#Tapah : Suasana sebak bercampur gembira di pekarangan Hospital Tapah apabila ahli keluarga Jaslinda Saludin serta rakan-rakan dapat bertemu kembali dengan wanita berkenaan.
Antaranya suami Jaslinda, Haszman Othman, 61, dan kakaknya Jasima,52, yang memeluk wanita tersebut dan memberi kata-kata semangat.
Jaslinda, 49, yang dilaporkan hilang ketika menyertai aktiviti pendakian di Gunung Batu Putih pada 24 Mei lalu ditemukan dalam keadaan selamat hari ini selepas 14 hari operasi pencarian dijalankan oleh pelbagai agensi dan sukarelawan.
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PENDAKI HILANG | Pendaki wanita, Jaslinda Saludin, 49, yang hilang ketika mendaki di kawasan Gunung Batu Putih di Ipoh, Perak dilaporkan telah ditemui dalam keadaan selamat sekitar jam 3 petang tadi.
Penyelaras sukarelawan Orang Asli, Chew Ho beng memberitahu BH, mangsa ditemui penduduk di kawasan perkampungan Orang Asli Lubuk Gaharu.
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Seorang pendaki wanita, Jaslinda Saludin, 49, dilaporkan masih belum ditemui selepas dipercayai tersasar daripada laluan asal ketika menuruni Gunung Batu Putih, Perak.
Ikuti kronologi Kehilangan Pendaki Jaslinda Saludin di Gunung Batu Putih
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According to psychology,
a friendship group built entirely on trauma dumping and shared crises isn't deep connection. It is shared dysregulation. When your bond relies on managing chaos or gossiping about others, the relationship requires negativity to survive. The moment you begin to heal and choose peace, you will be labeled as "distant" or "changed," because they miss the version of you that mirrored their own unhealed wounds.
writing will genuinely change your life more than motivation ever will. not in some cringe “manifest your dream life” way. i mean in a very real, practical way. most people never actually stop long enough to understand what’s going on inside their own head. they just react to life all day. scroll when they feel uncomfortable. distract themselves when things get quiet. jump from one dopamine hit to the next. but writing forces you to slow down for a second and actually look at your thoughts instead of running from them. and the weird part is you usually don’t even realize what you truly think until you start writing it down.
writing doesn’t just record your thoughts it creates them. ideas start flowing that you didn’t even know were there. patterns start showing up. emotions start making sense. problems become easier to solve because they’re no longer this giant fog floating around in your head. writing organizes your mind. every high performer, every sharp thinker, every person who just gets it, they all write. It keeps showing up as the common thread. not the expensive stuff. not the complex stuff. Just pen and paper. they write because feelings are vague but words are precise. every time they sit down and search for the exact word to describe what’s inside them, they become a sharper, more powerful communicator.
“people follow the person who can say what they mean and mean what they say. writing every day is how you build that muscle until it becomes second nature.”
over time, all that accumulated writing becomes a resource you can draw from forever. the more you write, the more material you have to solve problems, connect dots and think bigger.
the better you get at putting thoughts into words, the better you get at communicating in general. and honestly, communication controls a huge part of your life. like relationships, opportunities, business, confidence, influence, all of it comes down to how clearly you can express yourself. and no, you don’t need to be some amazing writer either. your grammar doesn’t need to be perfect. nobody cares. half the benefit comes from simply getting thoughts out of your head and onto paper.
some of the best writing advice i’ve ever heard was:
“write badly. just write.”
because the moment you stop trying to sound smart or perfect, your real thoughts finally start coming out.
even 30 minutes a day changes something in you. you become calmer because your mind isn’t carrying around a thousand unprocessed thoughts anymore. you become more self aware because you start noticing your own habits and emotional patterns. you become more articulate because you’re practicing turning feelings into language every single day.
if you write every day, your future self gets to sit down and read exactly how far you’ve come. i think that’s more valuable than any photo album.
who knows maybe one day all that writing becomes a book, a course, something you give your children. at the very least, it becomes proof that you were here, that you grew, that you tried.
that’s one of the coolest parts about it. writing lets you watch yourself evolve with time.
seriously. start writing. doesn’t matter if it’s in a notebook, your notes app, twitter wherever. just sit, think about your thoughts and write.
just sit down for 30 minutes and let your mind speak for once. and watch yourself becoming unstoppable.
O que Hermione Granger faz com seus pais é uma das decisões mais dolorosas e marcantes de toda a saga. Antes de partir em busca das Horcruxes, ela apaga as memórias deles e altera suas identidades para protegê-los de Lord Voldemort e dos Comensais da Morte, que poderiam usá-los para chegar até ela. Seus pais passam a viver uma nova vida, sem qualquer lembrança de que têm uma filha, e Hermione toma essa decisão sem saber se sobreviverá ou se conseguirá desfazer o feitiço no futuro. Isso torna seu sacrifício ainda mais comovente, pois ela parte carregando a possibilidade real de nunca mais ser reconhecida pelas pessoas que mais ama. Esse momento revela a maturidade e a força de Hermione, que coloca a segurança dos pais acima da própria felicidade em um dos atos mais emocionantes de toda a história.
There are days when you achieve something you once really wanted, and instead of excitement, you feel a strange calm. No big reaction. No rush. Just a simple "okay, I did it." You pause for a moment, almost trying to take it in, it settles in gently. It can feel a bit unfamiliar at first, like you thought it would land differently. But sometimes it's not about the moment itself. It's about how much you changed while working towards it. The version of you that wanted it is not exactly the same person who now has it.
J'ai demandé a mon vieux voisin le Pourquoi je ne devrais pas retourner avec mon ex ? Il me balance que :
Si tu vois le même arbre 2 fois dans une forêt c'est que tu t'es perdu