My mother asked me what I want for my birthday. It was like ages ago. I said quite simply that I want a cable driver for my Nokia 6111 and nothing else. Only that and I wanted it badly. And guess what I got: clothes from flea market and underwear. None of them was wrapped. Hooray? What is the point of asking if you don't even listen? I was quite sure that they like got me one since they have had the time to found out where to get one and stuff. And I was so excited that I could go like photoblogging!