Jonas Brothers: Free Album Download

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Who Needs Limewire?

I am not really a computer-savvy chick. I don't know how to maximize the use of the internet nor do I know the basics of replacing a printer cartridge and installing programs. So far, I still am learning. I don't want to be way behind technology, right? Today, I discovered a far better way of downloading MP3s. I thought that Limewire was the solution for all the songs that I want to search - I was dead wrong!!! There is a site called Evilshare and Media Fire. Both are excellent sites. Through these sites, I was able to download MP3 albums for free. Try it. You just might like it! To start, I want to share an album worth downloading. Try downloading Lady Gaga's album - The Fame for free. just click on this link and you're set : http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?njji2myttnw

Skipping Summer

You know what’s weird? It’s already April and summer was supposed to be here a few weeks back. It has been consistently raining since last week, and what freaks me out is that this is the first summer I’ve experienced to have rain almost everyday. It feels that it isn’t summer yet. Or maybe there won’t be a summer this year. It looks like our country has totally skipped it, and now it is rainy season. I don’t know if I would feel relieved. Yes, I dislike the heat and the sun, but, supposedly, it should be summer, and so far, all I have experienced is rain. Though I prefer rain than the sun, I am a worried because rain isn’t really a normal thing especially if we are supposed to experience heat and the sun during summer season. The rain has kept me still waiting for that ridiculously high temperature that I dread, but it still hasn’t come yet. Perhaps summer is late? Or maybe this year, we would just skip summer? I am a bit scared about the whole thing actually. It isn’t normal to have rain everyday in summer. Weird. This is perhaps the effect of global warming. Our seasons go haywire. Scientists predict that in six years the world will totally feel the devastating effect of global warming. Seasons will change, and we will experience extreme temperatures. I am scared of this happening. I live in the Philippines where there is no snow. If it snows here, people will die. Right now, we are experiencing a slight freaky change in nature’s course. Sooner or later, we may have to face its bigger impact. Can we still help save the environment? Maybe, maybe not. But we have to try our best even if it is too late.

Dreading Summer

I may be the only person who dreads summer. Unlike everybody who loves the sun so much, I don’t. It is not that I abhor the sun, it’s just with the intense heat it brings, I experience difficulty in breathing, like I’m being smothered by warm invisible hands, eager to take my breath away. Summer hasn’t always given me this kind of negative feeling. When I was young, I used to anticipate the end of classes so I could enjoy summer vacation playing with my cousins and friends. Now, with the temperature several degrees above the normal summer I used to enjoy, I would rather deprive myself of that precious Vitamin D and keep myself safe from dangerous ultraviolet rays. I don’t get people who would choose to bask in a sort-of-earthly-hell-kind-of-sun, wearing a skimpy bikini while men ogle at their oh-so-perfect-cellulite-free bodies. Maybe it’s just their way of showing off? I really don’t get it. Summer means increased cost of electric bills and also with the water bills. Summer means skin rashes and asthma attacks; sunburn and forest fires. It means heat waves and heat strokes; drought and famine; skin disease from contaminated pools and worse, skin cancer from that dreadful sun. No amount of positive explanation could ever convince me that summer is actually a happy season. How could I enjoy this season with all of this happening? Bikinis and break from work are not reason enough to mask horrors of what summer could bring. I don’t mean to be pessimistic, but if global warming wasn’t as worse as it is now, then maybe summer would be more tolerable and everybody would actually enjoy it.

The Best Birthday Gift Ever

I just turned thirty and unlike the past years, I didn't celebrate this year. However, I still received a couple of gifts - a pair of Nike Air, a black Penshoppe shirt and a short poem from a student. The last was the one I liked the best. Let me share it with you. Teacher Rhosel by Paola Eunice Basinillo Teacher Rhosel teaches us in Grade Four She makes us want to learn some more The way she teaches is different but exciting It makes English look so very inviting. She's a great teacher, one of the best And she's good in coaching for the Sportsfest Hard lessons become so easy And she doesn't say anything cheesy. She's very cool and nice too. And she can do stuff that I never knew She says funny jokes and has lots of stories to tell. And her voice? Loud and clear as a bell. That poem makes THREE-ZERO worthwhile. I'm glad that I have inspired someone. I guess this poem just tells me that I really am called to be a teacher. Awesome! I hope I become an inspiration to more students and that they would love English the way that I do too.

