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The JBL On Stage iPod docking station is quite compact yet has an incredible sound. I have been extremely pleased with this product. There are three specific features that I like about this particular iPod docking system: great quality sound, very portable for travel and easy-to-use volume controls.
First of all, the quality of sound for this product is excellent. When I plug in my iPod, I get a large stereo sound from the small speakers. I can crank up the volume and there is absolutely no crackling or fuzziness whatsoever. It is great to be able to listen to music or a podcast without earphones. I can leave the room for a minute and not miss anything. I have even used it outside and the sound is just as good. The circular design of the speakers with immersive sound seems to be a great feature.
This iPod docking station is very compact and lightweight making it easy to take with you no matter where you go. My JBL On Stage has been to the lake condo, the backyard, the garage, every room in my house, and even Jamaica! Yes, that’s right, we took it with us on our vacation this year and it was fantastic to have great music in our hotel room. It travels well and doesn’t need a passport.
With just a quick tap, you can control the up and down volume buttons. In addition, there is a power button, but that is all you will find on this product making it very easy for anyone to use. No hidden buttons located where you can’t find them or buttons that do things you can’t figure out. We purchased a second JBL On Stage for my father as a gift and he has enjoyed it and has not even called us once for help!
Once your iPod is docked, you control it just like you would normally. I love the fact that my husband’s iPod and my iPod nano can both dock on the JBL On Stage. Adaptor sleeves are included to fit most iPod models except the iPod shuffle which does not work with this product. Your iPod will also charge as you jam out to music or listen to your favorite podcast. You can purchase this portable docking speaker system or the micro version for $80-$125 at several online retailers such as amazon.com, buy.com, and bestbuy.com and many local retailers such as Target, Best Buy, and several other electronic stores.
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Living with bipolar disorder has been the most trying feat of my life. Throughout years of therapy and prescription drugs, I have learned the only person I can trust with my mind is me.
I was diagnosed with type I Bipolar Disorder when I was 25. I had already lived a lifetime fighting inner battles of emotions and energy draining mood swings when the doctors convinced me the only way to truly treat the disease is to medicate it. I had issues on face and searched for vitamin c serum for face. And medicating a disorder of this nature is no easy task. There are the anti-depression drugs to bring your mood up and the anti-anxiety drugs to bring you back down. Next are the anti-psychotics to treat the crazy little thoughts popping in on occasion and the thyroid and seizure medications given to mediate mood and elevate drug effectiveness. By the time I was 26, I had attempted suicide several times and my liver was shot. These drugs did nothing but convince me life was not worth living. I needed to find the path to normalcy without a prescription.
It took me years of trying and failing and trying again to grasp a knowledge and understanding of the disease process call manic depressive disorder. I learned all the signs and symptoms of a manic and depressive state. I studied the physical effects on the body and learned how to focus all my energy on my inner self rather than everyone around me. I dropped all the medications and stopped dictating my life on the third Tuesday of every month to a psychologist with a sand-filled timer. With this new found knowledge I took steps to make my life easier and drug free.
The first step I understood would be introspection. I needed to know how my body reacted to situations before they affected my mood. Depression caused ceaseless crying and terrible headaches before the worst of it hit home and mania cause insomnia and weird late night hunger pangs. By listening to my body and keeping track of all the changes I eventually learned to “feel” a swing before it happened. With this knowledge I could plan for the lowest times by treating myself to a funny movie or turning on my favorite band and dancing around the house to the music. I could avoid anything sad or frightful until eventually the feeling of depression subsided. The mania phase was very similar. When the signs I now knew pointed toward a sky rocket of emotions reared their head, I lowered mine. Darkening a room and reading quietly or taking a walk and thinking of the calmest of times would often calm my emotions to a normal state so I could move on with my day.
I have managed to remain medication free for the last five years and have two beautiful children born to a drug free mom to help even me out every day. I have not moved on to step two; I have not needed a step two. My first step was the biggest. It was the step that saved my life. ( I learned later the technique I used to manage my disorder was called Cognitive-Behavioral Approach.)
