Saintis di Finland menjalankan satu eksperimen yang mana mereka menukar halaman tadika yang asalnya berbatu kerikil kepada tanah hutan sebenar, lengkap dengan rumput dan blok tanah gambut.
Selepas hanya sebulan kanak-kanak bermain di situ, ujian darah menunjukkan perubahan yang luar biasa.
Kepelbagaian bakteria pada kulit mereka meningkat, dan sel imun yang berfungsi untuk menenangkan badan daripada reaksi alahan (macam debunga atau kacang) bertambah dengan ketara.
Sebaliknya, kanak-kanak yang kekal di kawasan kerikil tidak menunjukkan sebarang perubahan positif ini.
Pakar berhipotesis bahawa punca utama kepada lonjakan penyakit asma dan alahan makanan dalam kalangan kanak-kanak sejak beberapa dekad kebelakangan ini adalah kerana kanak-kanak "terlalu bersih."
Lihat saja taman permainan sekarang yg dahulunya berlantaikan rumput dan pasir, bertukar menjadi getah dan plastik.
Statistik di Amerika Syarikat sangat membimbangkan. Misalnya, alahan kacang dalam kalangan kanak-kanak setahun melonjak tiga kali ganda antara tahun 2001 hingga 2017.
Sistem imun kanak-kanak hari ini membesar dalam persekitaran yang kekurangan pendedahan kepada bakteria semula jadi yang sepatutnya melatih badan mereka untuk jadi lebih kuat.
Tambah pula gaya hidup moden yang mengehadkan masa bermain di luar — 37% kanak-kanak prasekolah di Amerika hanya luang masa kurang sejam sehari di luar rumah — telah melumpuhkan kemampuan semula jadi badan untuk beradaptasi.
Bak kata Aki Sinkkonen (ketua penyelidik yg jalan kajian, "Paling bagus kalau kanak-kanak boleh bermain dalam lopak air dan semua orang boleh menggali tanah organik."
Sekarang, kerajaan Finland dah ambil langkah drastik dengan membiayai transformasi halaman tadika di seluruh negara untuk mengembalikan tanah dan alam semulajadi ke dalam kehidupan harian kanak-kanak.
An old man is selling watermelons by the side of the road.
His sign reads:
1 for $3
3 for $10
A young man stops and buys one watermelon.
“That’ll be $3,” says the old man.
The young man then buys a second watermelon. And then a third.
After paying another $3 each time, the young man picks up his watermelons and starts to walk away.
Then he turns back, grinning proudly.
“Hey old man,” he says, “you realize I just bought three watermelons for $9 instead of $10? Maybe business isn’t your thing.”
The old man smiles and shakes his head.
“Funny… every time somebody comes by, they buy three watermelons instead of one… and then try to teach me business.”
A girl in Vietnam entered a clothing store but kept missing the saleswoman because they moved at the exact same moments.After about a minute, they finally bumped into each other in a funny “glitch” moment 😂
A factory owner in Ashulia, Bangladesh, wanted to build a mosque for his workers. He gave the commission to a Bangladeshi architect. Not an imported name. Not a foreign firm. A local architect who understood the land, the climate, and the culture she was building for.
In 2025, Time Magazine named it one of the greatest places in the world, the first Bangladeshi building to ever appear on that list.
The entire structure is one material. One colour. Pink-pigmented concrete, perforated with small rectangular voids that filter light into the prayer hall the way hanging lanterns did in old mosques. A dome floats unsupported over the circular prayer space. The high plinth references the Bhiti, the earthen mound that Bangladeshi homes have been built upon for centuries in the deltaic floodplain. The building knows where it comes from because the architect did.
Across Africa, clients with the same resources make a different call. Foreign firms. Imported aesthetics. Buildings that could exist anywhere. The brief gets fulfilled. The opportunity gets wasted.
Trusting a local architect with his mother’s name just made global history. That should mean something to us.
Zebun Nessa Mosque, Ashulia, Bangladesh 🇧🇩 | Studio Morphogenesis | Lead Architect: Saiqa Iqbal Meghna | 6,060 sq.ft | 2023 | 📷 Asif Salman, City Syntax
In 1995, 15-year-old Nicole van den Hurk was raped & murdered on her way to school in the Netherlands.
The case went cold for 16 years.
Then, suddenly, her stepbrother Andy confessed on Facebook: “I killed my little sister”
Police arrested him… but all was not as it seemed. It was, in fact, a deliberate false confession.
Andy’s plan? Force them to exhume Nicole’s body for modern DNA testing.
The insane gamble worked.
In 2014, the real killer, a man with prior rape convictions, was caught & sentenced to 12 years.
One of Elon's most vocal critics just bought a Cybertruck.
Brian Krassenstein, who has spent years publicly clashing with @elonmusk, announced the purchase yesterday.
His reason had nothing to do with politics.
He has a young family and the Cybertruck is the only pickup truck in America to hold both an IIHS Top Safety Pick+ award and a perfect 5-star NHTSA rating simultaneously.
When your fiercest critics are buying your product because the data leaves them no choice, that's a different kind of win.
