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There are a few really valuable lessons I’ve learned lately these two months and I thought of sharing them with my beloved friends and family:

1. Always say “Thank You” even when you’re not supposed to say it or even deep down inside you know you’re grateful but you just don’t voice it out. Most of the sellers I noticed, hardly say the word “Thank You” to customers and for me, it’s always a habit to say “Thank you” to them instead of them saying it. Why? It’s because I do feel thankful to them to sell things to me but on the other hand, is to let them feel guilty and will actually remind them of that two words. The other thing is I recently had a big argument with my cousin and it was a misunderstanding and my cousin actually thought that his effort was not being appreciated. Why? It was because I lack of the two words again. Ever since then, I’ve always kept this in mind and will always say the two important and useful words even if I have to repeat the same words over and over again. I think that it’s the basic thing what politeness is.
2. Time management is important especially for those who are in events field. I mean it applies the same to all situations and all people but I’ll be going into event planning, so time management is really vital. Once you’ve mistimed something, there goes your whole plan. Unless you’re lucky and you’ve enough back ups supporting you. Once you delay things, you will end up short of time. And once you’re short of time, you’re doing things in a hurry, you’re actually rushing things. And if you’re rushing things, things will not be done nicely and this and that might be left out. You might even end up doing things impatiently, and maybe you’ll explode with anger. Things will end up equals to disaster. Besides, you may not want to keep the Medias, celebrities or any kind of people to wait long enough for your event to start. I’m trying to get rid of my habit of being late and always assuming that “I still have plenty of time left”. I noticed that if I have sufficient preparation, I will be more organized and fewer things will be left undone.
3. Different people have different channels. Not all people like to talk to you in a formal way and in a serious tone and not all people are that friendly or nice to talk to. So, I’ve learned to approach people in different ways so that when we talk, we have a common ground.
4. Remembering names is a must. It shows that you actually keep that person in your mind and they will be more than thankful. It is also easier if you need to deal with them in future. I used to struggle in remembering names but for now, it’s at least so far so good that I’ve managed to remember almost each and every one who is working in my company.
5. Ask lots of questions! Especially when you’re still an intern and you’re new in this field. Don’t be shy of asking questions as this is the only opportunity left for you to learn. When you’re really in the corporate world, you can’t be asking your bosses lots of simple questions, they’ll hit you. I realized that questions really bring you closer to the truth and is a very useful communication tool. How people get to know I’m Vince’s cousin? Simple. There was once my clique and I were talking about Juwita Suwito and I knew her pretty well. He was surprised with all the information I had and asked about it. I said that I watched Akademi Fantasia before. And he asked again, “Why on earth do you watch AF?” “Because my cousin’s in it.” “Who’s your cousin then?” Need I say more? Those questions brought him step by step closer to the truth. So, ask wise questions that can bring you a good solution and not annoy or offend other people. Also, ask for the possibilities
6. Dealing with whichever kind of situations calmly. With calm thoughts and manner, it’s easier to deal with shits. People will appreciate you even more if you do not shout or get pissed off with them though clients or bosses always get crossed with you.
7. Learn to memorize tasks and schedules that have been set. Get your brain function and don’t fully rely on reminders and notes.
8. Humble learning is essential. You need to be able to understand whatever instructions or advices given by your employees, and by all means, even accepting some of the criticisms too.  Not only understand and accept it, but also try to change and learn from mistakes. Trust me, you will grow from that.
9. The fact that everyone does need everyone. Don’t look down on any human being; you’ll notice that you needed them desperately someday. Even though you’re a superstar, who say you can live without a cleaner, or a taxi driver? So start treating your friends and family nicely and appreciate the people around you.

I hope all these will help me to become a better person come event planner in the future. Hope you will find this piece of information useful J

P.S.: If you do not see any improvements from me, that must be the aftermath of working stress and internship.

I’ve been living in KL all this long and have been driving in KL for 2 years already and only lately I’ve notice what has been said bout KL and PJ drivers are true. They are not only mad, crazy, insane, they are also reckless and intolerant.

That day I was stuck in a flood and how lucky I was to drive in a super duper heavy rain until the extend that I hardly can see anything. The water came up to my car door’s level and every car was aware of it and drove pass the puddle of water slowly. Except! For two idiot cars, which flew pass my car first from the left side, then the right side. I thought for a split second that my car was about to start floating and my friends and I had to start paddling the car with sticks. The water eventually went into my car, not much but enough to spread to almost the whole car’s carpet. I had to bare with the awful smell for about a week. Thanks to some inconsiderate bustards.

