⚙A vegetable-dyed kids' cubeProtect your inner calm from harmful individuals who overshadow your spirit, fill your circle with kind allies who cheer on your progress and genuinely honor your deepest aspirations and life priorities.
Following the meal, I stroll down the shoreline once more, now in the evening. The moon hangs full, painting the sea with a silver shimmer, while the tide lies soft, barely nudging the sand. A tranquil feeling envelops me. Keeping a phone topped up and a glass of banana nectar c
In the stillness of the deep night, every late-night snack bite captures a distinct charm of existence. The complex flavors and soothing warmth... Pack up the cozy garments, put on clean attire, and wring out every drop.
Elara captured a final image of the fading sunset, the heavens painted in vivid hues, with the snowy woodland unfurling beneath. She activated the camera, and the gentle shutter sound resonated—a whisper that seemed to pledge her ongoing guardianship of the woods and her dedica
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In the summer, the small courtyard basks in serene warmth, where potted greenery glows under the golden sun. This intimate nook captures the softest, simplest joys of the season, with a plate of fresh strawberry fruit salad adding a touch of sweetness to the tranquil scene.
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Suka tengok govt account interact like this dengan user. Instead of mengecam, they educate instead. Benda macam ni yang AI cannot replace, empathy and human touch.
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Najib Razak has admitted that the RM42 million that flowed into his personal accounts had nothing to do with the fabled Saudi donation, a claim he had long used to defend himself in the SRC case.
The ex-PM acknowledged that every court, from the High Court to the Federal Court, had rejected that defense, and that even in his 1MDB trial, no evidence existed to support it.
“Can I bring my baby to the interview?”
The message came in at 11 PM:
“Hi, I have an interview with you tomorrow at 2 PM. My childcare fell through. Can I bring my 8-month-old? I understand if you need to reschedule.”
Old me would have rescheduled.
Unprofessional. Distraction. Red flag.
New me replied:
“Absolutely. See you tomorrow.”
She showed up with her baby on her hip.
She apologized three times before even sitting down.
Ten minutes in, the baby started crying.
She tried to soothe him while answering questions.
She apologized again.
I stopped the interview and said:
“Hey. You’re managing a fussy baby, answering complex questions, and staying calm under pressure. That’s literally the job. Handling chaos while staying professional. You’re already proving you can do it.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
We hired her.
She’s been with us for a year now.
The most reliable team member we have.
Why?
Because when you’re used to handling a screaming infant at 3 AM and still showing up to work the next day, workplace stress feels like nothing.
Working parents, especially mothers, are some of the most organized, efficient, and resilient people you’ll ever hire.
Yet we lose them because our hiring processes are built for people with zero caregiving responsibilities.
If your interview process can’t accommodate a parent facing a childcare issue, you’re not filtering for professionalism.
You’re filtering for privilege.
I was the hiring manager for a big corporate job. Final round. Two candidates. Candidate A: Harvard degree. polished. Perfect resume. Candidate B: State school. Nervous. Resume had a gap of 2 years. I asked Candidate B about the gap. "I... I had to take care of my dying mother," he said, looking down. "I couldn't work full time. I drove Uber at night so I could be with her during the day." He thought that was a weakness. He thought he wasn't "ambitious" enough. I looked at Candidate A. He was checking his watch. He had interrupted the receptionist earlier. I looked at Candidate B. He had held the door for the janitor on the way in. I hired Candidate B. "Why?" my boss asked. " The other guy had better grades." "Because you can teach skills," I said. "You can't teach character." He’s been our top employee for 3 years. Always hire the human, not the paper.
By shihaan Hussain
The Complaining Monk
A monk went to the master and said,
“Life is very difficult.”
The master looked at him and asked calmly,
“Compared to what?”
The monk opened his mouth…
and then closed it.
He searched his memory.
Another life?
An easier universe?
A different set of parents, body, fate?
Nothing concrete appeared.
The master waited, amused.
Finally he said,
“Life feels heavy only when you imagine
it was supposed to be lighter.”
