http://www.foot.com/articles/?cat=6
foot health say that keeping 0an eye our feet is like keeping an eye to overall health. undiagnosed diabetes, cardivascular disease, kidney disease and canser can be shown through feet. feet have the longest nerves and arteries in the body and at the lowest part of the body. therefor, they will be the first signal to our body.
when there is a diabetes, the extra sugar damages the nerves and other tissues. when there is blood pressure or other cardiovascular problems, our feet may swell. if vessels clog with impurities, tissues die nad must be amputated.
kidney disease can cause swelling.
when there is a blood flow problems, our toes will show a darkening or discoloration.
unexplained sores and lacerations signal loss of ifeeling in feet, and that signals diabetes.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
a box full of kisses
http://www.indianchild.com/a_box_full_of_kisses.htm
the story goes that some time ago,a man punished his three years old daughter for wasting a roll of his gold wrapping paper. money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box under a Christmas tree. nevertheless the girl brought the present to her father the next morning and said, "this is for you, daddy."
the man was embarrassed by his earlier over action, but his anger flared again when his found out the box was empty, he yelled at her,stating,"don't you know when you give someone a gift, there is supposed to be something inside? the little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried,"oh daddy, its not empty at all. i blew kisses into the box. there are all for you daddy."
the father was crushed. he put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. it is told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and whenever it was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
the story goes that some time ago,a man punished his three years old daughter for wasting a roll of his gold wrapping paper. money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box under a Christmas tree. nevertheless the girl brought the present to her father the next morning and said, "this is for you, daddy."
the man was embarrassed by his earlier over action, but his anger flared again when his found out the box was empty, he yelled at her,stating,"don't you know when you give someone a gift, there is supposed to be something inside? the little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried,"oh daddy, its not empty at all. i blew kisses into the box. there are all for you daddy."
the father was crushed. he put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. it is told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and whenever it was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
apple pie
http://www.myhomecooking.net/apple-pie/
today we have to find something that related to our course which is chemical engineering(biotechnology). then, the first thing that cross to my mind is how to make apple pie. apple pie is a part of almost American tradition.with its own way. why the apple pie is the favorite? the crumbliness of the shortening crust along with the flakiness of a butter crust, make it delicious. next, its scrumptious filling, the sweet vinegar and the cinnamon coating, then its melts in mouth making its more more yummy.
today we have to find something that related to our course which is chemical engineering(biotechnology). then, the first thing that cross to my mind is how to make apple pie. apple pie is a part of almost American tradition.with its own way. why the apple pie is the favorite? the crumbliness of the shortening crust along with the flakiness of a butter crust, make it delicious. next, its scrumptious filling, the sweet vinegar and the cinnamon coating, then its melts in mouth making its more more yummy.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Make A Mother
By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?" And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"
"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked. The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"
The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"
"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked. The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"
The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"
Sunday, September 7, 2008
friendship last forever
here is a poem that i just read from internet :
THE DUMMY |
| by Michael Mack |
| In that forgotten part of town Where wasted hopes and dreams abound, A wrinkled man with life near end, In hopes to have at least one friend, Fashioned bits of wood and things And made a dummy run by strings. He sat alone for hours on end, Conversing with his only friend And found delight within the fact That he controlled it's every act. He told it how he never had A chance, since all his luck was bad Although he'd tried so to succeed - The dummy nodded and agreed. And how his journeys in romance Had never given him a chance, And wasn't it a crying shame That he was always held to blame When everyone knew, oh so well, That life is but a living Hell, Controlled by lust and power and greed? The dummy nodded and agreed. With patience that would rival saints, That dummy sat through all complaints And, with each little expert tug, He'd droop his head or bow or shrug And give some comfort to the man Who held his lifelines in his hand And helped to fill a lonely need When he just nodded and agreed. Senility increased with time As did the old man's phantomime, And feverish fingers pulled with glee The dummy's dance of misery. They never left each other's side Until the day both stopped and died. We found them lying, hand in hand, The dummy - and his wooden friend. actually this poem is about friendship towards human being. everybody need friend in their life. without friend, our life will not cheer. no one will cheer us up. for me, without friend we will fell lonely. i can continue my life even i don't have someone special in my life but not if i don't have friend. this is because i can share everything with my friend but not with him. for me, friendship will not last forever. http://www.netpoets.com/poems/friends/1504002.htm |
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