There were a few occasions where mad drivers cut in and out and driving impatiently pass you. Two ocassions where the driver just flew pass me with their bloody loud engine just after the traffic light turned green. Worse, plenty! I could say 50% of the drivers are not tolerant. They DON’T let you drive pass them or cut in first, the more you cut in, the closer they stick to the front car.

Is it because I’m currently suffering from some driving phobia that I’m too afraid to make any judgement, or is it that my driving skill are too ‘unique’ that I did not follow the majority, or it’s just simply KL and PJ drivers are mad?

Due to the unbearable messiness in my room, and the promise I’ve been keeping so long that I’ll clean it up during the holidays, I’ve done it both yesterday and today. It took me 2 nights (5 hours) to clean up only 2 parts- my desk, including drawer and my shelves.

What took me so long? Because more than half of my things are RUBBISH and I’ve not clear it for centuries which I think I haven’t been cleaning up for more than half a year. The main point is why are there so many damn rubbish?! I’ve noticed that I’ve this weird and bad, very bad habit. I love to collect things, from postcards (I’ve got over hundred!) to stamps (at least some stamps are valuable) to stickers (there are just too many stickers and I ended up sticking them around my drawer, why on earth did I collect them?) to cards/ envelopes to angpaus (why??? Some are even normal ones you could even get it in pasar malam!) to coins to papers (a very bad habit cause I like keeping all of them to recycle and reuse them) to Arsenal merchandises (not very weird la but quite waste of money, but what to do?). So now you see how I manage to clear up until 4 big plastic bags of rubbish except for Arsenal’s. I think I’ve got this weird thinking last time, and why it took me so long to only notice that those are rubbish?! It’s so so ridiculous like I’m some kind of retard, like to make my drawer pile up with unused stuff. While throwing them away, I kept questioning myself, why on earth do I collect them?? The worst is I don’t even remember keeping them. I think it’s because I like to put them in one place and leave them untouched for centuries but not thinking of throwing them away.

Still there are plenty of places in my room yet to be cleaned. It’s like infinity spaces in my room and rubbish everywhere. It’s true that one of my friend said that she will throw away more than half of my room’s things. I will stop keeping unused things, be more cruel to them, throw them away or donate. I don’t want to live with rubbish!! But I’m giving myself a big clap first for being such a good girl hahaha.

Wore formal for the whole day today, from 8.30 a.m. to 12.30 a.m. Wonder anyone ever wear formal for such long hours. Don’t get me wrong, I dislike wearing formal a lot! I rather wear something more comfy..Anyway, back to explaining why. I had presentation in the morning and it’s only 1 presentation and therefore i need to wear formal and class will not end till 3.30. After all classes, Bing, Step, MC, Lynn and I, all of us have to rush to Times Square to sing K to celebrate Step’s birthday cause happy hours are only until before 7. Therefore, I had no time to change! 1st time wear formal sing K, 1st time wear formal shopping and 1st time wear formal celebrate birthday. Thank goodness I did not wear heels. It’s a good thing that I dislike wearing heels. Hopefully next time don’t have to wear formal for so long again even during internship. Sweat…

rating for outing today: 9/10- 1 mark deducted for being too exhausted, partly because I only had 5 hours of sleep and partly is because of BING!!! Made my mouth so tired…

After this post, I might not be posting again till quite some time I guess. Cause been really busy lately. A lot of research papers and final projects need to be handed in. After shooting for Advertising final project, need to do Pop Culture report- 3000 words, then move on to doing powerpoint, then to finding informations for English Literature and make my own notes for presentation which is due on next Monday, next to finishing my double spread (used 7 hours plus to finish it), print them out and do sketch book, continue with Advertising project- editing, start doing English Literature individual assignment- 1000 words, start preparing for Pop Culture quiz (next Wednesday), prepare for Design Layout presentation and lastly, final touch up for Advertising project and prepare for presentation (next Saturday). After all the "asses" and presentations, I only could rest for a tiny short while then need to study for finals!!! Though it’s only 2 subjects la haha. Can’t believe I need to rush everything like SH**…

After all, I’ve sacrificed my half day’s time celebrating Step’s birthday. She should be touched hehe… Oh ya, teacher MC set a date for me to sit for piano exam. My god! It’s on this Friday! I haven’t started practising yet. I’m so gonna fail!