Overcoming Aging

Wouldn't it be just weird if you were born looking like an 80-year old, and as you grow, your physical features become young? That is the curious case of Benjamin Button. I happened to see the trailer of this film and found the story very intriguing indeed. Imagine that? Instead of going through the normal and painful process of aging, you simply overcome it and age inversely. That kept me thinking. F. Scott Fitzgerald must be a very brilliant writer to have ever imagined such curious case. I just turned three-zero (30) a few days ago, and wondered how it would be like to not age. I am lucky because I don't exactly look my age. Some people who don't really know me would comment that I look like a college student. One friend asked me if I could share the fountain of youth that I've been hiding. People want to know my secret, but I don't have any. It's genes I guess. I hope that when I'm 40, I would look ten years younger. Today, there are a lot of anti-oxidants and supplements that supposedly helps defy skin aging. Some people even go to dermatologists to have botox shots. Other well-off people would even consider plastic surgery just to look young. Everybody wants to be immortal somehow and many seem afraid to physically deteriorate. But aging is really inevitable. The only thing we could do is to learn how to age gracefully. It really doesn't matter how old you look. What matters is that with age, comes wisdom. It really would be pathetic to have aged but have accomplished and learned nothing; to have grown old but have loved and cared for no one; and to have matured but have gone spiritually nowhere. Life is short. I sometimes contemplate about how my life would end. Yes, having to think of death is indeed morbid, but with this in mind, I live my life like it's always my last day. But I also live life to the fullest in Christ because of a promise. A promise, that one day, beyond this physical realm, I will live with no fear of death itself, because I have already overcome. Age has a limit that renders us powerless because it signifies that there is an end. However, the day will come, when I don't need to worry about aging, or even aging inversely as with the case of Benjamin Button. Because on the day that I overcome, aging has no power over me anymore.

Men in Pink Shoes

A man in pink shoes. This is an idiom I made myself. It simply means - a man doing a woman's job. Looking for a living is very difficult these days, and because of this fact, many of our today's men has stepped down from their macho pedestals and have resorted to wear pink shoes. Haven't you noticed that there are more male nurses and teachers now, than 20 years ago? There are also more male caregivers and now there are more male nannies and not to mention - housebunds (male version of housewives). We just hired a male nanny for my son. He also works as a house boy. He finds that there is nothing gay about it. He has a positive outlook in life and for the first time,I had a good feeling about hiring him. I have confidence that he would do his job better than the other female nannies we hired. Sometimes, the only person who could do a better job in a lady's work is a man. I think John is that guy. My husband is also a housebund. I am not ashamed to admit that during the morning, he takes care of my son, washes clothes and cleans some part of our house. He does his job excellently, and I am proud of how he has raised my son Ken. Doing a ladies work doesn't mean that a guy is gay. It only means that the guy is not insecure of his macho image and that he is ready to do a lady's job if necessary. I, personally think, that a lady's job doesn't make a guy less of a man when he does it. In actuality, it makes him more in touch of his feminine side and makes him more of a complete being.

The City of Ember and Other Apocalyptic Movies

In this day and age, with all the catastrophes happening in every part of the world, it is not impossible for mankind to be endangered. With this in mind, many scientists are now trying to look for solutions to serious problems that may arise when nature unleashes to us its unknown fury. In a documentary entitled The Inconvenient Truth, Former United States Vice President Al Gore showed the relevance of global warming to mankind’s future. Fifty years from now, scientists predict that the earth will experience the next ice age. If what the scientists are saying comes true, millions of people will die. So environmentalists are imploring that we must all work together to save our planet from total destruction. We must all work together for our own self preservation.

A few nights ago, I watched a movie entitled The City of Ember. The City of Ember is a story about a place built underground by great engineers of the past. The purpose for which is for the preservation of mankind. A calamity of some sort befell the earth and the only solution so that mankind won’t be totally obliterated was for them to build a city underground. The key outside the city was entrusted to the present mayor who will then pass it on to the next. But then, as the years passed by, the key was forgotten, and so was the knowledge that there was a world beyond the City of Ember. For more than two-hundred years, the people lived underground, with no sunlight and with too much dependence on electricity. People in the City of Ember were already experiencing shortage of food and electrical malfunctions. That’s because they were only meant to live there for two hundred years and not more. Their supply was depleting and they were all living in poverty, thanks to the mayor who has forgotten about the key.

Two young adults were able to discover the key that would let them out the City of Ember. Through faith and perseverance they were able to find all the clues that would lead them out of the city. When they finally got out, it was their first time to see the sun and the sky. The earth was covered with lush greens and it was like paradise. Soon, the news spread to the City of Ember, and everyone was able to go out and live in the new earth once again.

