It has been nearly 3 years since I registered on Xiami, and the first song I listened to on Xiami was “Love Comes Too Late.”
During my school years, I mostly used foobar2000 for offline listening, so I rarely used Xiami. The time I truly started using online music streaming frequently is probably just over a year. As for the origin, it can be roughly traced back through my daily check-ins on Xiami (up to today, 395 days).
The flight I desire, not borrowed wings [*Repeated over 50 times]
**At first, I desperately wanted to get into university; then, I couldn’t wait to graduate and start working; next, I longed to get married and have children; after that, I wished for my children to grow up quickly so I could return to work; later, I yearned to retire; now, I am truly nearing the end… Suddenly, I realize, I have forgotten to truly live. **
I remember during my sophomore year, we watched Love Connected 2. It was towards the end, maybe the last ten or twenty minutes (I checked, it’s at the 1 hour 28-minute mark), when Deng Chao gave a speech during a class meeting, delivering lines that brought tears to our eyes.
“Because, among us, one classmate has already left. She was the youngest in our class.”
It was a simple yet deeply moving scene, one that I’ve never been able to let go of.
The first time I encountered CS was 10 years ago, during a summer at my cousin’s house. Watching him with his glasses on, staring at a 15-inch CRT monitor, navigating through the pipes of de_prodigy while battling bots, I thought the game was pretty cool. After that, I found ways to play it at internet cafes, and it became an addiction.
I started playing CS extensively around 2004 and 2005, during my second and third years of high school. I often snuck out with classmates to play LAN games at internet cafes all night. Later, in college, with no academic pressure to speak of, I played even more. After graduation, during my leisure time at work, the habit continued.
Attempting to read it again with a bilingual approach. The last time I read this book was during my freshman year at the veterinary college, I believe. Unsurprisingly, like many other books, I remember nothing about its content except for the title.
Recent life updates:
1. After more than half a year of deliberation, I finally ditched my BlackBerry and switched to the Galaxy Note.
The dilemma on the right occurred when choosing a new phone model. I had always intended to stick with BlackBerry, so the 9780, 9810, and 9900 were all in consideration. Ultimately, I somewhat settled on the 9780 (second from the right). However, endless network disconnections, a lack of apps, and a small screen were major factors that deterred me from continuing with BlackBerry.
The piles of books on my desk and by my bedside are growing thicker, and my cultural debt is mounting. I only completed 9% of my 2011 reading plan, and I’m not sure how much I’ll achieve in 2012. My pace with physical books is decent, but e-books are much more taxing. It’s the weekend again, so I’ll start by tackling “The Great River.”
The most painful and confusing thing in the world is when you want to do something, only to realize that there’s another similar thing you haven’t done yet; the former is something you love, while the latter is something life forces upon you. Which one should you choose?
After holding onto my BlackBerry for five years, it finally became a thing of the past as the 8900’s casing was too battered to look at.
Undoubtedly, BlackBerry, as a tool to enhance work and life efficiency, has its unique charm and strengths. These factors were also significant reasons that held me back from switching phones, such as the physical keyboard, shortcut keys, and battery life. As a once die-hard BlackBerry fan, I had a high dependency on these iconic features, much like how I once thought I could never get used to laptops without a trackpoint. When I first considered changing phones, I still looked towards the traditional physical keyboard domain, but found little. Under the influence of Steve Jobs, the world has largely abandoned physical keyboards.