You can see your car in the distance but you could unlock the door with your remote key as it is too far away to work. Your kid who is waiting beside it is getting impatient with you as he wants something in there.
This is when you really need your brain to help you unlock your car door if you don't intend to walk over. Don't have to crack your mind about it, just put the key to your head and try again.
It works! That's science.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
Ending the sufferings in life
Will suicide ends sufferings? Angie Fenimore, shares her answers with you in this video.
She wrote about her suicide near-death experience in her book "Beyond the Darkness".
She wrote about her suicide near-death experience in her book "Beyond the Darkness".
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Stir frying with a new twist
Chinese stir frying cooking techniques innovated by Japanese automatic wok
Friday, January 24, 2014
"Good? Bad? Who knows?"
From My InBox:
In old India, there lived a King who loves hunting. One day, he went hunting with his great Doctor. While hunting, the King was pricked by a strange plant on his middle finger. The finger became swollen and painful. The doctor applied a special ointment to the wound and bandage the King's finger.
The King then asked, "Will my finger be alright?"
The Doctor answered, "Good ? Bad ? Who knows ?"
A few days passed and the King's finger became worse. He summoned the doctor and asked, "Will my finger be alright?"
The Doctor answered, "Good ? Bad ? Who knows ?"
A few days later, the King's finger was badly infected and has to be amputated from his hand. The King was furious and ordered the doctor to be jailed and hang in a month's time.
Meanwhile, after a week's of recovery, the King went hunting again. This time he was more unfortunate. He was captured by a cannibal tribe. Before the tribe can burn him as a human sacrifice, the priest noticed he had only nine fingers. It was the tribe's believe that only a person with full and perfect body can be used as sacrifice. So they released the King.
Back to the Kingdom, the King immediately ordered the release of the doctor. The doctor was summoned to the King. The King said: "Great doctor, because of you, I lost my finger but in turn, it saves my life."
The Doctor said, "Good ? Bad ? I know. Great King, if not because of you putting me in jail and thus I cannot go hunting with you. If not, I would have been captured by the tribe and used as the sacrifice. Thank you, you save my life !"
So...Good ? Bad ? Who Knows ? According to Ajahn Brahm, tragedy itself is an opportunity that teaches us to become kinder and wiser. Unpleasant things happen in life and they happen to everyone. The only difference between a happy person and one who gets depressed is how they respond to disasters.
The Free GPS
From My InBox:
The Free GPS
I have a little GPS
I've had it all my life
It’s better than the normal ones
My GPS is my wife
It gives me full instructions
Especially on how to drive
"It's thirty miles an hour", it says
"You're doing thirty five".
It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brakes
And tells me that it's never ever
Safe to overtake
It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene
It lists the vehicles just in front
And all those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear.
I'm sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives its advice
It fills me up with counseling
Each journey's pretty fraught
So why don't I exchange it
And get a quieter sort?
Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,
Makes sure I'm properly fed,
It washes all my shirts and things
And - keeps me warm in bed!
Despite all these advantages
And my tendency to scoff,
I do wish that once in a while
I could turn the damned thing off.
The Free GPS
I have a little GPS
I've had it all my life
It’s better than the normal ones
My GPS is my wife
It gives me full instructions
Especially on how to drive
"It's thirty miles an hour", it says
"You're doing thirty five".
It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brakes
And tells me that it's never ever
Safe to overtake
It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene
It lists the vehicles just in front
And all those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear.
I'm sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives its advice
It fills me up with counseling
Each journey's pretty fraught
So why don't I exchange it
And get a quieter sort?
Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,
Makes sure I'm properly fed,
It washes all my shirts and things
And - keeps me warm in bed!
Despite all these advantages
And my tendency to scoff,
I do wish that once in a while
I could turn the damned thing off.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Talk shit can make money?
If you are thinking who gives a crap if anyone can make money talking shit, you are closer to the answer than you think.
Pick this art of selling from guru, Simon Griffiths, and learn how to make money talking shit and still be seen kind and popular = making money.
This is how he managed to raised USD50K to start his "Who Gives A Crap" toilet paper business.
Love his sense of humour. Don't you?
Pick this art of selling from guru, Simon Griffiths, and learn how to make money talking shit and still be seen kind and popular = making money.
This is how he managed to raised USD50K to start his "Who Gives A Crap" toilet paper business.
Love his sense of humour. Don't you?
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