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Choosing Safety First: Security Measures in Malaysia's Old Folks Homes
As Malaysia's populace ages, the significance of ensuring the safety and prosperity of older citizens becomes foremost. Old folks homes, or retirement homes, assume a vital part in providing care and solace to our seniors. One basic aspect of this care is security. In this blog entry, we'll investigate the security measures executed in Malaysia's old folks homes to ensure a safe and nurturing climate for the old.
Securing Entry Points:
Entrance security is the first line of defense. Old folks homes utilize state-of-the-craftsmanship access control systems, including biometric scans and key card access, ensuring that main approved personnel and visitors can enter the premises.
24/7 Surveillance:
To upgrade security, surveillance cameras are strategically positioned all through the office, monitoring normal areas and passage points. This deters possible threats as well as provides a means of rapidly responding to any incidents that might happen.
Emergency Response Systems:
Old folks homes focus on fast response in case of emergencies. High level crisis response systems, including emergency signals and wearable devices, empower residents to call for sure fire assistance, ensuring quick intervention in basic situations.
Staff Training and Vigilance:
Staff members go through rigorous training to perceive and respond to potential security threats. Their watchfulness adds an additional layer of security, ensuring that the older residents are safeguarded from any mischief.
Conclusion:
Choosing an old folks home equipped with robust security measures is a crucial decision for families in Malaysia. Prioritizing safety ensures that our elderly loved ones receive the care they deserve in a secure and protected environment.
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ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless
#sis the variables... remember stats 101... ur data is only as good as ur sample#its like asking around at an old folks home and coming back saying 98% of those surveyed love prunes. therefore 98% of people love prunes#ok to reblog btw#polls r still fun i just hope you take into account who is responding to them
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Que Simpatico? Huh. I always thought I’d was Daisy Buttico.
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Oh shit i forgot the Wake was today
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with the way this is going bungou stray dogs will conclude in 2080 at seventy years old when everyone wins against the interplanetary alien Homer with the power of gay sex and friendship. and I'll still be reading it. and I will still make stupid theories. I will follow this series to the ends of the earth
#no matter what happens to me#I will survive getting hit by a car. drowning. cancer#because I need to read the last line of the manga#where dazai says “I cant believe we bungoed those stray dogs”#r some shit like that#I'll be in the old folks home#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bsd dazai
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My coworkers say the darndest things (names redacted bc this is the internet):
CW: brief mentions of sewerslide, EDs, mental health, kidnapping, implied past abuse
M: I hate how water resistant cinnamon is. I’m like “I’m mixing you” and it’s like “no you’re not”.
L: We don’t have apple juice? Ooooo, they’re gonna fucking kiiiiiiill you.
F: I come in [to work] when my body tells me to.
L: if you’re gonna die, do it when M’s on duty.
L: But I don’t want to make fish tonight, M, goddamnit!
M: Wanna see my meat?
J: I’m not gonna burn myself, I’m a professional.
J: *proceeds to burn herself*
F: I volunteer to be sacrificed.
L: H, do you want me to paint your shed now or later?
I: you’re late.
H: *flips him off*
I: you’re not even sick are you?
H: *lowers mask and coughs on him* I’m not sick?
I: you’re so gross.
H: Fuck you.
Me: if you could have any superpower in the world what would it be?
H: the ability to like assess the pros and cons of every decision so I don’t make the wrong ones
Me: I think that’s just called impulse control and it’s not a power, you just don’t have it.
H: being out at night by yourself, like… someone could try to grab you or hurt you-
Me: and this is why we don’t go to strangers houses or give random people our address.
H:
F: what?
Me: that was directed at her
F: H… I’m mildly concerned
H: but I-
Me: you want it, I know.
H: … I want it (something off of Craigslist)
M: *incessantly hisses at me*
H: *lists her traumatic experiences*
Me: H, it’s 11am.
H: I have no self-preservation skills. I’ve gotten into random strangers cars.
Me: the fact that you’re alive might actually make me believe in God.
*Love the Way You Lie plays on the alexa*
Me: my toxic trait is a thought this was a love song growing up
H: it is a love song
Me: H-
H: sorry, I was kidding… mostly
Me: *sighs exasperatedly*
H: *laughs*
H: normal people love both of their kids, you wouldn’t know that but-
Me: is that bc my dad doesn’t love me?
H; yeah. I mean do you think your dad loves you?
Me: well- no…
Me: would your want for something ever surpass logical safety thinking?
