The Blackberry

Now you might notice my newfound enthusiasm to revive this sad blog of mine. Blogging everyday Yasira? Yes indeed.

Notice how this blackberry is actually black? And more importantly, not mine because mine is WHITE? Yeah that's cos it's not mine, it's Nigel's. I'm just borrowing it for the time being till I get to get a new phone in July becauseeeeee

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Mine died. Yes. And this is how it happened:

That day when we headed down to Dempsey to celebrate Angie's 18th, I gave Jamie Yee Pei Ying!!!!!!!!! a hug and she swung her hand and slapped my phone right out of my hand and it landed face down onto the tar that is the road. And that's how it happened. The LCD screen is gone and I'm dying for it to be repaired but the BB people said that it's impossible and they can only change the whole outlet (aka the whole phone) which SUCKS cos then I have to pay a whopping 270 bucks which I do not have :(

So for now, I'm stuck with Nigel's black blackberry and I really shouldn't be complaining because I have whatsapp and twitter and facebook and bbm but I am.

I WANT MY WHITEBERRY :'(

PS: Even the picture refuses to be uploaded properly. It's all crooked