels between life as a soldier in WWI and life as a student in Singapore. This left me pretty discouraged when looking at my life.

Training after consolidation was good though. Quite a contrast to the rest of the day. I felt really good and had a lot of fun training with the team. Sometimes I think to myself, playing in the softball team is so much simpler than leading and singing in a choir. All I have to do is to hit well, field well and catch well. Simple. Choir is so much more complicated. There's the singing component, worrying about the part I'm singing. Am I singing it right? Am I singing loud enough? Then there's the leading part, worrying about the morale of the choir, worrying about the politics going on in the choir. Its complicated.

I wonder how you cope with it all. Politics are so tiring. I remember the time when you shared with me your problems about politics in the choir too. Deep inside I felt quite thankful that I didn't have your problems to deal with. Well I guess what comes around goes around. Its my turn now to face those problems. Oh well, you survived, and I will too.

Hoping you're coping fine with your studies and choir,

twistedshaft.
06/04/09
the results for the blocks should be out now, i know you'll do just fine.

Day 20 - Aftermath

Everyone seems to be really emotional lately. Strangely, it kinda makes me feel better to have people to feel down and under with me. I'm really behind with everything. Homework isn't close to half done. I can't seem to focus in choir and softball. Lessons become a bore. Church seems mundane and useless. Procrastination has become a close friend. Along with its lackeys sleep and relaxation.

I feel out of it. Out of sync with my life. Out of sync with the world.
I guess the words of the song ring true.

Breakeven - The Script

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no

Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains ooh
Cos you left me with no love and no love to my name.

I wonder if you're actually doing fine, unaffected by all of this.
All of this, that effortlessly throws me out of sync with everything around me.
I guess when a heart breaks, it don't break even.

twistedshaft.
05/04/09
i'm falling to pieces. with nothing to put me back together.

Day 19 - A Message

"You must really not like me. Its evident from the fact that we can barely hold up a friendly relationship for more than a month before you start to pull away again, leaving me confused and alone, at my wits' end trying to figure out why. Why did it turn out this way again, for the second time. Maybe its time you told me the truth. The reason why even a friendship isn't possible between us. You told me that we were friends. I guess you lied."

I really felt like sending this out. A message composed while I was sitting in the car on the way home after dinner. You really have me at my wits' end. The way your words encourage me, giving me evidence to hope for a friendship between us, but then later followed by cold silence, tearing whatever existing hope into pieces. The conflicting actions from you really leave me standing at the edge of a cliff. All it would take would be a small nudge, a light breeze, and off I would go.

I don't understand you. I don't understand why you act out this way. It isn't the first time I've been met with this circumstance, and they're both from you. Why won't you explain yourself? Instead of just staying silent and acting as if nothing had ever happened.

Why?

twistedshaft.
04/04/09
i'm hanging onto the last knot of my rope and i still don't know why...

Day 18 - Lumos '09

After choir practice today, my close friends and I rushed across the road to watch a rock cum dance charity concert, Lumos '09. We got there during the intermission and thankfully, all the good acts hadn't gone up yet. Got to listen to Finding Michelle, Redeeming the Riot, Timothy Ip, Hartono and many more performers. They were really good, especially Hartono. Everyone is improving so much musically leaving us in their tracks. Listening to Hartono live was, hard to admit, pretty good. Made me want to improve so much more musically to catch up to him. But with school and cca in the way, its pretty hard to find solid time to hone my skills. Oh well, step by step, I'll get there.

It felt pretty nostalgic to be across the road again. Not just looking across every morning, but actually being in the place. I didn't see you in the crowd. Figured you wouldn't be interested anyway. It was a rock concert. Plus, it was on a Friday night, you'd probably need the sleep.

I was observing all the concert go-ers who were there leaving for home or for supper. When I saw everyone slowly pairing up, feelings of hopelessness started seep into me. I saw band members of various bands, all having someone who'll congratulate them on a good performance regardless of how good it really was. I missed it. I began to think back on a past performance I did where you were there to wish me the best before and congratulate me after I had sung. It's this small act, just a few words, that made the performance so insignificant. All I needed were those words. However, at this point of time, even words are hard to come by, much less encouragement or congratulation.

I feel hopeless, needy.
Singing, song-writing and performing run on inspiration.
I've lost that.
You.

twistedshaft.
03/04/09
i need to get back what i've lost, i need closure.

Day 17 - Thoughts of Confrontation

Had softball training today. A pretty fruitful one. Felt really tired, or "cui", as I would probably say. Legs are gonna ache for the next few days for sure. I always make it a point to learn something new every training I have. I have too few of them for sure cause of choir practices. Today, what I learnt is the importance of being confident and daring. When I see a fast ball coming towards me, I must learn to go all out to field that ball, despite knowing that the chances of me stopping it are pretty low. Going all out and trying for it is what coach wants so I must do it. What I must overcome is the emotional barrier, the hesitation before fielding every ball. Once I've got that down, I should see some improvement in my game.

This new lesson on confidence and being daring really made me think about the situation now. You just going all silent without warning, and me left here confused and alone. I've been doing nothing. Just thinking to myself, keeping to myself, being emotional. Nothing. Maybe I should muster the courage, the confidence and dare to ask you why? Why are you doing this? Why?

