it's nearly 11. i don't touch my phone after 9. scratch that, i won't touch my phone at all if i can help it. send me a pigeon or paper plane or whatever instead.
and still my mom is making me call everyone... i call this psychological abuse. i am scarred. i want to throw my phone into the Nile.
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i did some soul-searching and i decided my tic against phone is unexplainable. this is one of life's example of stuffs you just have to accept without understanding why.
a phone is a mean to let my parents know of my whereabout. i should get a gps implanted under my skin and just throw my phone into the Nile, end of story.
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ingatkan mak aku je yang paksa anak dia buat family calls prior to boarding. haha
Or you can opt for those microchips (I think) they implanted in pets like cat. :P
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