I broke my own record for staying at home for almost the whole day!And I’ve counted altogether is 19 hours plus sleeping hours…I couldn’t quite believe that i actually manage to stay home for such a long time since…since…long long time ago…some more it’s a Saturday!!!so sad…at least I resisted not to go out

The next day…

I spent whole day outside to church and shopping..looking for furnitures hehe burnt lotsa Calories hohoho…

Heard this joke from church…

A man was caught by a bear in forest and started to pray to God…

"God, please help me… please ask this bear not to eat me… I know that I’m only praying when i needed help… but please make this bear become a christian so it wouldn’t eat me!!"

And so…

the bear lifted up both of its paw….

and began to….

pray…

"father lord, thank you so much for the meal today…" XD

Another miracle and yet stupid incident I’ve encountered yesterday. And the thing is I just dunno why I am posting this up. My friend’s laughed her head off after listening to this and yet I still wanna post it up. Probably is because I wanna have a good laugh in future or probably is because of the sake of blogging…

I went to the Curve for movie today with Mei Cher, watched Stomp the Yard, it was quite alright, I just love their dance moves; after movie and shopping, we went to William’s for dinner (I just love that mamak beside longkang hehe…), ordered pretty fattening food, and the drink I ordered was supposed to go dutch with Mei Cher and she did pay me back. And as usual my over generosity doesn’t allow me to accept it, just doesn’t ok? Don’t ask why… and I said this drink is on me and the coming lunch will be hers (as she promised long time ago la not that I bully her), and little did I know how important that 3 ringgit can be later on…

My original plan was to go straight to goat’s place after dinner and watch Death Note with her and probably stay overnight at her place. But I had to go cemetery the next morning, very early morning and therefore I canceled my stay but still wanted to go to her house and watch the movie. While on my way to her house, I had to pass tolls along the highways and I had totally forgotten my wallet left 2 ringgit only. Thank god the first toll I needed to pay 1.60 only, so which means I still have 40 cents and I remember I’ve passed at least 3 tolls while on my way to the Curve. 2 more tolls and 40 cents left…

I began searching my entire car for money. I calculated, altogether I had 1 more ringgit including the 40 cents. Sad right? That’s what I call poor people’s car. I started to get panic, what should I do? I tried to stay calm and acted cool and kindly asked the toll collector (or is that what u call the person?) how much will it cost for the next toll. But she said she dunno because different company. Ok, now what? Should I call my friend who left me after dinner to come and lend me some money and leave? Or should I call my dad to come and collect me? Or should I just explain my situation and hoping that they’ll let me through? 1 more ringgit for the next toll is a bit impossible. Or should I stop by some petrol station and search for coins on the floor? Or will anyone lend me a bit of money? All kinds of nonsense started to pop out.

Ok… but what if they don’t let me go as I think no one has ever caused such problem, and will they detain me because of that??? My parents will definitely gonna kill me… again… for coming all the way to wait… I don’t even know where I was… fine… forget about getting help from some one, I’ll get help from…

And so, I prayed, I prayed so hard that I sweated a lot. I drove as slow as a tortoise afraid that I will see any signs of tolls and trying to notice the sign boards in case I went onto any highways which require toll fees. At least if I see any toll, I can stop my car and wait… I followed Cheras sign board and avoided what I usually will take to go home as I know the way back to my home requires 2 more tolls. After driving for half an hour, I came to a highway which I am familiar with. I wait no more and turned into a pathway which I’m quite sure I’m able to reach home. I didn’t care bout going to Cheras to my friend’s place or not at that moment… All I care is I WANNA GO HOME!!!

After another 30 minutes of driving along some alleys and some housing areas, apparently I went through Puchong area and finally I arrived my taman… 5 minutes later I was back home. I never felt my home was so home sweet home before, I rushed up to my room and immediately refilled my wallet but I suddenly felt so frighten to go out especially to Cheras and it was quite late already and so I canceled my plan. I told my friend about it and stupid goat laughed until like no man’s business. I don’t care, as long as I am safely home now and that god really bless me, you can laugh all you want. If I just had the 3 ringgit back I will not have to waste so much of my petrol exploring Puchong to find my way back.

Lesson today: always keep some money in your pocket or car; you’ll never know what might happen (I mean really enough money, don’t be like me 2 or 3 ringgit only)… And I’ll receive all money people give. I was indeed being stupid for not being aware bout whether having enough money or not… And question for everyone: What would you do if you’re in my situation? I really need to know.

Jesus Loves Me, I must say a lot!!!

                 I hated my “blurness” very very much. I left my bag in A&W today and only noticed it after I came home half an hour later. Guess I was mentally a bit slow today (3 hours of sleeping only).

