Purging Toxic Material

a recent incident got me inspired to write this post. on how we should do some house-keeping on the list of so-called friends and acquaintances you have in your phone book, Facebook and twitter. once in awhile it's good practice to literally purge what is potentially toxic and harmful to your mental well-being.

this clearly includes people who seem to love posting gorry images on fb or self-indulgent (layan self pity I think) kinda tweets. and what should one do about this? PURGE THEM OUT OF YOUR LIVES. don't just click "hide" or unfollow. you should just hit the "unfriend" or remove them in everyday possible. why be reminded by how irritated you felt when they post something offensive or when (IRL - in real life) a small discussion turned into one massive blow up? question is why put yourself through that? once again all together now - PURGE THEM OUT.

there's no "right time" to do this. the right time is now. why procrastinate and prolong the irritation? that's what I'd do anyway.

Upon reflection

I just realised how ridiculous my last post was. This serves as a reminder not to post nonsense here. Note to Jihan: learn from the wisdom of stupidity and not to repeat it again.

my one and only

i swear i will make up for the 2 years i didnt post here. i will blog as often as i can and i will bore you with all my mundane thoughts and opinions that you'd just unfollow this blog altogether! haha i did warn you that my ramblings can be midly obtuse if not extremely. dont say i didnt tell you so.

so i've decided to write about the "one and only" (insert object/person) that i own, love or know. remember how i used to go on and on about how i need to a work-life balance and how people talk about it so much and that it is almost impossible to achieve? well the title of this blog is inspired by that.

recently BFM Radio had this Talk-Back Thursday session where they discussed women issues bla bla bla and how women are held back at the workplace. IMHO, in this day and age, women actually get to participate in top management decision making. there are women who are public figures, reverred and respected by men even - re: Margaret Thatcher.

this got me thinking back, at how i was in uni. i was all ambitious, get a job, get paid crap-loads, work 2 days a week, do some nonsense consultanting work and pretty much still be able to "have it all". little did i know then, i'd be struggling 10 years down the road, deciding on whether i should tip the scales and stay home or should i continue working like a dog 9-6, 5 days a week.

which brings me back to the topic. this whole dilemma shouldnt even be an issue. i should just concentrate on what keeps me going (and hopefully make me some good money too) and will make me happy in return. then the idea struck me - my one and only, family. i only have one housemate, one kiddopotamus, one sister, one father, one mother, my one of everything. and now i have one business (though i could probably call them my one and only partner(s) - Pnut & Myra). these are just some things, though small, but very important "one and only" (s) that keep me going. we do it well, we do it often, we do it with love and determination, God willing, money will come.

i just realised how side-tracked this entry is. from "my one and only" because a conversation bout Margaret Thatcher and BFM! but yeah that shows how my train of thought works and how i keep myself sane. thank Goodness for great company (re: housemate) for keeping me company at this time of the night while i blog to my hearts content.

i must also promise myself i should just stop obsessing about work-life balance. coz really, it doesnt exist. period.

Splendiferous and more!

It's 2012 and this is my first entry in what seems like eons! Too many things have happened in this past two years I really don't know where to start. To think I used to blog so often and rant about the most random things, really I used to be quite self absorbed! Somehow after having to grow up slowly these two years I'm thinking maybe I should be spending my time to do other things instead. One of 'em being to finally say goodbye to my 7 year old job and plunging into the deep and unknown.

Two things I've decided that I should do or try this year. Taking that law degree and starting my own business. Both of which are new and alien fields to me so I gotta start opening my mind and just do the Nike way - just do it! Hehe corny.

The title of this post is to just announce to the world that I now have business partners - Umairah Daud and Shafina Yusoff. We're now known as Splendiferous Eve & Planners. You can now find us at http://splendiferous.weebly.com or email us at splendiferouseve@gmail.com. Eeeks! It's happening! All of sudden it's dawning upon me that I now need to geddit right and make this work.

So here's to an exciting year ahead! Wish me luck!