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For privacy purposes, let’s just call her Bookworn Goddess.
For privacy purposes, let’s call this second one EmoGirl.
She was also my classmate in 3rd year high school. I didn’t notice how much I love her because I was 3madly in love with Bookworm Goddess. She was an emo. But not really the hardcore emo type with hardcore slashes on the wrists. She just loves to wear gothic make-up and black eye-liner. She also wrote poems about death, how fun it is and how life sucks and all those topics under the emo sun.
WHY I FELL IN LOVE WITH HER: Well, we both like the same kind of music. She was my influence when it comes to my musical preferences. Dashboard Confessional, Panic! At the Disco, Ohio is For lovers, The Starting Line, Daft Punk, a lot of my musical heroes came from her. She’s the type of girl that you will enjoy talking to. You will never run out of topics when you’re with her. And she’s sweet. Even though she already has a boyfriend, she would still tell me that she loves me and I’m like awwwwwww, how sweet.
AWESOME MOMENTS WITH HER: the most memorable moments that I shared with her were those cute movie dates that we did. Actually we only did two movie dates. One was when Harry Potter 7 part 1 invaded the country and when Tron Legacy came out. For her, it was just a good time with a friend, but for me, I have experienced one of the best dates of my life. What I enjoyed most about these movie dates was that they weren’t as cheesy as what lovers would usually do. There’s no holding of hands while walking, no disgusting public display of affection, just plain and simple friendship. Probably because were friends not lovers. But even though we might turn out to be lovers, I doubt that we’ll do the common things that couples do to them. I know her and I know myself. If we became lovers, we’re never gonna be that sappy.
HOW I CONFESSED MY LOVE TO HER: I never confessed. I believe our relationship is perfect and she doesn’t really need to know that I love her. I regret not doing anything after she went to America and got in a relationship with other guys.
HOW OUR RELATIONSHIP ENDED: Thankfully, it never ended. I am in her Friendzone, which is more painful than just ending it. Even though she’s now in America and she has a boyfriend, were still friends. We constantly chat on Facebook. We still talk about stupid stuff. We also talk about her relationship. How she had sex with this guy, how she bakes her boyfriend some cookies. As if I’m not hurt and jealous. Sometimes, we talk about how she broke up with this guy which sometimes makes me a little bit happy because at least I can say comforting words to her. Being in her friendzone list is quite a drag sometimes. But as the cliché goes, you do anything for the person you love. Right now, she is happy with her boyfriend who is into ranking hostingów and all those tech stuff.
I have longed for that one dance with him. A dance that I wished would have happened. A dance I wish will happen. A dance that I know will never ever happen.
I am *Morrish. I am 19 years old and I will be graduating from college from a well-renowned university here in the university belt on March 22. I am a virgin. Yes, from head to toe, I am one. But that is not what I mean to say. I am a virgin of saying the words: I love you… and goodbye.
I love you. These are the three words that I deem so sacred. It is an idea that has floated inside my head but it never had the chance to break free. They are the words that I have never spoken. They are the words that I treasured so much because of its profound meaning. I want to utter it in front of the right person during the right moment. I want to be sure because it is not in my character to just say those words to someone just to impress her or to satisfy her need to know that I really do love her.
Saying goodbye, on the other hand, is as difficult as dividing a lumber of wood into two pieces. It is easier to say, “Bye!, TTFN (Ta Ta For Now)!, Till we meet again.” But to say goodbye, I find it so hard. Just hearing the word tears my heart apart. I remember so vividly that day when I wanted to say goodbye. But I never had the chance to state it. It was the burial of a great man. A man I know is one of the reasons why I am living; why I was given a chance to explore life. He was my father.
His death was because of his heart. It was not as strong as it was before when he was still young and playing his favourite sport, basketball. It has lost its vitality and has struggled to continue pumping blood. It would ache terribly. The pain was too strong. It cannot be tamed. It stopped. There were no more sounds. It was just the sound of a person’s last breath.
