Last few days, I broke my phone. It slid down from my book (i put it in there because my pants has no pocket) and fell flat on the screen to the ground. On tarmac road. I was at kampung. What's funny was i actually talked to mum about buying a new phone a day before it happened and my brother thought i let it slid down on purpose. I still don't have one right now. Got to admit, it is quite hard to live without one nowadays. I had to contact my friends through either Twitter or mum's phone but mostly I don't remember the contacts.
I asked dad, when will i get to buy a new one. But he insisted on fixing it instead. The screen is ya Allah.. i would say 2/10 in condition. I know the type of phone i've always wanted would be (too) pricey but i think the number won't be much difference if I fix it. Urmmm
Why am I even updating about my phone? Sigh, I shall finish my work or just go to sleep. This week has been so tiring not only for me but everyone. The first-term test is next week. I'm screwed.
Till then.