45 minutes in warm rinsing phone hell and it comes out unrecognisable. Apparently my only hope is to take it to Vivo City and get it repaired. Or something.
For a bit of fun I decided to see if I could charge it. Mist started to form on the inside of the screen. It felt hot. I turned off the power.
I never liked it anyway. Too cumbersome to handle. Not to mention the music player didn't work. And it didn't seem to realise that I had read all my messages. And I had a hell of a time trying to convert mkv/flv/avi for fucking realplayer of all things.
On another note, a trophy from one of my more recent missions to save the Singaporean Habboes from the dangers of Influenza A-subtype H1N1, caused by swimming in infected hotel water. They won't listen, may Xenu have mercy on their souls.
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