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Jual jok mobil mbtech Murah di Jakarta Baratuntuk menyimpan produksi Bandung Pakaian Bayi yang nyaman dan Jual jok mobil mbtech Murah di Jakarta Barat Workshop Jok Kulit yang sudahberdiri dari tahun 2003 lebih dari 11 Tahun bergerak di bidang Modifikasi Interior Mobil, dan menjadi salah satu Workshop Interior Mobil Terbaik di INDONESIA, dengan tenaga ahli /Professional kami menjamin kualitas hasil pengerjaan, karena kami menjunjung tinggi nilai kejujuran, profesional dan ramah dalam pelayanan, dengan nilai-nilai tersebut CLASSIC dapat berkembang dari tahun ke tahun seperti sekarang ini menjadi Workshop Pusat Jok Kulit yang? TERPERCAYA KARENA KUALITAS ? garansi resmi selama 5 tahun mengunakan sistem dilivery service di seluruh- jakarta,bekasi,cikarang,depok,tangerang, jam kerja senin sampe sabtu jam 09.00- 18.00 Jual jok mobil mbtech Murah di Jakarta Barat di industri fashion untuk produk yaitu Cotton Combed bahannya makan bukan penyakit jantung serta kanker kepada perusahaan-perusahaan ini Jual jok mobil mbtech Murah di Jakarta Barat

saco-indonesia.com, Even jazz di tanah air saat ini memang relatif telah menjamur dari tahun ke tahun. Itulah yang membuat Mus M

saco-indonesia.com, Even jazz di tanah air saat ini memang relatif telah menjamur dari tahun ke tahun. Itulah yang membuat Mus Mujiono itu berpendapat bahwa apresiasi masyarakat dan pertumbuhan jazz yang sangat tinggi. Bahkan menurut Mus Mujiono, Indonesia lebih berkembang daripada Eropa.

"Saya banyakan off air. Karena event jazz di Indonesia sangat tinggi, banyak sekali bahkan. Tak hanya di Jakarta," kata Mus saat dijumpai di Jak Jazz 2013 hari kedua, Istora Senayan, Jakarta Pusat.

"Pertumbuhan kita lebih besar dari Eropa, setiap kota di Indonesia telah mempunyai event jazz yang profesional, kita juga bisa tahu musisi kita lagi pesat majunya," lanjutnya.

Mus pun juga sangat bersyukur telah memiliki banyak event musik, khususnya jazz. Di situ banyak sekali bermunculan talenta talenta muda yang tidak canggung lagi ketika berkolaborasi dengan senior.

"Event seperti itu diharapkan dapat memacu industri musik Indonesia. Dengan ada event, bagus sekali karena kita juga bisa lihat beberapa musisi jazz muda yang bermunculan saat ini semua instrumen di munculkan," tukasnya.

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kata kata romantis |Denganmu aku bahagia hidupku di penuhi banyak warna, namun jika kamu tinggalkan aku mungkin yang terisa ha

kata kata romantis
|Denganmu aku bahagia hidupku di penuhi banyak warna, namun jika kamu tinggalkan aku mungkin yang terisa hanya derita yang hanya akan mencabik jiwa.....

Kau bagaikan hujan dan aku hanyalah bumi yang gersang, kau sirami aku dengan rintik rintik kebahagiaan.

Berada dalam pelukanmu itu mengajarkanku apa arti kenyamanan yang sempurna.

Jauh sebelum aku bertemu denganmu, aku telah mengenalmu dalam doaku.

Jiwaku tenggelam dalam hangatnya dekap kasih sayang darimu. Aku tak mau beranjak darimu... Tak mau...

Bersandarlah dipundakku sampai kau nyaman..sudah keharusan bagiku untuk membuat dirimu nyaman.

Aku tercipta oleh waktu, untuk mengisi waktu, selalu memperbaiki diri di setiap waktu, dan semua waktu ku adalah untuk mencintai kamu.


Jika duri untuk melindungi sang mawar, maka cintaku ke kamu adalah untuk melindungi kamu dari luka rindu.     

Hari Valentine memang sudah berlalu, namun kasih sayangku untukmu tidak akan pernah hilang.

Aku sadar aku memang tak sempurna tetapi kamu telah membuat hidup ini jadi sempurna dengan cintamu.

Setiap manusia memiliki keterbatasan... dan keterbatasanku adalah ketika jarak telah memisahkan kita berdua.

Dia mungkin tidak sadar bahwa aku cemburu, dia mungkin juga tidak merasa bahwa aku sangat terluka, tidak mendengar bahwa hatiku sedang menangis.....untuk baca selengkap nya klik di sini
 

by yandre pramana putra

GREENWICH, Conn. — Mago is in the bedroom. You can go in.

The big man lies on a hospital bed with his bare feet scraping its bottom rail. His head is propped on a scarlet pillow, the left temple dented, the right side paralyzed. His dark hair is kept just long enough to conceal the scars.

The occasional sounds he makes are understood only by his wife, but he still has that punctuating left hand. In slow motion, the fingers curl and close. A thumbs-up greeting.

Hello, Mago.

This is Magomed Abdusalamov, 34, also known as the Russian Tyson, also known as Mago. He is a former heavyweight boxer who scored four knockouts and 14 technical knockouts in his first 18 professional fights. He preferred to stand between rounds. Sitting conveyed weakness.

But Mago lost his 19th fight, his big chance, at the packed Theater at Madison Square Garden in November 2013. His 19th decision, and his last.

Now here he is, in a small bedroom in a working-class neighborhood in Greenwich, in a modest house his family rents cheap from a devoted friend. The air-pressure machine for his mattress hums like an expectant crowd.

