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I GOT A PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But somethings wrong with it.

I know....WTF??!!

But that aside, finally, a phone of my own. After seventeen years of trying, oh wait no, maybe four years of trying [since the first fews years of living I would've probably asked for milk and sleep] I finally got a phone.

[flashback]

4 years ago...

Me : Pa, can I have a handphone?
Dad : You're *only* thirteen Sheila.

3 years ago

Me : Pa, can I have a handphone?
Dad : You're *only* fourteen Sheila.

2 years ago...

Me : Handphone?
Dad : Nope.
Me : WHY??!!
Dad : You're *only* fifteen Sheila.

Last year...

Me : What about a handphone, for me?
Dad : *blinks*
Me : I know I'm *only* sixteen but...
Dad : *blinks again*
Me : *pathetic reason on getting a phone* But EVERYONE has a phone now.
Dad : I got a phone when I was forty.
Me : ........

[/flashback]

Yes, I admit that I tried oh so many times for my dad to get me a phone but it failed oh so many times. I'm not exactly the one who pushes things, like after my dad says no, I wouldnt really dwell on it knowing all too well that my dad [delusional as he is sometimes] knows whats best for me.

But of course, that never stopped me from trying.

Just last week my mom [I share HER phone instead] received two messages on her phone. Both of them were for me. The thing is, I was at home and she was out...living life, unlike her anti-social daughter. Anyway, that triggered me to ask my dad for a phone again.

Me : Pa, see? I have people messaging me now. Don't you think its about TIME I have a phone of my own??!!
Dad : *puts down paper and blinks*
Me : Hmph..fine..
Dad : Give me the brand that you like and I'll go check the price.

...........

Fast forward two days later, I have a phone! But alas, somethings wrong with it. I'm able to make calls but can't receive them.

SERIOUSLY??!! If it was the other way round, I wouldnt mind so much.

[/friday rant]

Its Sunday now, and my phone is fine. I took a rather unflattering photo of my mom two days ago and forgot to delete it. So when my dad gave my phone to some of his friends to have it checked out and stuff, they [adults don't change...for real] of course had to *check* my photo section, in case you know, my inability to make calls is because of something wrong with my pictures.

Sheesh.

But its fixed now, and thats all that matters.

And Kist was the first person to message me last night, telling me that she had a response from Billy Martin.

Hmph.

It seems that the tickets for the Good Charlotte concert were pretty easy to get. Everyone I chatted with had an extra ticket asking me if I want to go. FREE some more!! But alas, I was not in the mood to go. Mid year exam, SPM, all this add maths and bio homework made me realise I should stay at home instead. Slog now...enjoy later.

Of course, it seemed like EVERYONE was going and almost all of them told me the concert was awesome, especially Jason Lo's performance. Ahh I would love to watch Jason Lo live. I saw some youtube videos of him and wished I'd gone.

Ahh well.

If thats not painful enough, my dad smeared the whole pack of ajinamoto on my open wound.

[Last night, after receiving a few text messages in a row]

Dad : Who's sending all this messages?
Me : Friend-lah.
Dad : At 12:00am?
Me : Alah..the good charlotte concert just ended so, they're just letting me know.
Dad : Good Charlotte concert?
Me : Yep.
Dad : Why didn't YOU go??
Me : !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even MY DAD is making me regret my decision not to go. Oh well, some other time. Hopefully, all the good concerts will be held in December. Watch out, I'm going to terrorize every international acts [preferably bands with really hot drummers] with my ability to not make sense!!

Aha!! I'm doing it as we speak.