Ada jenis2 alien yg pro ke manusia & punya misi bikin manusia ‘awake’. Selama ini jg suka kasih ancient wisdom, spiritual technology beserta tekniknya utk bersihin matrix energi manusia.
Nordics, Pleiadians, Arcturians, Sirians…
Selebihnya kyk manusia aja, ada yg baik & jahat.
Habis lulus kuliah nyokap keterima di Pertamina, tapi milih nikah sama bokap dan ikut ke kampung halaman bokap. Nyokap akhirnya berprofesi sebagai dosen kurang lebih 30 tahun masa kerja 🫡
Bantu orang sekali, dia akan berterima kasih.
Bantu orang 2 kali, dia mulai berharap.
Bantu orang 3 kali, dia merasa sudah haknya.
Bantu orang 4 kali, dia yakin itu kewajiban kita.
Jika kita berhenti bantu, dia akan terus tagih, lalu kesal dan benci kita
The Day Your Parents Stop Being Your Parents
Let me say this….Most people don’t realize this until it’s too late. Your parents are slowly becoming human. Not “Dad the provider” or “Mum the protector” but simply two people getting tired, getting older, and getting quieter with time.
The same people who once carried you like you were the most important thing in the world will one day start hiding their pain so they don’t become your burden.
There will be a day your father repeats the same story, because time is slowly taking things from him. There will be a day your mother calls you just to hear your voice, because loneliness has started sitting beside her.
And the painful part is this….. You will be busy……Busy building your life, chasing money, trying to become someone. Meanwhile, the people who made you someone are quietly fading into the background of your life.
We talk a lot about leaving home and becoming independent, but nobody tells you this truth. Independence should never mean emotional distance. Growing up should not mean growing away.
Call them now…..visit them also sit with them without rushing. Because one day, you won’t be managing your time around them anymore. You will be wishing for one more conversation you didn’t think mattered.
Just thought of telling you guys this
50 shades of gay men in Ibukota yang pernah gw temui.
1. The Executive Signal
Habitat: SCBD, Sudirman, airport lounge.
Mode: silent dominance.
Chat pattern: “Available tonight?”
No emoji. No basa-basi.
Energy: high income, low vulnerability.
Saya punya teman, orang Makassar, kami hanya pernah bertemu sekali. Tidak pernah intens berbincang, tapi setiap beberapa bulan, dia akan mengirimkan pesan, "Chan, apa kabar?"
Hati saya hangat ketika membacanya. Ketika saya merasa setiap orang pergi dan tak peduli, ia satu dari sedikit orang yang membuat saya merasa sebaliknya.
Kemudian, saya melakukan hal yang sama pada teman lainnya. Sekadar bertanya kabar mereka. Mengecek apakah mereka baik-baik saja. Ikut mengapresiasi dan bergembira apabila mendengar kabar bahagia.
Jadi bila ada temanmu yang bertanya, "Apa kabar?" jawablah layaknya seorang kawan. Sebab hidup ini terlalu singkat untuk dihabiskan sendirian dalam kesunyian.
Gojek dan Grab kasih harga BEDA ke tiap orang.
Rute sama. Waktu sama. Harga beda.
Gue bandingin sama temen kemarin. Dia Rp23rb. Gue Rp31rb. SAMA PERSIS rutenya.
Ini bukan bug. Ini ALGORITMA.
Mereka tau siapa yang mau bayar lebih mahal.
Gue nemu cara biar bikin harga Gojek/Grab lebih murah dan bikin gue hemat ratusan ribu tiap bulan.
Gini caranya:
My wife and I were discussing our wills.
She said, "If I die first, I want you to get remarried. Don't be lonely."
I said, "Okay, I will."
She looked annoyed. "You'd get remarried that fast?"
I said, "Well, I'd wait a respectable amount of time."
She narrowed her eyes. "Would you let her live in our house?"
"It's a great house," I said. "Why not?"
"Would you let her drive my car?"
"It's a new car," I said.
"Would you let her use my golf clubs?"
"No," I said. "She's left-handed."
...And that's how I got caught.
A husband and wife were having dinner...
They were at a very fine restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, says she'll see him later and walks away.
His wife glares at him and says, "Who the hell was that?"
"Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress."
"Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough, I want a divorce."
"I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if we get a divorce, it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Infinities and Lexuses in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours."
Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm.
"Who's that woman with Jim? " asks the wife.
"That's his mistress," says her husband.
"Ours is prettier," his wife replies.
weekend ini, lu bahagia..
tiba2 lu buka ig story isinya:
“temen seangkatan lu lagi proses bangun rumah”
“temen lu tiba2 live acara nikahan megahnya”
“temen lu update strava lari 20k di kyoto”
“temen lu sm istri dan anak kicil lucunya, lagi glamping”
“temen lu persiapan packing pindah kerja ke luar negeri”
dst nya..
udah lah ya guyss, stoppp!
intinya hidup kita udah timelinenya masing2. ga perlu insecure atau merasa ga enak, merasa kalah, dll..
kalo di bahasa sundanya mah..
“comparison is the thief of joy”
🙏
After rewatching Home Alone, I couldn’t stop wondering:
how plausible is the oversleep that leaves Kevin behind?
So I wrote a tiny paper and ran the numbers.
Merry Christmas! 🎄