Am I really just being the good guy? Giving you the benefit of the doubt? Just stepping back and giving you some space to figure everything out? Or have I been wrong all this while?

Have I just been scared? Hesitant to make a move? Afraid to ask you why?

Sigh. So many unanswered questions. The list grows further.

twistedshaft.
02/04/09
even if I asked, would you answer?

Day 16 - April Fools'

And yet another day passes.
A pretty tiring one filled with hours of singing.
Its no surprise really, that I think of you all the time whilst I sing.
Its because you love to do it too.
Always thought it'd be cool if you'd sing something with me.
A bit far-sighted, I know.

I tried to write a song today. In GP lecture.
Couldn't quite think of a topic to write on that didn't find itself somehow drawing a link to you.
The songs I write reflect how I feel inside, and lately, they haven't been of the cheerful sort.
I will write a song soon. Already got the tune down.
Its just the lyrics that need to be written.
Still can't decide. Will I write a song to express how you make me feel?
Think I've already written 2 of those.
Or will I write one on how you sometimes make me just want to scream into my pillow in the fits of frustration you often leave me in?
Tough decision.
Only got one tune.

Heard from a friend that someone has heard of my escapades.
Still can't quite put my finger on who provided the information leak.
Thought I kept it pretty "low pro", a term I heard somewhere, among my school and friends.
Only exclusive to my very very selectively close friends.
Was it you perhaps?
Will you not speak to me, but speak to those who know me instead?
Yet another question unanswered. Another one to add to the list.

So many unanswered questions build up inside of me.
I wonder if I'll ever get the answers I long for.

Happy April Fools' Day by the way,

twistedshaft.
01/04/09
silence ain't never answered no questions. how much longer are you going to keep up this silence?

Day 15 - The Balcony

Every morning I seem to find myself drawn to the balcony, just to gaze at your school.
When I'm alone at that balcony, I always seem to find my thoughts wandering off, and I watch them as they slowly float across the road to where you are.
The most common thought that comes to mind is always "I wonder what she's up to now?" and I've always ever hoped that you'd be doing something fun and enjoyable.
The images of you in my head have always been those of you smiling widely, ever exuding your joy to me as they pop into my head.
This joy, however, is often followed by a wave of sorrow when reality hits me and I accept the fact that I haven't seen that smile of yours or even read or heard a word from you for 15 days.

The day passes as it always does. You, now non-existent for 15 days.
Thankfully, an unexpected note from a friend brightens the day up.

Thank you friend,

twistedshaft.
31/03/09
its been 15 days. still without an explanation. and i don't know why...

Under my smile...

Its been a long time since I've written a post.
Like I always say, people only blog when their emo, or overcome with emotions.
Most of the time, its when their really down.
Crushed by whatever tormenting them in life.

Yes, I am down.
Well, lets just say down just doesn't quite cover it.

I Still Don't Know Why

Today.
Today I felt alone.

Once again.
Once again I'm greeted by Silence.

Silence.
Silence, my fast growing friend.

14 days.
14 days since your last reply.
14 days.
14 days I've waited beside hope, my old comrade.

Quietness has claimed you.
Leaving behind no trace.
My efforts can't seem to break through.
Loneliness, I embrace.

So take a good look at my face.
A face that smiles, when friends are near.
A heart abandoned, laying to waste.
Hoping to conceal, the tracks of my tears.

I wish I knew why.
Why you had changed so suddenly.
I wish I knew why.
Why you left so abruptly.

Without a warning.
You were gone again.
Without a warning.
I was left alone again.

You just left.
Disappeared.
Vanished.
Without a word.

And I don't know why.

Everyday and Everynight.
I ask myself, what did I do wrong?
I never seem to find an answer.
Only you have the answer.

Its been 2 weeks and I still wait.
I still wait for a sign from you.
Something that will tell me, its over.
That the phase has passed.
And that one I grew to love from before will return.
Will return with all the answers.
All the answers that I have been trying to find.
And all will return to the way it was before.

Before you left without a trace.

I wrote this last night.
They are the thoughts that have been building and accumulating.
Thoughts that accompany me every night as I face insomnia.

Its been 2 weeks.
And I don't know how much more I can take.

twistedshaft.
30/03/09
Just a reply, an answer, or even a word from you can breathe life back into this crumbling body of mine. One small step from you, a big leap for me.

Left for brighter days...

Lying on a hospital bed she greets me
Looking out of bloodshot eyes she meets me
I grasp her hand hoping to feel warmth
Instead I find myself greeted without warmth

I lean down to whisper my words into her ear
I suddenly notice her paleness as i draw near
"Thank you for all your care and concern,
I've grown up now, I won't be a burden."

Later at night, I walk quietly into the same ward
No longer am I met with the same bloodshot eyes
In their place, shut, peaceful eyes
The people that surround her bed, their heads bowed

As sniffs and cries reach my ears
I utter a prayer inaudible to human ears
"Say your goodbyes." Mum says.
"Farewell, Grandma. To brighter days."

To everyone who prayed alongside and sent condolences,
Thank you, for the care and concern.

twistedshaft.
03/01/09
if only you said "I'm here for you." instead of "We're here for you." it would've made a world of difference to me.