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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

oh my goodness!! my ipod screen is SCREWED. faeces. urine. shit. okay, all the blame goes to me. i accidentally tripped over the wire and my ipod dropped onto the floor. oh how sweet! sharks! how worst can it get? my mama just bought me a new earphone that day. and i thought i could finally enjoy my ipod once more, disaster strucks back. it's now 2-1 for bad luck. i'm at the losing end.

oh dang, the bottom line is that i'll have to pay to get a working ipod. either to service it or get a new one, which i doubt so. my mama will surely kill me if i beg for a new one. "ah, who ask you to drop it on the floor? see la, never take good care of your ipod and this is what happens." ay yo, parents..

so, tell me HOW?

I LOVE YOU IPOD! AND I CAN'T BEAR TO SEE YOU DIE LIKE THAT.