3 years none-the-wiser

*soulvibe & maliq & d'essentials on*

so from the looks of my last posting, it seems that i was quite opinionated about men and handbags. you'd think i would change right after all this while? unfortunately i havent changed! i STILL think men should carry women handbags. period. so to those of you who disagree with me on this, we shall now agree to disagree yea? that should set the world straight.

these past 3 years have been a roller coaster ride. so many things happened, i feel like i've grown up more in the past 3 years than i have in the past 10-15! my last entry was 2008. i was still in my 20s and still sorta in denial. 3 years on and i've passed my 20s and i'm starting to accept that the decisions i've made got me where i am today. in the past, i used to "let it be" though still allowing some control over what i do. reflecting back 3 years, i didn't think i'd be knocked-up and nursing what is now a 19 month old human being. it's a miracle isn't it?

you'd think that when you reflect upon your life, you'd be humbled by it all. parts of me are and parts of me, still want to hold onto what i was before. i relish my single life. i relish the freedom of being out late and staying up all night. on the other hand, i see my future moving forward, juggling what was me before and how i'd like to see myself. dya get what i mean? i dont think many people would understand this, as i'm also struggling to accept the fact that i need to start growing up! thats what it is. i need to grow up.

2009 was the year i got knocked-up. i spent the year feeling like a house. though i just started to delve into the unknown. i started a new position in a new department doing something totally different from what i'm used to do (4 years of customer service). at the same time i was fat, bloated and extremely round. gee, i wonder how i got myself through all that :) i spent most of 2009 eating and eating and visiting doctors.

2010 came and the year was spent with what seemed like 2 hours sleep a day! how i survived that is beyond me. this was also the year where i truly started to grow up. i dont think i'm there yet but somehow it knocked some sense into me. i fought it everyday, mind you. 2010 made me truly understand what it means to actually learn how to take care of a human being baby! who knew that i could cope right? well i did :) i gotta thank though my support system - my mother especially and mother-in-law who without these two i might not be able to go on short dates with my housemate and keep sane.

2011 is now the year where i see myself struggling to juggle between family and work. i never knew that i would be going through such a thing. its one of those things where it would happen to other people but not you, y'know? so yeah it happened to me. though i struggle through those decisions, i also tell myself that i gotta live my life too right? thankfully i have the best housemate ever, ever. EVER. like what Badik says "kak, if he ever cheats on you, it would be with his video games". i gotta concur.

i know this blog is linked to my twitter account, so to those of you who're reading this for the first time - hi! you now see the vulnerable side of me. the side that not many people have seen. i've been told that i come across as "strict" or "stern". reading this entry will possibly make you think otherwise now :)

So here's to the next 3 years of growing up. more growing pains, physically and mentally.

But who's complaining right?

a pet peeve

i feel really strongly about this subject. my room mate likes to make fun of me when we go out coz he'd point out all these men walking around with their partners, supposedly chivalrous men who need to feel "strong" enough to carry a woman's handbag. i for one cannot take it. like REALLY. i'd go on rambling about how a woman's handbag belongs on a woman's shoulder... designed for a woman to match her shoes, accessories, makeup etc.

so my question is to ALL MEN OUT THERE, who have this "special" need to carry a woman's handbag WHILE holding your woman's hand... - carry a MAN BAG for goodness sake! heh sorry for the outburst. but really guys, i know you're trying to be all polite, spoiling your woman silly but there are many other ways to do that, other than carry her bag! i read this ridiculously funny post on what Singaporean women want (may I emphasize that i am NOT singaporean for a reason similar to this). Click Here. and i went OMFG "What the?" (Ala Rove Live).

i was relieved though that i wasnt the only one feeling so strongly about how a man should not be carrying a woman's handbag. EVEN if he's trying to spoil her silly. if she cant carry her own bag, she shouldnt be carrying one at all, period. i for one am not singaporean but i do believe in equality. to some extent:

1. i despise men who carry their girlfriend's/wife handbags
2. sometimes women should pick their boyfriend's up for a date
3. pay for dinner/movie or go dutch
4. if you cant peel your own prawns, dont eat 'em
5. ask him out for a date, instead of waiting for him to ask you out
6. ask for his number

so to all malaysian women out there, do your thing. you're either pro-equality which means you stop saying stuff like "chilvary is dead" and just go for it. or you could be the typical girly-girl and let your man pamper you (without letting him carry your handbag please!) and make sure he knows what kinda girl you are :) Otherwise, you'll end up in the Straits Times like this article here.