Me: *makes eye contact with H*
Me: no, I know your fucking answer, I was asking I.
H: *laughs*
I: I mean I wouldn’t give someone my address or go to a man’s house alone…
H: don’t kill yourself if you have kids.
Me:
H:
Me:
H: oh shut up rchl that was a long time ago!
L: wHAT ON GODS GREEN EARTH IS HAPPENING!?!?!?!?!?
T: I’ll fix your schedule after breakfast.
Me, after checking my schedule at lunch and seeing that it’s not changed: I guess I’ll just go fuck myself then.
H: 🤨🤨🤨
L: why haven’t y’all eaten today?
Me: I have depression.
H: same, also I’m sick and have an ED.
L:
L: I don’t know how to talk to you guys sometimes.
*two very irritating residents sit in H’s section*
Me: Do you want me to get them?
H: Hm?
H: *sees them* yes.
Me: I’ll do it if you say please.
H: yes, please :)
H: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Ew.
H: Okay, a girlfriend?
Me: Also ew.
H: Are you asexual?
Me: … yes.
H: Cool.
H: I’m a Scorpio.
#work stuff#working#coworkers#coworkers saying shit#mildly concerning#this is just how we speak#there’s so much worse#old folks home#waitress#cinnamon#we are insane#queue me singing “I need a psych ward’#we are depressed and anxious#way too open with each other
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Last night I had a dream that fae!Price’s darling was a witchy gal, her grandmother taught her about the fae when she was young. I’m talking warded up house, always carrying iron and salt, candles herbs and crystals the whole nine yards. They met in the flower shop after she got a weird vibe, looked through a hagstone and Saw him. He showed up in her garden and she gave him mead she made to make up for her rudeness. She will do small acts of kindness but specify that they are “freely given” to avoid tethering. I was reading your blog right before bed lol. I like the idea of debt holder Price and a (from a fae perspective) slippery darling that he just can’t catch unless she wants to be caught
*Holding the grimoire I wrote as a senior capstone in College* Oh you want witch shit? I can give you witch shit. Let's keep trying out Price's darlings, the only thing I require for her is that she have the most knowledge of the fae because she's dealing with the big kid one. (Here's where I mention that I also have a potential witch darling for Gaz so keep that in mind)
He's been hanging around your garden, just by your back gate, right where your grandmother planted rosemary so many years ago. You greet him every time you pass by, careful never to reach over the brick wall that separates you. He's friendly, but you're not so easily fooled.
"Good morning," you smile at him, watering the herbs on your side of the fence. He leans against the brick to watch you. Eyes heavy as they slide over you, tracing the sway of your skirt where it skims your thighs.
"How's my pretty witch doing today?" He asks voice thick and promising. He's just as careful to avoid your iron watering can as you are to keep it from splashing him. You find the residual warding properties tend to soak into the water. Your family has always maintained a strong threshold for the home.
"Better seeing you," you joke, returning the compliment as easily as can be. You never miss the heat in his eyes, the danger just below his friendly facade.
"I brought you something."
"That's very kind of you," you tell him, "I think the tomatoes are ripe, I'll send you off with some for the trouble."
"No trouble, I wanted to bring it."
"Oh but I couldn't accept a gift without repaying you, it would be rude of me."
"Repay me later," he growls, and you smile a little wider. You like this dance, you've never had a fae try so hard to get their hooks in you. You set down your watering can and lean against the brick across from him. Your weight resting on your elbows, the threshold humming between you.
"But I can repay you now."
"It's a gift."
"Gifts have strings."
"Then it isn't a gift," he says, mirroring your posture.
"Then what is it?" You ask, his eyes flick to your chest, appreciative, wanting. His confidence is charming, or it would be if you were the sort of person to take the fae at face value.
"A name," Your smile drops, your heart jumping up your throat. He must see the panic in your eyes because his smile widens. "Not to keep, just... to call me when we talk." Your pulse tries to slow from the impact of panic. He did that on purpose, you try not to look too rattled by this. You try to think of an appropriate repayment.
"I can't tell you mine."
"I know." He purrs, pleased with himself for catching you in your own defenses. You feel a chill graze your skin through the threshold, the edge of Winter. He knows exactly the corner he's backing you into. He gives you time to think through your options, to panic at the weight of his offer.
"I don't-"
"I know." He pushes, tapping against the solid line between you. You've never had the sight, but you can feel his magic collide with yours as he hits the threshold. You toy with the hagstone on your necklace, the worn stone warm from your skin under your fingers. "Witch," he warns.