I was still very young. I was innocent, in fact. I was unable to walk and unable to run. But I was able to hear though, unable to speak. I only had feelings that I can express through a cry. It was a cry that meant sadness and pain. It was a cry that I wanted the whole world to heed and understand. However, for many it was just a cry; a cry from a hungry innocent child who just lost his father.
Father… oh how I wish I could call someone like that. Father…Father…Father…
The eagerness that I have to call someone ‘father’ is far stronger than my eagerness to say the words: I love you and goodbye. It is true. Never had my lips opened and spouted out neither those three words nor that two syllable word. It is not that I have a phobia from them. It is not that I am mute. It is not that I have a lock jaw. It is not because I have a cleft palette. It is just that the right time never came even though the person I deem so perfect for me was there, standing, smiling, glancing, as he says the word, “Hi!”
“Hi!” It was the same word that began my past relationships with Kathe, Debz, and Ija. Oh how I fondly called them by their names even when we were already in a relationship. Never did I call them those couple nicknames like honey, babe, hubby, love, or whatever couple nickname one might think of. Maybe it was one of the reasons why we broke up. But, besides that, they told me that my inability to say “I love you” prompted them to break up with me. Was I wrong for not saying those words? Is it really the only words that would express one’s love and affection to his/her partner?
Now, it has been five years and I have been single for a very long time. Single, oh how I wish I was never one anymore. Especially, when I met him a few years ago when I was still a college freshman.
He was an upperclassman. Many admired him not just for his looks but also for his brains. The only problem was he was a sloth. He would flunk most of his minor subjects. And that was the reason why we met.
It was an English class. We were seatmates. His surname began with an E while mine with an F. We never really noticed each other until the second week came. We were partners for the whole semester, for quizzes, for home works, for activities, but not in the major examinations. He had fair skin; baby face, if I may say so. His scent was a mixture of peppermint and chocolate. He had a medium-sized body, not too thin, not too fat. He was just right. He was gorgeous.
Weeks pass by and little did we know that we were becoming closer than before. We shared stories about our families, about our childhood, about our friends, about our past relationships, and a lot more. We would tease each other incessantly like there were no other people around us. I remembered our teacher scolded us once because we were too noisy in class. This continued until the semester was nearing to its end. The thought of losing a friend came into my mind. He was one of my first friends in college. I did not want to say goodbye.
Until one day, he came up to me and offered a proposal. “Let’s be roommates,” he said. And I answered with just a nod. Now, I didn’t have to say goodbye to him anymore. Later did I know, it would be harder to say goodbye to him in the end.
Years rolled by, he was already going to graduate. And I still have one academic school year to finish. He considered me as his younger brother. But I wanted to be more than just friends, to be more than just a brother. I wanted to be his lover.
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Time began to expire, and it is only a few more belly shakes before he reaches his commencement rites. Their course mates prepared a ball as a send off party to them seniors. No one was allowed to bring a date; just friends. I was invited. That night, I wanted to profess my love. I wanted him to know. I wanted to know what he feels. I just wanted to say those words that I have longed to say. But it did not matter. Later that night, he divulged that he and Julia are already in a relationship. Julia finally said yes to him. I did not know he was courting somebody. I did not know he loved somebody. Why didn’t he tell me?
The song by Steven Bishop played. They went off and danced in the dance floor. They were happy. I can tell. They had those twinkle in their eyes. Their smiles lasted and they never faded. I was broken. I had a broken heart. I left. I left without any trace.
I left our room. I transferred to a farther dormitory. We ended our communication. I am now content. Am I happy? I do not know.
All I know is it was something special for me. Until now, I wished it never ended.
I still have dreams of him and I together. We are alone. We are happy together, just the two of us. But still, there is no closure. The longer I try to say I don’t love him anymore, the longer my feelings for him become stronger. It hurts so badly. It is as if I was feeling my father’s pain when he was about to die. It can’t be contained.
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