True friendship is a life time achievement, and a friend is the path through
whom huge sentimental, spiritual and even material blessings gush. Interacting
warmly with family and friends is a super pressure reducer. Instead of our minds
working ultimately on troublesome harms, it is occupied with thoughts of other
things and other people. Warm friendship is like fine fitness; value it while you
have it. People have a fundamental need to be liked themselves, and by showing your
admiration of them, they will return your feelings. Admire given out honestly is
a immense act of friendship.Be kind, soft, calm, and a good listener. Attempt to seek the positive elements not the terrible qualities in people. It is sad that so many either reject God's
friendship or take it for granted. That may be one clarification as to why we
do not know how to be friends to each other. Our friends fill our lives with
joy.When our friends hurt, we're there to soothe. We desire to know the lot about
our friends and find out in life that we really need them. Friends are people we
commit to; without true friendship life feels very lonely and incomplete.
cracking your knuckles does not actually hurt your bones or cause arthritis.
Cracking your knuckles (or any of your joints) can have therapeutic benefits. When you crack one of your joints you are pulling the bones that are connected at the joint apart from each other. This process stimulates your tendons, relaxes your muscles, and loosens your joints. Chiropractors do this for spinal joints when your back is sore and stiff, but you can do this on your own for your knuckles, toes, knees, neck, etc.Unfortunately, there can be too much of a good thing. Cracking your knuckles will never lead to arthritis (despite what your mom keeps telling you), but scientists have discovered that it can cause tissue damage in the affected joints. Knuckle-cracking pulls your finger bones apart which stretches your ligaments. Too much stretching of your ligaments will cause damage to your fingers akin to the arm injuries sustained by a baseball pitcher who throws too many pitches. In addition to making your hand really sore, this ligament damage can also result in reduced grip strength.
How does this work? Your joints, the places in your body where you can bend, are where your bones intersect and are held together by ligaments. These joints are surrounded by a liquid called synovial fluid. When you stretch your ligaments by pulling the bones apart to crack your knuckles a gas in the synovial fluid escapes and turns into a bubble. This process is called cavitation. Cavitation ends when the bubble eventually bursts, producing that popping sound we know and love. After that, your joints won't be able to crack for another 25-30 minutes while the gas gets reabsorbed into the synovial fluid.
(post by nur farhana ajua bt mustafa)
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My Dreams and the Balloons
I have a few dreams. And I'm working on it. Can I push the limit without crossing the boundaries? Can I blow it more without "pop!" It out? Blow require efforts. Same goes to dreams.
I will. Let's try. Let's see. And if my balloon still want to explode, and if nothing I can do to save it, it's okay I guess. I will try another balloon. Never give up. NEVER SAY NEVER. Ahaha
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Nurfarahin ^-^v
freah pineapples destroy Jell-O!They can even dissolve your tongue!!
An enzyme in pineapples called bromelain destroys proteins! If you try to put fresh pineapple slices into your Jell-O, the bromelain will break down the gelatin. If you tried to mix it with Jell-O mix and put it in the fridge, it’ll stay in liquid form instead of turning it to Jell-O. Canned pineapples don’t have bromelain, so you can put those in your Jell-O instead. Bromelain can also be used to ruin a perfectly good steak. A little bit can be added to tenderize the meat, but if you leave it in the steak for a couple days, it gets really mushy. It has the same effect on human tongues. However, your tongue regenerates cells quickly, so you don’t have to worry about eating pineapple (unless you’re allergic).
50 Dollars is 50 Dollars
Morris and his wife Esther went to the state fair every year, and every year Morris would say, 'Esther, I'd like to ride in that helicopter. 'Esther always replied, 'I know Morris, but that helicopter ride is 50 dollars and 50 dollars is 50 dollars.'
One year Esther and Morris went to the fair, and Morris said, 'Esther I'm 85 years old. if I don't ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance.' Esther replied, 'Morris that helicopter is 50 dollars and 50 dollars is 50 dollars.' The pilot over heard the couple and said, 'folks I'll make you a deal. I'll take the both of you for a ride; if you can stay quiet for the entire ride and not say a word I won't charge you! but if you say one word, it's 50 dollars.'
Morris and Esther agreed and up they went. the pilot did all kinds of fancy manoeuvres, but not a word was heard. he did his dare devil tricks over and over again, but still not a word. When they landed, the pilot turned to Morris and said, 'by golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn't . I'm impressed!'
Morris replied, 'well I almost said something when Esther fell out, but, you know, 50 dollars is 50 dollars!'
The Worry Tree: A Useful and Warm-Hearted Story :)
Paresh, an Indian carpenter I once hired to help me restore my old farmhouse had just finished a difficult and hard first day on the job. A flat tyre on his lorry made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw packed in, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, Paresh sat in stony, thoughtful silence.
On arriving, Paresh, in the way of all Indian gentlefolk, invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
When opening the door to his home, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
When opening the door to his home, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
After a cup of tea, he walked me to my car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
'Oh, that's my trouble tree,' Paresh replied. 'I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again. Funny thing is', he smiled winningly, 'when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.
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