daeva_neesan | Ketchup happens.

#1 - My honorable cellphone.

I knew that Finland was a nice place for fun Black Metal bands, but I didn't know that their cellphones were SO sturdy.
The cellphone that I inherited from my dad (since I don't buy cellphones, since I would gladly never use them) passed through a series of physical adventures that I'm not going to list out of decency.
Yesterday it flew from a jacket of mine while I was folding it (I forgot that it was in one of the pockets. Awww.) and it smashed on the floor. It practically EXPLODED in a thousand pieces.
I panicked, then I proceeded with the reconstruction.
It worked. It's still working.
I used some scotch to keep it in place and it's practically new.
I'll never get rid of this miraculous cellphone from Finland. NEVER.

#2 The ceiling is gone.

What looks like the scene of a crime, is actually the ceiling of the living-room sprayed with ketchup.
I got pissed because the top of the bottle fell from my hands so I slammed the bottle on the table and-- ;___; ...BUT THE PROTECTIVE PEEL WAS STILL ON, YOU KNOW?! It's not as if I am a complete moron T_T !!
I panicked, then I tried to clean it up the best I could. (I found the protective peel on the ceiling!)
It was terrible, since I suffer from dizzy spells and the last thing that I want to do is walking on a table T_T... Apparently some paint came off the ceiling during the cleaning ;o;
...My father is going to "correct" me Gundam-style, for sure T_T;