So I'm officially a certified IT idiot when I clicked the 'restore' button on my iTunes.
Now it seems as though I've gone back into the past with a Taiwan map I saved while planning for that trip months ago.
I'm a creature of routine and I love my apps in the same place as they were yesterday. But on the other hand, I've always been one to live with inconveniences rather than take the trouble to make life easier (先苦后甜). I'm trying to kick this habit and am glad that I've taken the step to adjust (at least) my main page today! Will see how far I go.
Lost some important contacts, pictures, SMSes, notes, etc. Some things I'll acquire back over time. Others, I'll keep them in my memory for as long as possible.
On a sidenote, this has made me realise my over reliance on the ip -.-
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Nostalgia
With Bee-Bee bringing me back to a past I haven't dug up for quite some time, I started reflection on the bad old days
For the first time in years I stuck out my tongue at myself and took a good look at it. This thing that once caused such low self-esteem, I've come to accept it as a part of me. Maybe when one has never experienced perfection, we're more accepting of imperfection.
If I could go back to my past, I'd ask 'What's so bad about being different?'
Maybe I was never one to want to stand out from the crowd. So I just wanted to be equal, normal, mediocre. But as time goes by, we discover more and more about ourselves. At certain points, we might realise that some part of us just simply belongs to a smaller % of a population that we are defined by.
True to myself, I wanted treatment. Appointment after appointment. Medication after medication. Day after day.... What we simply need is acceptance. Acceptance of a condition that has no known cure.
Wikipedia says that only 2% of a population have geographic tongue. Everyone is a minority in some way or another. What's yours?
For the first time in years I stuck out my tongue at myself and took a good look at it. This thing that once caused such low self-esteem, I've come to accept it as a part of me. Maybe when one has never experienced perfection, we're more accepting of imperfection.
If I could go back to my past, I'd ask 'What's so bad about being different?'
Maybe I was never one to want to stand out from the crowd. So I just wanted to be equal, normal, mediocre. But as time goes by, we discover more and more about ourselves. At certain points, we might realise that some part of us just simply belongs to a smaller % of a population that we are defined by.
True to myself, I wanted treatment. Appointment after appointment. Medication after medication. Day after day.... What we simply need is acceptance. Acceptance of a condition that has no known cure.
Wikipedia says that only 2% of a population have geographic tongue. Everyone is a minority in some way or another. What's yours?
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Hindsight
The crazy nights have passed, the tears have dried, the memories have blurred, the love has faded
The nights I once thought I could never get through have passed
The tears that used to stain my cheeks have been wiped dry
The memories that once caused the greatest pain have blurred
The intense love I once had has faded
The amazing thing about time is that it can change alot. But it can never erase history.
The nights I once thought I could never get through have passed
The tears that used to stain my cheeks have been wiped dry
The memories that once caused the greatest pain have blurred
The intense love I once had has faded
The amazing thing about time is that it can change alot. But it can never erase history.
Monday, September 6, 2010
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