I really need to find a site where I can watch “Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho (The Way He Looks)” with English subtitles! It’s not shown in my local area, and I am so dying to see it. :( Anyone, please help me!
CHRISTIANS are commanded to observe the Memorial of Christ’s death. This observance is also called “the Lord’s evening meal.” (1 Corinthians 11:20) What is so significant about it? When and how should it be observed?
Jesus Christ instituted this observance on the night of the Jewish Passover in 33 C.E. The Passover was a celebration held just once a year, on the 14th day of the Jewish month…
betrayal (n.) “hurting (someone who trusts you, such as a friend or relative) by doing something morally wrong.”
It is sad that in almost any kind of relationship, betrayal is a part of the picture; and the saddest part of it is that in never comes from your enemies, but from the people you hold most dear (ignore the latter thought, I just realised how rubbish it is). When faced with betrayal,…
No relationship can never be perfect. You can never force your partner to be faithful in a way that you think you deserve to be treated. In a relationship, we can always be loyal, but rarely honest. What’s important–I guess–is that at the end of the day, you find each other side by side, and you’re happy knowing that he’s yours.
We need to enjoy the relationship while it lasts, for if you waste…
Bad news. A major vulnerability, known as “Heartbleed,” has been disclosed for the technology that powers encryption across the majority of the internet. That includes Tumblr.
We have no evidence of any breach and, like most networks, our team took immediate action to fix the issue.
But this still means that the little lock icon (HTTPS) we all trusted to keep our passwords, personal emails, and credit cards safe, was actually making all that private information accessible to anyone who knew about the exploit.
This might be a good day to call in sick and take some time to change your passwords everywhere—especially your high-security services like email, file storage, and banking, which may have been compromised by this bug.
You’ll be hearing more in the news over the coming days. Take care.
In the business world, sending letters (either in the form of a traditional mail or e-mail) is one of the many ways of communicating professionally. Either from one company to another or within the company itself, there are hundreds of e-mails being sent daily. However, unlike the messages you send to your friends and families over Facebook or Twitter, business e-mails are crafted professionally,…
He was inside, tinkering with the console, pushing buttons and flicking switches. The constant humming of the machine made itself manifest inside the control room. Aside from that sound, there was nothing but silence. He leaned forward, toward the glass cylinder that stood in the middle of the room, and stared at the mechanism, the same mechanism he had been staring at for years—centuries even—the same mechanism that has changed through time.
He was alone, like most of the time. Like all the time. He paused from whatever he was doing smile, remembering the good old days when he had companions, all those companions. Suddenly, a ringing began.
“What?” He muttered, quite unsure of where the sound was from. “What?” He searched the room; the ringing continues.
He groped around the console, the part where the ringing came from. “Ah!” He exclaimed as he found the source of the ringing.
“A phone?” He sounded surprised. It kept ringing. “Where—” He asked, but then he remembered. It was Martha’s. She gave it to him before she left, because she is not having him disappear. He flicked the phone open. “Hello,” he said.
“Doctor,” a woman’s voice answered from the other line. Martha. She sounded excited—a bit more like enthusiastic and worried and confused. “Doctor, she remembers.”
“What?” He responded, confused of what he heard.
“She remembers. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but she remembers. And she is okay. She is fine. Nothing happened to her. She remembers, Doctor. She remembers.” Martha supplied, almost out of breath.
“Who? Who remembers?” He asked.
“Donna,” Martha answered. “Donna Noble. She remembers. And she’s waiting for you at Cheswick.”