How to Access and Read the iPhone SMS Text Message Backup Files

I didn’t think I had to know How to Access and Read the iPhone SMS Text Message Backup Files.

Not until my iTunes crashed (for the first time in a year) while syncing with the iPhone.

And I was sad for a little while. :'c

I suppose the latter had no idea how it was to react in such a situation, which explains why it went into a limbo. A forced shutdown (holding top + home button) and a replug to the com later, I was told the iPhone was in recovery mode, and the only option I had was to restore it BACK to factory settings. If you’ve had your iPhone long enough, you’ll understand how heartbreaking it is to see your homescreen so devoid of life. Especially when you open your message app to an empty screen. :c I beseech you dear fellow apple whore, do not underestimate the power of backup files.

Waffles, pizza and Cleopatra.

Within four walls and away from weather,
The weekend passed us by.

Cherish that,

“Men are sensitive too,” says he, beckoning her to take caution of the love she rests on. “He’s dedicated to you, I can tell,”

Fairbanks Cabin, Alaska. Palin you lucky woman. D:<

I don’t know how you do what you do
It just keeps getting better
With you by my side

And this, was wishlist item no. 1

You know what they say about “no pain, no gain”; Behold however, I managed to get the best of both worlds.

The birthday surprise :^D

I hit the first ’2′ in eight years on 10/10 this year. For months on end, I’d been remotely obsessed with the oozing beauty of corsets and garters.. but I never made that move because there was so many out-of-my-budget-ones to choose from from (what is known by most as the kinky costume shop) that corset specialist shop. Until finally, I was blindfolded and taken all the way there and forced to make the choice.

Courtesy of a Lim Zi Le who gathered some of my best friends together. *inebriation omg love you girl!!*

It was surreal really, not because it was the first time I received the top wishlist item in both hands, but because it was an odd mix of people who shared my present. For who could be at the table in surprise part 2, but a best friend I grabbed from practically each school I’ve ever went to.. and my siblings. These friends come from all around, and have always taken separate compartments in my life, and see the different sides of me. When the situation allowed though, I made sure to introduce them so that I could have a more ‘holistic’ funeral (ha ha).

And I really mean different sides of me. I mean, here’s what I got this year from individual/groups of friends:

• The above-mentioned corset
• A cork board of messages and photographs
• A Forever 21 gift card
• Dawn of the Bunny Suicides by Andy Riley (no I do not have suicidal tendencies)
• A beautiful handmade card addressing me as ‘fart girl’ (note juxtaposition)
• A fix-it-your-self pistol
• Bach’s Prelude and Fugue and a manuscript book
• An overseas call from which Ernie sang to me for about 2 minutes

See.

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Incoming random test results:

Which Snoopy Character are you?

You’re Snoopy! Youre outgoing with strong opinions and you act without thinking, but can be a bit of a wimp sometimes! Your big personality can annoy people but you are loving and people love you!

Which Sex and the City Character Are You?

You are Carrie. You know what you want out of a relationship and you’re not afraid to keep moving until you get it. Wit and charm are your biggest turn-ons, and you like guys who appreciate you for your mind as much as your body. You have fun playing the dating game, but secretly you just can’t wait to find the guy who sweeps you off your feet and carries you into the sunset.

On the expressway yesterday,

I counted 32 kites on a lonely field.

 

Photo from Art.com. Was too engrossed counting them out to Martin over the phone to grab my own shot, but oh wells!

No,

 

Don’t look at me like that.
With empty eyes accompanied with nothing more than a neutral frown.
Please,
Don’t laugh with the rest of them before passing me with a muted mumble.
I wish for anything else;
A chide, a call, a punch even,
But please,

Don’t look at me like a stranger who’s not even there.

I exist, and I still want to remain in your top 7.

How can I climb back up when you wouldn’t let me?
Please,
Don’t stop me with awkward moments and empty eyes.

Please,
Punch me.

What the fuck have I been doing?