                 I went back straight to A&W and to my relief; my bag is just right at the same place where I was sitting. I opened my bag and there were my files, my friend’s charger, my pendrive (thank god…I bought it for RM100 man!), my sweets, my cap, my pen and…and…and…where the hell is my wallet??? I’ve searched the entire bag and still no wallet inside.

                   I told myself to calm down and think again where I put my wallet. I went searching the floor and in the car and still no signs of any wallet. I was quite sure that someone must have seen it and stole it. It is quite a common thing in Malaysia and dishonest people is everywhere.

                I began to curse again whoever it was and was thinking hard what had happened to this society? Why will people to that? Why are they so selfish? Why do this to me? Why so cruel??? After cursing very much of them while I was on my way back, I started to curse myself. Come to think of it, I never learn my lesson, didn’t I? I’ve lost my license a few days back and had no idea at all when and where and how I’ve lost it, which will be my second time of losing it; I’ve lost my wallet for the second time; I’ve lost my camera and hand phone once and still I am very prone in losing stuff. I started to blame myself for being so careless almost every time and that luck didn’t help at all.

                  After cursing myself, I started to console myself. I started to think that I did not lose much in that wallet actually. I only had my identity card, a few name cards, vouchers, and 70 something ringgit. Only the renewal of identity card gave me heartache as my parents definitely will not pay for me, and I think the second time of renewal will be around hundred. And I am short of money at the moment, how could this be? The thought of losing money didn’t console me at all. I’m in need of money and yes 70 something means a lot to me. Well, at least I can eat Dominos…

                  When I arrived home, I went straight to my room and started searching for my license as I still do not believe that it will disappear just like that (today only started searching after losing it for a few days). So, I started searching each and every trouser’s pockets, entire car and bags. I even tried calling it out and still nothing (sounds silly but according to my friend, goat, this works every time she loses something). I dunno why somehow it gave me a feeling that my table is messy and I needed to clean it up and I might find it somewhere around my pile of rubbish. Miracles do happen, and after clearing my stuff, there lying still was my red Arsenal wallet. It was like God’s gift and maybe God just drop it down out of a sudden as he knew how desperate I was. After recovering much of my consciousness (I can say that I was unconscious previously, brain totally couldn’t function), I started to recall that when I was changing to my shorts when I got home before that, I took out my wallet from my jeans and put it on my table. I think I must have lost my memory somehow…

                   My fingers just ran through my wallet again as I did not seem quite believe of the disappearance of my license. It has got to be somewhere…and yes, it was in my wallet too…the compartment which I hardly noticed or put anything inside. I started to recall and yes, thanks to my friend who must not be mentioned, helped to put my license in that compartment that day, and she couldn’t even remember.

                    Well, I guess that’s just my luck for after being so unlucky every single time. It was really a miracle for getting back all my important documents and stuff in a short time. Sorry for all the cursing which I just couldn’t help it. I will definitely 100% surely be very extremely aware next time, no more next time, I can’t afford to lose anything anymore. Friends out there do help this poor old me and tolerate my “blurness”. Maybe I should start recording each and every movement I have made.

3 days 2 nights in Melaka was a fun trip with my sister, gIANt cousin, Sean, Amelia, Uncle KC and Leegen Gugu. My brother did not come along as he had to work who currently enjoy working full time as a cashier in the Store. How weird of him. My brother actually likes to work and I didn’t know all this while. I hardly even see him nowadays as his daily schedule is like wake up around 11, watch tv (the only time to meet him), an hour later get ready to work, eat lunch then off to work, come back around 10.30, eat and sleep. And he’ll be like this till the end of this month! Anyway back to the trip. The first day was last Thursday was only me, my sister, gIANt, Sean and his dad, Uncle Kian, left a day earlier to Melaka. It was raining heavily during the journey; it was as if the dark clouds were chasing after us till we reach Melaka.

After unpacking our luggage at the pent house which owned by my granddad in Tengkera I think, we went to Mahkota Parade which sadly was the only complex we have ever been to so far, to buy some food so that we can cook it ourselves later if Uncle Kian was to leave us tonight as he had some seminar or something like that. So, we won’t be starving especially my fat gIANt, he will die of not eating enough, not at least till Uncle KC and family to come. Therefore, my two cousins headed into GIANT (don’t get confused, gIANt is my cousin Ian who looks like a giant and GIANT is a supermarket where gIANt find it heaven as he can find lots of food inside), and started to grab food like they were in a competition. Both Sean and Ian had got same brains; both went separate ways but ended up getting same food. Inside Ian’s trolley, there’s cereal, sausages, bacons,

Milo

, bread, chili and tomato sauce, eggs, cookies, coffee powder and milk. While for Sean’s, there’s sausages again, bread again, Milo again, red bean ice creams, orange and apple juice, French fries, 2 tins of Campbell soups, and milk again. They only noticed that they got the same items before heading to the cashier, no wonder they’re brothers. Sean kept asking me whether I want nuggets, biscuits, junk food or anything else. Are we staying in the pent house for life? Well at least the total of rm180 of food will not hunger my two giant cousins.

