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When I got my very first Android phone, the Sony Ericsson Xperia X8, it had Eclair on it (Android 2.1). Back then it was good enough as I only used it for tweeting and stalking people on Facebook. However, when Instagram announced that they were going to release an Android version, I was super excited. That was when I hadn’t known that it needed Gingerbread and up, and you should know that Sony Ericsson did not give Xperia X8 an update to Gingerbread. And then I found that it was actually possible to upgrade my phone to Gingerbread by using a custom ROM called GingerDX. Vicky taught me how to root my phone and then install the custom ROM on it. I was happy. I was glad.
Then I got another Android phone, the Sony Xperia Miro with ICS. It is actually more than enough: nice camera, bigger screen, and with what I’ve learnt I can customised it all I want. I rooted it, installed Link2SD, etcetera. But then Instagram did it again: they released the video feature only available for Jelly Bean. You can call me crazy, but I really love Instagram so much that I took a big decision to once again upgrade my phone to a newer Android version using custom ROM. This time, it is Cyanogenmod 10.
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I’m using Nova Launcher for my home screen. The icons are from an icon pack called Tiny White Icon Pack. I don’t put any widget on the home screen just so my wallpaper can be seen clearly. Hehehe…
Turns out my Instagram still can’t be used to upload videos because the app stops working everytime I get to the “Choose a Cover Frame” stage. I’m still yet to find how to fix this, but hey… at least I have an old-but-new phone now, right? And I’m also glad that I can use Unlockbootloader and Flashtool now. I’m not a real geek so that makes me think “How cool is that, huh?”
When you’re sad:
1. Write letters to the people you love. Don’t seal them; don’t send them. Instead, stick them between the pages of library books.
2. Eat raspberries off your fingertips.
3. Venture outside and observe natural life. Watch a honey bee suck the nectar from lavender plants. Watch a snail slowly make its way towards the shade of a tree. Watch a hummingbird innocently fly above your head. Realize how insignificant you are.
4. Smile at strangers; say hello. It will improve their day and your own.
5. Write lists. They can be about anything.
6. Read several pages of the dictionary. Learn new words. Write down the ones you wish to remember.
7. Never feel compelled to apologize when you don’t feel sorry. It’s okay that you’re honest. It’s okay that you have a different opinion from someone else.
8. Read books and watch movies from your childhood. A healthy dose of nostalgia is okay. Immerse yourself in your past innocence.
9. Walk to a park and get on a swing. Go as high as you can; feel limitless. The world is yours.
10. Eat if you’re hungry. Food is not the enemy. You are a human and need food to survive. You deserve to eat. Put those raspberries on your fingers and sprinkle sugar on your tongue. Taste the summer breeze and sweet aroma of jasmine flowers.
11. Don’t marinate in your sadness. You are not a steak. You are a person; you’re irreplaceable. Open yourself up to contentment. Bathe in the rivers of Glee. Go for hikes with Satisfaction. Sleep in a warm cocoon of blankets with Bliss. Let endless happiness overcome your hopeless sadness. You deserve to be happy. If life is a game and you are the referee, be biased for once and let happiness win.
Ramadhan mubarak, people! It’s already the fifth day of Ramadhan (or for some of you it might be the sixth) and I’ve been busy worshiping God by the most convenient ibadah of the month: sleeping. Not good, I know. But I have a legit reason behind it. I started Ramadhan with a good sleepless night. I didn’t sleep at all before facing the first day of Ramadhan because I had a serious midnight anxiety attack. All the worries I’ve had for the past year came altogether that night that I couldn’t even close my eyes without feeling the urge to ugly-cry.
I did, however, get over it fifteen minutes before getting out of bed to help my mum preparing for sahur in the kitchen. I haven’t had any more midnight anxiety since then, though that one did screw up my sleeping schedule.
About one hour before that, I opened the email app on my phone and started writing to someone I trust. At first, I really intended to send the mail. After spending an hour writing about my anxiety without re-reading and changing any single word, I decided to just keep it as a draft. I may or may not send it someday, but saving it into the draft successfully released me from the midnight anxiety attack I was having. It was really helpful.
I guess I’ll do it again if someday I get hit by yet another anxiety attack (not just the midnight ones).
Swimming Pool!