It is expensive to be poor. Very expensive
Because when you are poor, everything costs more:
• You can’t buy in bulk, so you pay higher unit prices
• You can’t afford quality, so cheap things break faster and need replacing
• You can’t access good credit, so you pay higher interest
• You can’t invest early, so you lose years of compounding
• You can’t take risks, so you stay stuck in low-paying paths and fear
• You can’t afford nutrition, so your health deteriorates
• You can’t afford events or conferences, so you don’t get exposed to high-value network or opportunities
• One emergency can wipe out everything
Poverty isn’t just a lack of money. It is a tax on the poor that keeps them poor
“Kalau dah B40 tu tak payah lah minum kopi tu.”
Masalahnya bukan kopi.
Masalahnya mentaliti nak tentukan
orang lain layak rasa apa dalam hidup dia.
Bila orang susah beli kopi RM11,
terus jadi bahan ceramah kewangan.
Tapi bila kebocoran berbilion,
semua diam.
Aneh kan?
B40 disuruh berjimat sampai ke tahap
tak boleh ada nikmat kecil.
Seolah-olah hidup mereka kena kekal
dalam mode “cukup-cukup makan” saja.
Tak boleh rasa normal.
Tak boleh rasa tenang.
Tak boleh reward diri walau sikit.
Yang pelik...
orang yang cakap macam ni,
bukan tanggung pun hidup B40.
Cuma sibuk jadi pengawal moral
untuk pilihan orang lain.
Padahal realitinya:
Bukan kopi yang buat orang jadi miskin.
Tapi sistem yang buat orang kerja kuat,
tapi tetap tak cukup.
Dan bila sampai tahap secawan kopi pun
kena justify...
itu bukan nasihat.
Itu tanda empati dalam masyarakat
dah makin mahal dari kopi itu sendiri.
Aku sempat hidup dalam satu Malaysia yang budak hari ini susah nak bayang.
Tiada handphone.
Tiada social media.
Tiada KLCC.
Tiada Mutiara Damansara.
Tun Mahathir dan BN pula berkuasa macam takkan tumbang.
Sekitar 1994, aku dah tembus internet. Masa itu Malaysia pun belum benar-benar ada internet macam hari ini. Guna faxline dial-up ke Hong Kong, login Compuserve, browser pakai Spry Mosaic. Lepas itu baru masuk era Jaring, TMNet, dan email UUCP.
KL masa itu pun belum jadi KL yang orang muda hari ini kenal. KLCC belum wujud. Kawasan itu dulu aku lalu hari-hari ulang-alik sekolah, satu bas dengan budak St John dan VI. Mutiara Damansara pun belum ada. IKEA masih belum masuk dalam kepala orang.
Politik pula awalnya aku tak ambil port sangat. Kuasa nampak terlalu padu. Terlalu kebal. Tapi bila DSAI kena pecat, suhu negara terus berubah. Waktu itu aku masih di Plaza See Hoy Chan. Buat kali pertama kami ramai-ramai jalan kaki ke Sri Perdana. Dan di situlah aku kena sembur air kuning. Sejak itu, politik bukan lagi cerita surat khabar. Ia kena terus pada tubuh.
Krisis 1998 pula aku tak ingat melalui angka semata-mata. Aku ingat sebab sebulan tak masuk ofis di HSC, hampir tiap malam escort lori tanker hantar air ke seluruh KL, PJ dan Gombak.
Masuk era Y2K, aku pula sibuk buat coding retrofit sistem sedia ada untuk PBT miskin di Selangor... MDKL, MDHS, MDSB, MDKS dan lain-lain. Sedang ramai cemas tunggu tahun 2000, kami di belakang tabir sibuk pastikan sistem lama tak tumbang.
Jadi bila pandang balik, ini bukan sekadar cerita “dulu tak ada handphone”.
Ini kisah satu generasi yang sempat hidup dalam dunia analog, rasa sendiri retak politik dan krisis, lalu menolak sistem lama masuk ke ambang digital.
"So this happened today at Barnes & Noble: I went to take the kids to meet the Paw Patrol characters and this nice man approached me, told me how beautiful the girls are, and conveyed a heartfelt apology for the general anti-Muslim sentiment in our society today. He had tears in his eyes and told me that it must be so hard to turn on the news, that he feels awful about the bigotry my kids might one day experience, and that as a Jewish man whose parents didn't speak any English growing up, he personally understands what it feels like to be rejected and discriminated against. I asked if I could give him a hug (he looked like he needed one more than me, but I guess I needed one too) and he wanted to reassure me that most Americans are decent people who don't hate people like me or believe what they hear on the news. He then told me he's turning 90 on Friday and insisted on buying each of the kids a present as a gift for himself and so they can have something to remember him by. I told him we should just take a picture instead so I can tell them the story one day (he accepted) but insisted on buying them gifts anyway afterwards. Oh, and happy birthday, Lenny! 🎈❤️ Leena"
Credit: Leena Al-Arian
RM1,500 elaun minyak.
Rakyat isi minyak guna duit sendiri, ulang-alik kerja tiap hari pun tak pernah cecah angka tu.
MP pula dapat tetap... jalan atau tak, isi atau tak, tetap masuk.
Kalau itu benar kos tugas, buatlah claim & audit.
Bukan elaun pukul rata yg nampak macam hak automatik.
Rakyat disuruh berjimat.
Subsidi disasar.
Fiskal diketatkan.
Jadi soalan mudah:
kenapa pengorbanan sentiasa bermula dari bawah... bukan dari bangku Parlimen?
@khailow Ah ingat ke kau anti-fly. Penat aku berhati² pilih gift kat KL je nak kasi kau. Hahaha. Orait. Nanti aku "pergi" kat kau bila free. Aku pm no aku