We had our dinner at some restaurant in Jonker Walk. I recommended them to try out satay celup (it’s like lok-lok but with different sauce, this one is satay sauce). And to my expectation, they LOVE it. I have no idea why I have become like one of the giants. Maybe it’s because of them; all they do is just eat and eat and eat. I had 25 sticks in the end, Sean had I think 40 and above, Ian something like that too, my uncle maybe around 30 something and my sister, maybe a bit less than me. Everything we ate was fantastic, it’s like living in heaven and we almost finish half the fridge. Pity the servant who worked there had to keep refilling the tray. We were like monsters as we ate altogether around 150 sticks! But the food there is so cheap and the total was only rm85 plus drinks. Sean who is having diet all this long, continued eating while we were back in the pent house, offered to cook French fries for us, asking us to eat cookies and ice-creams. He ended up eating cookies and ice-creams all by himself. I guess he hasn’t been eating for centuries, that’s why he was now eating as much as he can.

Ian started setting up his play station 2 and we played Bomberman. Sean has been screaming and yelling whenever he dies, while Ian’s only excuse of dying was because he sacrifices his life just to rescue the others (kononnya). We took turns to play and whenever Sean has got free time, he will start taking me, my sister and Ian’s pictures with his camera phone. That is his favorite hobby, to take ugly pictures of us when we aren’t aware of it. He captured loads while we were in the car before arriving Melaka. Usually at home, Ian will become his victim (took pictures of Ian sleeping every single morning), and now that he has got new faces to take, me and my sister eventually became his victim. One of them was me looking down at something showing out my double chin. So horrible! He threatened to put up on Friendster. He’s evil! So, the only 2 solutions will be either you block your whole face and avoid the camera or you smile and make sure you look good all the time. The 3 of us has been busy pressing the joystick and using it to cover our face as it was impossible for us to smile while playing.

We played Cadoo later on. One of the game was Ian partnered me and he as usual, like to do everything by himself (cause he thinks he is smart), acted out in front of us. But then he kept showing out a heart shape on his left hand side chest. I only manage to guess love and heart, my sister said nothing and Sean, “Boob!”, and “Tits!”. I know, he’s sick, and Ian trying so hard to show it out and his heart shape is going lower and lower forming endless heart shape downwards. And Sean straight away, “Boob sagging!!!” Oh my god! Sean’s so perverted! What’s wrong with his brain? But everyone roared with laughter except for the innocent Ian. In the end, the answer was “sheriff”. Wtf! Is there anything to do with heart shape??? He explained that it wasn’t a heart shape but a sheriff badge with four pointed edges. Oh well. Anyway, even brainless Ian teamed with Sean, Sean still wins and he kept declaring himself as a genius, whatever.

The so-called genius, besides liking a lot to take ugly pictures but also loves to scare the hell out of me and my sister. Whenever we were in the toilet, he will off the light and say, “Be careful, there is a hand coming out from the toilet bowl and it will grab your bum! Faster run!” Isn’t he such a jerk? He just watches too much horror movies, so creative.

How all of us wished Sean has to go back earlier for his Maxis shooting, but unfortunately, he convinced his dad to let him stay one night in Melaka. So, we kept asking him to sleep early as he has to wake up early in the morning the next day to go back to KL. But he just didn’t want to sleep, and kept tormenting us continuously till 1 a.m. I know he is good looking, soon to be rich (Maxis paying him 9k for the advert, Milo paying him 6k for billboard advert), soon to be a star, but that doesn’t mean he can treat us like that and why can’t he just act a little more mature and more like a fifteen year old teenager? And worst of all, he’s my youngest “baby” cousin…

This is a conversation between me and Joyce-

Joyce: Do you wanna play Dota?

Me: Ya with who?

Joyce: With Sean and Ian

Me: Your brother?

Joyce: Dunno wor

Me: What time you want to play?

Joyce: Dunno

Me: How are you going there?

Joyce: Dunno. Can you fetch ah?

Me: I’m going back home first, how?

Joyce: Dunno

Me: How long are we gonna play?

Joyce: Dunno…up to you all la

Me: Why every single thing you dunno?

Joyce: Because I really dunno ma!

Me: (speechless…)