Tag: Life
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I Got a Software Update Nobody Asked For.
When I was younger, I thought perimenopause meant one thing. Hot flushes. You know… dramatically fanning yourself with the nearest menu while declaring, “Is it hot in here?” Apparently, my ovaries didn’t get that memo. Instead, they quietly downloaded a completely different update with no warning, no release note and no “Accept” button. For me,…
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When My Body Is Awake but My Brain Is Not
My thoughts on sleeplessness and sleep that’s never truly restful.
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Aggressive? Shameless? Maybe. But It Worked.
Not too long ago, I was called “cheap”, “shameless”, and accused of doing cheap marketing — simply because I posted on Threads that I’m looking for clients for my takaful and unit trust business. If only that person knew me 20 years ago… they probably would’ve called me worse names. 😂 The things I did…
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Growing Pain
Growing up, ada sorang lady in my life ni yang selalu sangat cakap I bukan waris just because I’m a daughter instead of a son. It started lepas we all pindah Penang, when I was around 9 or 10. Before that, we lived in Tanjung Karang dekat family belah my mom, and I memang manja…
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Schadenfreude
If there’s one thing I wish I’d known when I was younger, it’s that not everyone is truly rooting for your success. Some think they are — but deep down, they find pleasure in seeing you go through a rough patch. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I realised this, but it must’ve been sometime…
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Why People Pleasers End Up Drained
One of the most important lessons I’ve learnt is this: it’s perfectly okay to say no when someone asks for a favour. In fact, you need to say no every now and then. Because here’s how it usually plays out: The first time you say yes, they’re grateful. The second time, it becomes expected. The…
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When my mom passed away
From the first day, grief hadn’t even settled into my bones before I was told — no, pressed — to follow him to the ATM, to withdraw her money. My mom’s money. My deceased mom’s money. He made sure I was alone. He didn’t want anyone else to know. But fate spared me that day.…
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Over 40? Too Late to Be a Content Creator? I Beg to Differ
When I started making content for brands, I had no idea what I was doing. Seriously. I didn’t even know my niche – and, to be honest, I still don’t. Why? Because I’d get bored sticking to one type of content. I enjoy creating for me, so joy comes first. And let’s be real –…
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