Someone please help. My phone (a spiffy Nokia 6500 slide) seems to think it is an Edward Cullen; it is sparingly covered with glitter on its Hardy and Scratchproof Stainless Steel Cover. I feel sick for my hitherto manly phone. It’s like a guy with bulging biceps tattooed with Winx Club all over. I would take photos of it with my phone to show everyone, but, y’know.
I shall have to counsel my phone into submission, wasting precious angbao-money-counting-time, yet before that I need to know something. Own up, you guys. Who’s been secretly downloading Stephenie Meyer e-books into my memory stick?!