 

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Mike Perez, left, and Magomed Abdusalamov during the fight in which Abdusalamov was injured. Credit Joe Camporeale/USA Today Sports, via Reuters

 

Today is like any other day, except for those days when he is hurried in crisis to the hospital. Every three hours during the night, his slight wife, Bakanay, 28, has risen to turn his 6-foot-3 body — 210 pounds of dead weight. It has to be done. Infections of the gaping bedsore above his tailbone have nearly killed him.

Then, with the help of a young caretaker, Baka has gotten two of their daughters off to elementary school and settled down the toddler. Yes, Mago and Baka are blessed with all girls, but they had also hoped for a son someday.

They feed Mago as they clean him; it’s easier that way. For breakfast, which comes with a side of crushed antiseizure pills, he likes oatmeal with a squirt of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. But even oatmeal must be puréed and fed to him by spoon.

He opens his mouth to indicate more, the way a baby does. But his paralysis has made everything a choking hazard. His water needs a stirring of powdered food thickener, and still he chokes — eh-eh-eh — as he tries to cough up what will not go down.

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Mago used to drink only water. No alcohol. Not even soda. A sip of juice would be as far as he dared. Now even water betrays him.

With the caretaker’s help, Baka uses a washcloth and soap to clean his body and shampoo his hair. How handsome still, she has thought. Sometimes, in the night, she leaves the bedroom to watch old videos, just to hear again his voice in the fullness of life. She cries, wipes her eyes and returns, feigning happiness. Mago must never see her sad.

 

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 Abdusalamov's hand being massaged. Credit Ángel Franco/The New York Times

 

When Baka finishes, Mago is cleanshaven and fresh down to his trimmed and filed toenails. “I want him to look good,” she says.

Theirs was an arranged Muslim marriage in Makhachkala, in the Russian republic of Dagestan. He was 23, she was 18 and their future hinged on boxing. Sometimes they would shadowbox in love, her David to his Goliath. You are so strong, he would tell her.

His father once told him he could either be a bandit or an athlete, but if he chose banditry, “I will kill you.” This paternal advice, Mago later told The Ventura County Reporter, “made it a very easy decision for me.”

Mago won against mediocre competition, in Moscow and Hollywood, Fla., in Las Vegas and Johnstown, Pa. He was knocked down only once, and even then, it surprised more than hurt. He scored a technical knockout in the next round.

It all led up to this: the undercard at the Garden, Mike Perez vs. Magomed Abdusalamov, 10 rounds, on HBO. A win, he believed, would improve his chances of taking on the heavyweight champion Wladimir Klitschko, who sat in the crowd of 4,600 with his fiancée, the actress Hayden Panettiere, watching.

Wearing black-and-red trunks and a green mouth guard, Mago went to work. But in the first round, a hard forearm to his left cheek rocked him. At the bell, he returned to his corner, and this time, he sat down. “I think it’s broken,” he repeatedly said in Russian.

 

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Bakanay Abdusalamova, Abdusalamov's wife, and her injured husband and a masseur in the background. Credit Ángel Franco/The New York Times

 

Maybe at that point, somebody — the referee, the ringside doctors, his handlers — should have stopped the fight, under a guiding principle: better one punch too early than one punch too late. But the bloody trade of blows continued into the seventh, eighth, ninth, a hand and orbital bone broken, his face transforming.

Meanwhile, in the family’s apartment in Miami, Baka forced herself to watch the broadcast. She could see it in his swollen eyes. Something was off.

After the final round, Perez raised his tattooed arms in victory, and Mago wandered off in a fog. He had taken 312 punches in about 40 minutes, for a purse of $40,000.

 

 

In the locker room, doctors sutured a cut above Mago’s left eye and tested his cognitive abilities. He did not do well. The ambulance that waits in expectation at every fight was not summoned by boxing officials.

Blood was pooling in Mago’s cranial cavity as he left the Garden. He vomited on the pavement while his handlers flagged a taxi to St. Luke’s-Roosevelt Hospital. There, doctors induced a coma and removed part of his skull to drain fluids and ease the swelling.

Then came the stroke.

 

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A championship belt belonging to Abdusalamov and a card from one of his daughters. Credit Ángel Franco/The New York Times

 

It is lunchtime now, and the aroma of puréed beef and potatoes lingers. So do the questions.

How will Mago and Baka pay the $2 million in medical bills they owe? What if their friend can no longer offer them this home? Will they win their lawsuits against the five ringside doctors, the referee, and a New York State boxing inspector? What about Mago’s future care?

Most of all: Is this it?

A napkin rests on Mago’s chest. As another spoonful of mush approaches, he opens his mouth, half-swallows, chokes, and coughs until it clears. Eh-eh-eh. Sometimes he turns bluish, but Baka never shows fear. Always happy for Mago.

Some days he is wheeled out for physical therapy or speech therapy. Today, two massage therapists come to knead his half-limp body like a pair of skilled corner men.

Soon, Mago will doze. Then his three daughters, ages 2, 6 and 9, will descend upon him to talk of their day. Not long ago, the oldest lugged his championship belt to school for a proud show-and-tell moment. Her classmates were amazed at the weight of it.

Then, tonight, there will be more puréed food and pulverized medication, more coughing, and more tender care from his wife, before sleep comes.

Goodbye, Mago.

He half-smiles, raises his one good hand, and forms a fist.

Gagne wrestled professionally from the late 1940s until the 1980s and was a transitional figure between the early 20th century barnstormers and the steroidal sideshows of today

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