"I'm still thinking."
"Think as long as you want," He leans closer, "but call me Price while you do."
Your heart stops, your thoughts grinding to a halt as well. Price. It fits him. You feel the silver thread searching for purchase in your soul, and break one of your long standing rules.
You lean over the threshold and kiss him. Because you know he wants to have some part of you, and you know he wants you on the wrong side of the fence. The thread breaks as his hand slides to cup your cheek, tipping your head as his lips slide against yours. It's your first one, and you think it's worth the price of his name.
His beard sort of tickles but his lips are soft and insistent, and you lean a little further over the wall to stay close. His hands are entreating, coaxing you further across the threshold. His teeth dig into your lip and you open for him, let him drag his tongue against yours as his fingers thread through your hair. You feel your feet leave the ground, the brick digging into your hands as you put your weight on them. The pain is enough to bring you back to your senses. You don't know what would happen if you let him take you.
Price sighs as you pull away and settle back on your side of the wall. He feels a thread hook in him. You've overpaid. He values your touch more than you apparently did, how fortunate for him. And unfortunate for you.
#fae!Price#a potential darling#this witch is more nice than the one Gaz is trying to deal with#gonna say shes a hedgewitch#very old school folk magic and family magic#john price x reader#john price mw2#captain john price#john price x y/n#john price#fae au#Price visiting his darling on the edge of winter every day bringing her little things#and going home with a bundle of food and fresh produce#asked my friend who has daddy issues to help me with this#hope its good for yall
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Wednesday: (inhaling deeply) ah smell that Enid? It's the rancid smell of death
Enid: Wednesday!
(A grumpy old grandma in the corner sticks her middle finger up at them)
Later that night.
Enid: I swear to god Yoko I nearly died when she said that!
Yoko:
Enid:
Enid: I love her so much ! 😭
#wenclair#wednesday x enid#its volunteer week and they get an old folks home#Wedneaday and the grumpy gran become chaotic best friends#Enid gets jealous as hell
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Mace Windu is the only man I respect tbh
Yeah.
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Discover a warm and caring haven for your beloved elders in Malaysia's finest Old Folks Home. Our facility is designed with their comfort and well-being in mind, offering a peaceful retreat where they can age gracefully. Our dedicated staff provides round-the-clock care, ensuring their safety and happiness. Choose the best for your elders. Contact us today for a tour and experience the serenity of our Old Folks Home.
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The 1870 Bingham Farmstead in Saline County, Missouri is a gorgeous piece of history. The Folk Victorian is currently a Bed & Breakfast, so cheery, with 5bds, 3ba, and it's for sale for $945K.
The entrance hall is just a crisp, clean, unadorned white.
It doesn't say that the furniture comes with it, and they have such lovely antiques.
Vintage leather chairs and sofa. Such a beautiful set.
It's so pretty and uncluttered, unlike some historic homes are. Love the contrasts of the black wainscoting, white molding, and bright blue & lime wallpaper.
The kitchen is amazing. Instead of cabinets, they use a large art print cabinet and the vintage sink cabinet is covered in fabric.
Because it's a B&B it has a huge commercial stove and matching hood in navy blue.
The navy blue & red fabric on the sink pull the look together. Notice that the current owner bakes on that gorgeous wood cabinet.
Brand new modern subway tile shower.
Cozy area before the fire in the family room off the kitchen.
This cute room has nothing but a small writing desk in front of an old fireplace that's been bricked up.
Very spacious bedroom has a real antique bed with a rope mattress in front of the fireplace. You can't get more authentic than that.
This home is like a museum with authentic Victorian living, but it has a twist- bright, modern colors, so it doesn't have the dark, depressing look that some older homes have.
What a great en-suite. Look at that little slipper tub. I'm so impressed with this home.
The upstairs hall is plain and simple.
This lovely bedroom has it's own sink.
The land is a huge 10 acres and includes a pond.
Plus this scenic red barn.
But, there's also a newer metal barn, too.
It could just as easily be a single home again.
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every day i think about how obi wan's CANONICAL callsign was "guiding light" like are you kidding me right now are you KIDDING ME like tell me he wasn't respected and loved so much by the jedi look me dead in the eyes and tell me they didn't hold him in such trust and esteem like if i think about it for longer than 5 seconds at a time i will scream <3
#personal#and the jedi temple/council being the old folk's home is so FUCKIGN funny for no reason ugh I LOVE THE JEDI SO MUCHH
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