iPhone battery : the dead block

Hi,

Well I got apple battery from a local store, and opened my iPhone, but unfortunately i messed up alot of things, i plucked the battery, without nowing that i will damage the circuit, as you can see the bellow images, i have spent more then 10 hours continuous to solve the problem. Let me explain it to you guys.

This picture shows the battery wires connected to board, i messed these.

The picture bellow explains my findings on the circuit I hope it will give idea to some one.

Red is positive wire, white is negitive, (at least i think that) and black is ground, the real horror began when i come to know, that negitive point is only in the size of the needle head, I tried and short circuited it so many times, and heated that with my soldering machine.

Now the current situation is like this, i didnt attached the white wire (unable to get its details, and its so small that can solder that) red and black are attached, my iPhone some times says that battery is finished and does not work, and some times, it works, but when it works it says WIFI is disabled, and SIM card system not activated, please contact apple support.Which i surly know I cant. I really need to fix my iPhone and looking on net, maybe some of these details are helpful to someone.

BUT PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND TRY CUTTING THE WIRES BEFORE REPLACING THE BATTERY.

December 17th, 2005

once upon a time, matlab meri birthday ,, yeah yeah i know aap sub naraz ho gay k i didnt invited any one,, to is may naraz hoany ke kia baat hey coz i didnt invited any one…

hmmm well let me tell how was my day, and what i use to do on that.

first i took my car out, and went to inner sity, i drove for 3 hours in all the busy areas,,, renewed the documents of the car… then i sat on a THARA hotel, all the dirty ppl were sitting there having tea n juices,, there were movie cenimas on the both sides of the road, so i sath down with those ppl and had a milkshake,, thanks GOD the guy was having straws lolz…

came back home and had my lunch,,,,, then i went to rashid hospital near our uni, stayed there with patients hmmm then came home and took mom to a father’s friend’s family…

when we came back i asked mom that i m going out side,,, n will be back near 12, i went out and walked to a graveyard far from my home,,, i walked around the graves and prayed for them,,,

so finaly went to kamran and asked him that i have a treat for him, we went to a restorent eat lots of food, and on the end while we were going back to our places he asked WHY, and then i told him that it was my day .. but yeah was coz clock’s hands crossed the 12 figure….

bubble experience

once in old days, i was a kid, living alone with my parents and siblings.. oneday dad told us that we are going on a trip to MARII,

In Marri we lived in a home with the family of a friend of my dad, hmm there we enjoyed a lot, we played alot, and had fun, one day we all were moving in the car crosing some beautiful mountains, and fog, we saw a man selling buble machines,, ( yeah u know all that, its just a spring attached with a stick, and a bottle of lequade )… we all were making bubbles, i decided not to use my machine, coz we dont have much time,, we sat back in the car and i was in the lap of my mother, every body was having fun, i was on the right side back door, i opened my hands and saw the spring,, it was shining,,, and the smell of the lequade was great, i was observing every little corner of that spring, suddenly my mom snatch that spring from my hand and thrown it out of window, i was shocked, why mom why did u just thrown that, mom was feeling sorry she said that she is sorry, it was mistake coz she thought i m playig with some dirty piece of wood,, and there was water in my eyes,,, hmmm all the way to our picnic spot, and all the joy of that time was nothing for my, coz i m having my lequade bottle with me, and i m looking on the faces of my cousin, my sister, my brothers,,, mom saw me standing uot of the crowd and asked my bro to lend me his spring,, but i havent made 3 or 4 bubbles my bro took his spring from me and started making bubbles from his bottle..

i was standing,,,, alone in the crowd,,,
i was standing,,,, with out any proud,,,
i was standing,,,, waiting for a spring,,,
i was standing,,,, without any hope,,,,

then i lowered my hand and emptyed my bottle on the grass,,, i saw bubbles on the ground, now i was happy, coz i know how to make bubbles without any spring,,, went back to mom and dad.. sat behind them, looked toward sky,, a drop fell on the ground, but now there were no bubble, and it was not raining..