The monk bowed, suddenly relieved,
not because life had changed,
but because the argument with it had ended.
Suffering grows when reality is compared
to an imaginary alternative.
#Wisdom
My First Patient
In 1991, the first patient in my private practice changed the direction of my life.
He was a 19-year-old engineering student.
Brought to me on a Saturday evening by terrified parents.
On Wednesday morning, he had left home to write a semester exam.
He never came back.
No exam.
No phone call.
No trace.
His parents checked with friends.
No one had seen him.
A missing complaint was filed.
Three nights passed.
No sleep.
No answers.
On Saturday morning, he finally returned.
When I spoke to him, this is what he told me.
“Why didn’t you attend the exam?”
“I was unprepared. I was scared of failing.”
“Where did you go?”
“I went to a mountain where trekkers go. I wanted to end my life by jumping from the top”
“Why didn’t you?”
“By the time I reached the top, I didn’t feel like dying anymore.
I made friends while climbing.
They invited me home.
I stayed with them for two days.”
Fear had driven him away.
Human connection quietly brought him back.
Then I asked him a question that annoyed him.
“When is your next exam?”
“Monday.”
“How is your preparation?”
“I don’t want to attend.”
“Why?”
“I don’t have confidence.”
I asked him.
“If I offer you a game where you can win ₹100, and if you lose you pay nothing, will you play?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because there is nothing to lose.”
“Then what do you lose by attending the exam on Monday?
Not attending is zero.
Attending may still give you something.”
He still resisted.
I didn’t force.
I listened.
We spoke about his fears.
His shame.
His inability to tell his parents the truth, that he was unprepared and might fail.
I prescribed anti-anxiety medication.
I counselled his parents.
I told them what not to say.
I asked him to decide about the exam on Monday morning.
He attended the exam.
Then attended one more last exam too.
Why did he run away?
Not because of exams.
But because he couldn’t say one sentence at home:
“I am not prepared. I may fail.”
Why did he recover?
Because for the first time, he could say everything without being judged.
No scolding.
No disappointment.
No labels.
Just presence.
That case stayed with me.
I began asking myself:
Is my job only to wait for people to break down and then repair them?
Or could I help before the breaking point?
That question changed my work.
I started conducting motivational workshops in schools, colleges, and coaching classes. I did this work for 30 years.
That boy attended some of my sessions.
He shared his story with other students.
Those sessions gave me something no degree ever did, a deep sense of purpose and a glimpse into the minds of teenagers.
Those sessions made me a better psychiatrist and a better parent too.
P.S : Ask yourself honestly.
Will your child be able to tell you,
“I am unprepared. I may fail”?
If not, it is not because they don’t trust you.
It is because they already know your reaction.
Be the kind of parent your child can come to before fear turns into flight.
That is prevention.
That is real mental health care.
#MentalHealth
Suddenly, you're 27.
You make your coffee, rush to work, come home around 7, and you're too tired to do anything except eat, scroll on your phone, and pass out.
Then you wake up, and do it all again.
And when Friday comes, maybe you go out, or maybe you're just too tired. Then, out of nowhere, it hits you.
How did everything pass by so quickly?
You don't even feel 27.
You still feel like that 17 year old kid who thought they had all the time in the world.
But somehow, 10 years just disappeared. And you start missing the past. The feeling of being young, excited, and clueless.
But then you realize, one day, you'll miss this, too.
Being 25, being confused, being tired, but still trying.
So maybe the trick is to slow down a bit and actually live this chapter before it also becomes just another memory.
The point is no matter what age you are, you’ll miss these days. Life gets busy sometimes and it’s always a good time to stop and smell the roses.
I'm Chinese, and I've got no issue with my Menteri Besar, Prime Minister, Sultan, or Agong being Muslim - it's worked just fine for generations.
For decades, MCA was supposed to champion Chinese interests in Barisan Nasional, and what did they deliver? Betrayal and empty promises that left us sidelined. The same goes for MIC and the Indian community. No wonder they both have been sidelined today.
"It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice." - Deng Xiaoping
Competence over color - that's the real test for any leader or party!