An underground city is not impossible with today’s technology. If worse would come to worst, mankind might be forced to this similar kind of situation if indeed the next ice age is coming. Heaven forbid that it doesn’t come. Apocalyptic movies (i.e. I Am Legend, Day After Tomorrow, The Happening) remind us that we should all be concerned of our environment. Everything that we do affects everyone else, so we have to be mindful of our actions. We should all work together against global warming and other things that would destroy mankind and the environment. It is not enough that we rally. We have to inform those who don’t know. It is also not enough to inform. We should also act and the right time is NOW.

Love Simply Is

Love is a universal language. Children and adults alike have their own unique concept of love. However we define it, there is no right or wrong, because love can be a thousand words all at the same time – a totality of every ounce of our being, infused with all of our sweet and bitter experiences brought about by this supposed complication. Love can be described in all sorts of adjectives ranging from the first letter of the alphabet to the last. Love is amazing, boundless, complex, dependable, enigmatic, and fascinating. Love is golden, humble, integral, joyful, knowing and loyal. Love can also be mysterious, noble, ostensible, poetic, quintessential, and romantic. Love is also superlative, tender, ubiquitous, valiant, warm, yielding and zealous. Love can do all sorts of things. Love absorbs, beguiles, cheers, and desires. It energizes and fascinates. Love gambles, hopes, and also it inspires. Love also joins, keeps, and also lavishes. Love can merge, numb, occupy, and provide. At the same time love can quench and rave. Love can scorch, tantalize, understand, and validate. Love wins. Love yearns. Love can be compared to thousands of things. Love is like an amalgam, a buffer, a circus. It could be a drug, electricity or even fire. Love is like a grenade, a hazard, an impulse. Love is a joyride. Love can sometimes be a killer. Love is a legacy. It is magic. Love is like nimbus clouds, or an oracle, a path to salvation. Love is a question. It is like a river, the sun, a train. Love is an umbrella, a vacuum, a waterfall, an x-ray. Love is like yoga. Love is like the zoo. Indeed our personal definition of love could prove to be the sum of all our own experiences and the words we choose to use. We try to define love as an attempt to understand and verify what we feel. But, in the greater scope of things, love is too precious to ever be limited into words that could make it tangible. Words may never be enough, and when words wouldn’t suffice, one thing is for sure – as Paolo Coelho simply states in his book The Witch of Portobello. . . love simply is.

From Hate to Indifference

There is this person that I won’t care to even name, who has hurt me more than any human being alive. He has inflicted the kind of hurt that surpasses the pain you get from an operation, and this hurt would take years to heal or maybe even never. At first, his despicable acts were just dismissed as immaturity. I forgave. I let him be. But the forgiveness of humans ends, and I have come to a saturation point - I have nothing more to give. I once regarded this person highly. I have mistaken his self-righteousness as dignity, his immaturity as logical reasoning, and his bribery as generosity. The little ounce of respect that I have for him has diminished into a speck. If he pushes me to the limit, the speck might even be reduced into nothingness. Heaven forbid that I lose myself and unleash to him all the resentment that is just deep within me – written in my heart like it was a piece of paper, a short novel of his shortcomings – ready to be recounted and etched to his soul until the end of his days. Sometimes when I close my eyes and picture him in my mind, I see only a pig wallowing in the mud. That is how he disgusts me. I now compare him to a filthy animal – a close to perfect representation of what he is now. Actually, a pig doesn’t even come close. He is scum. No – not scum, but the fungus that feeds on the scum. Ugh! The thought of him just makes me nauseous. I have come to the point of hating him. But soon I realized that hating him is not worth my energy. A friend told me that the reason why I hate him is because I love him. That’s true. The reason I was beyond furious with him is because I cared. How could I not care? In me runs the same blood. Because of his vile acts, I have come to a decision to renounce him and figuratively wash his blood away from my veins with the mighty name of someone higher. I have decided to cross from hate to indifference. At least when I am indifferent, I wouldn’t give a damn anymore. It is easier than hating, because I don’t have to invest feelings. Slowly I am unlearning the process of hating. Now I am just trying to be numb. When he walks around, I pretend that I don’t see him. When he talks I pretend that I don’t hear him. It’s easier to pretend that he doesn’t exist. Maybe if I wait long enough, I don’t need to pretend anymore.