CRAAAPPPppp

hmmm well dont know how to start this thing, i wanted to say that but didnt know how to say that, many ppl have complaint about me that i dont talk or i feel the things which they use to say in chitchat etc. so yeah i m a human being having all the natural emotions and feelings, so i know i got angry on many things, but i control may anger you ppl know that it is very hard for a person to control the anger,,, apart from that about the funstuff yeah ppl do mind, n i also do mind, but have u ever noticed that DID i made the counter attack or not, well leave that…

hmmm some ppl … well some friends say that i m proud of the things which i have done or doing currently in my life, WHY shouldnt i have to be happy on my good deeds, hmmm when i was kid mom n sis usualy go to buy the stuff for their selves, so when they realized that i m some artist sort a freak, they ask me to be with them to make decissions, color combinations, style, boldness, material hell of things and coz i am having the habit of seeing things by different angles i warn them that this is loose or the color is not matching or some beeds are missing … etc. etc.

in a page of my diary i wrote that when someone is speaking to me, it is very hard for me to concentrate on the words, but i use to stare in the eyes hand movments, or the dress n face expressions,,, many times i said that ALLAH G dont gave such habbits or eyes to someone coz they some time create problems for me,,, i really dont want to pose that i m superior … knowing is believing, n great power brings great responsibility .. in the time of isolation the 3 dark years of my life, i have done lots of things to please my self,,,, but never wanter them to come infront of my way…………………. ohhh bad mind processsing…. adios

Rain rain go away, come again some other day

last day it was raining, i received a call from essam and he was saying that he gonna miss that rain, i asked him should i come to ur office he said,, NAAaa office wallay pagal samjhain gain… khair phir mujhay city towr gulberg jana para barish ho rahi thee car driving kar k gia,, city towr chala to gia… but wahan dil kia k sub say opper ja k dekha jaey.. 10th floor pay ja k towr kee chat pay baith k bohat acha lag raha tha… koi bhee nahi tha us barish ko enjoy karnay k liay,, her taraf ajeeb c dhund c chai hoi thee,,, i can see the fading shadows of the building,,, i was alone…. MOKSHA…

after a while two guard came and asked me to come down, i said why, they said do u want to suiside i said no i m not that brave… i went down with them. once for a while i thought i shouldnt keep my self Alone…..

then i remember that i left my mobile in the car,, i went down to my car and took out the mobile…

hmmmm so when i was free i came back to home,,, and when i knocked the door mom said that your chota bhai is not back yet from tution so you should go and pick him up,,, i said i want to take my mobile with me she said no its raining and you shouldnt.. so i walked,,, in the water…. i have just crossed two roads that my brother called me where i was going, i said i was going to take you home, now you go home i will go to kamran…

i was now going to kamran’s home, water level was too high that my fingers were touching the water… and i was walking. i saw little kids swimming in that water…. one can only imagine the condition of that water.. i was in there… there were insects swiming in the water.. such insects that many ppl dont want to name them.. some of the insects crawled over me to save their selves…. and i was walking…

my toe was paining as i lost my nail again … i can feel that water is cutting my wound but i have to walk… i walked to kamran place.. he opend the door and he was dry i asked what happend he showed me a deep cut on his neck he cant go with me anywhere in the rain.. i was walking with a limb… so we both decided not to go any where.. i sat there,,, we talked about thousands of things,,,,, and there i smoked,,, i smoked half dozen cigrates… and it felt good… kamran recalled the scene of “KHUSHI”….

there we saw A Darama, vastave, Hall Chall, Hathyar… and listened lots of songs… then at 7 i walked back to home…. my finger were paining… i was like the song of Michael Jackson “When you are alone and you feel cold inside, like a stranger in mascow”…. i arrived back, and mom told me about the calls i missed…. yeah i missed lots of stuff

Why we need some one

my days and my nights.. all mine… i was just thinking.. why we need some one.. is there something really a thing.. yeah or not.. i m expressing here my self.. but why… didnt i got any one else to share my things.. or i just want every one to know how i m feeling…. ASK WHAT EVER YOU WANT yeah if i need something i have to ask.. how other person will come to know that what i m expecting.. yeah expectations.. expectations are the thing which is really really bad.. if someone cant be as our expectations it hurt us… hmm again .. big WHHHYYYY…..