Seseorang pernah berkata ke saya gini..
“Kalo kamu udah naik mobil, rejekimu rejeki orang bermobil.
Gausah takut tentang biaya ini itu, rejeki udah ada takaran dan porsinya sendiri”
Lalu saya nanya,
“Kalo saya naik mobil eropa seperti bapak, apakah rejeki saya rejeki mobil eropa?”
Beliau cuma jawab..
“Orang baik, rejekinya datang dari segala sisi.”
“Ngga peduli apa pun bentuk mobilnya, tapi kalo kamu sudah mengambil langkah yang besar dalam hal ini mobil eropa. Rejeki itu akan mengikuti langkah apa yang kamu ambil itu tadi. Percayalah sama saya”
Nikita: ada dampaknya ga sih klo kita trllu cepat memasukkan anak ke sekolah?
Prof. Hardiono: terlalu cepat memasukkan anak ke sekolah yg sifatnya sudah menuntut akademis (sprti hrs duduk diam, menghafal huruf A, B, C, atau dipaksa belajar baca tulis) justru bisa berdampak buruk.
aku langsung inget kata dosenku "saya itu kasihan ngeliat anak usia 3th udah dimasukin sekolah sm ortunya🥲"
🚨 NEW : Untuk PERTAMA KALINYA dalam sejarah mereka di Piala Dunia, Jerman kalah di babak adu penalti.
1982 vs Prancis ✅
1986 vs Meksiko ✅
1990 vs Inggris ✅
2006 vs Argentina ✅
2026 vs Paraguay ❌
@wiraaaaa27 Tipikal orang lapangan kalo jadi manajemen/direksi, royal ke anggota, mau perusahaan se boncos apapun yg penting bawahan gak ikut merasa susah 😁
Anda salah buku pegangan!
Matematika PNS gak gitu.
Logika Umum :
Jika Anggaran mendekati 0, maka Output akan mendekati 0.
Logika PNS :
Jika Anggaran mendekati 0, maka Ekpektasi Output akan mendekati tak hingga.
Merupakan penerapan Teorema Ekspektasi Pimpinan. Solusinya menggunakan konstanta gaib I, yaitu Inovasi tanpa budget.
Siapa yang pernah nonton match ini?
Ngeliat Marko Marin & Mesut Özil meliuk-liuk di belakang Caludio Pizarro. Tapi di satu sisi, Werder dibombardir David Villa yang ditopang David Silva & Juan Mata
Skor akhir 4-4. Instant classic. Bisa ditonton full match-nya dgn login di situs UEFA kalo gak salah
Hot takes:
Narasi berobat di luar vs domestik ini mirip sama narasi obat alternatif vs dokter.
Kalau berobat alternatif cuma diceritain pas sembuh aja. Kalau makin parah, pergi ke dokter. Kalau tambah parah yang diramein dokternya.
Berobat di luar juga sama. Kalau sembuh diceritain, kalau misal ga sembuh periksanya di Indo, tapi diem aja.
Narasi gak berimbang gini soalnya aku temukan langsung di keluarga sendiri wakowaokwa.
My father was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer at 62. The oncologist gave him six months, maybe a year with aggressive treatment.
Dad looked at the scan, looked at the doctor, and said, “What happens if I do nothing?”
“You’ll be comfortable. Hospice can manage the pain. But… six months, maybe less.”
My dad decided against treatment. He said, “I’m not spending my last months poisoning myself. I want to feel like me for as long as I can.”
He quit his job. Sold his house. Bought an RV. He and my mom drove across the country visiting every national park they’d ever talked about seeing.
We called every week expecting bad news. Weeks turned into months. Six months passed. Then a year.
At the 18-month mark, he went back for a scan because he was actually feeling better. His cough was gone. He’d gained weight.
The scan showed the tumor had shrunk by 60%. No treatment. Just… shrunk.
The doctors couldn’t explain it. They used words like “spontaneous regression” and “anomaly.”
My dad lived another seven years. He died at 69—not from cancer, but from a heart attack while hiking in Yosemite.
He told me once, “Maybe the cancer went away because I stopped being afraid of it. Or maybe I was just lucky. Either way, I got seven extra years I wasn’t supposed to have.”
~Anonymous
My husband passed away from cancer half a year ago. In his final month, he desperately pushed me to divorce him, saying he didn’t want to hold me back. But I flat-out refused, and we argued fiercely about it several times.
What haunts me most is the day he left—I raced to the hospital, speeding all the way, but still arrived ten minutes too late. These past six months, I’ve often broken down, convinced that he must have resented me—for not listening, for being too stubborn, for not letting go. I felt he punished me by not letting me see him one last time.
A while ago, I came across a psychology teacher on Facebook and, on a whim, reached out to her. After reading my story, she stayed silent for a long time, then said: “He didn’t hold any grudge against you. He just couldn’t bear to see you cry. Look for the notebook he kept in his hospital room—the answer you need is in there.”
I was stunned. That notebook was where he recorded his treatment journey. I thought it was just medical notes and never had the courage to open it. Back home, my hands trembling, I flipped through it and found a folded letter tucked inside. The handwriting was shaky and uneven:
“My love, I pushed you to divorce because I wanted you to have an easier future. But deep down, when you refused, I felt so relieved. Thank you for not leaving me, thank you for staying by my side through this battle. I was afraid seeing me take my last breath would haunt your dreams, so I slipped away while you weren’t here. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you till we grew old.”
Reading it, I cried until I was sick. He never hated me. He loved me all along.
That night, I dreamt of him for the first time in so long. He came over, gently touched my head, and wiped my tears. When I woke up, my pillow was soaked, but that tight knot inside me—it finally came undone.
Thank you, my love. And thank you, teacher. 🙏