Category Archives: I’m Back!

The Well Rehearsed Story

I must have repeated myself over and over again when I tell my friends I’ll only be back from the 4th-24th July. The summer break extends up until early October but I’m only back every so briefly. The story is as follows;

Mummy never intended for me to go back this year. So, last year she booked a flight ticket to UK on the 24th July to go on a holiday for over two weeks. I was so enthusiastic to join Projek Kalsom, I begged my mum to buy me a flight ticket home which initially she was reluctant to do. Since my grandfather’s health appears to be deteriorating, she thought it would be good for me to return even if it is just for a short while.

The catch – I am to come with her when she flies to UK.

I could have flown home earlier, but I wanted to wait until I’ve moved all my possessions to my new place of tenancy. I disliked the idea of shifting everything into a temporary storage and then having to shift them from the storage to my new place. Besides, there were many things to be settled before moving out of my previous accommodation.

Although I am back only for a short while, the limited time I had has been well spent. I helped mummy with several of her projects, my grandfather was happy to see me, I gained so much experience during Projek Kalsom and I got to meet up with several close friends of mine. Not to forget the vast smorgasbord of local delicacy I get to savour!

Projek Kalsom 17

I daresay my involvement in Projek Kalsom 17 (PK17) had been accidental. I have long known about it, but never had the intention of joining. In fact, I was not even supposed to be back home this year. They way I ended up joining Projek Kalsom can be described as tripping over a rope, rolling down the hill and ending up in a pool of super epic fun stuff!

I met Hannah, the Director of PK17,  during one of UKEC’s general meetings in London. We had a brief introduction and chatted for a while. I had to resist pinching her cheeks because I thought she was super cute. Haha!

Not long after, I was asked if I would like to be Production Manager for PK17’s pilot documentary trailer which Khairul ( a.k.a Abang Korea) will be directing. I knew him from high school and found it interesting so I took up the job. I was then inducted into the Publicity Team.

The first couple of months was mostly about developing and expanding ideas. The first challenge was promoting Projek Kalsom at the Career’s Fair in UCL earlier this year and filming the pilot documentary trailer during the event. That was when I first met Sasya as well.

Once the documentary trailer was out, I literally spammed the newsfeed with it. The trailer was submitted for the Digi Wwwwow Awards. Last seen the trailer video was in the top 25. We didn’t win but it certainly bought a degree of exposure to PK17.

It took me a tonne of PK17 preparation work to receive the epiphany of actually coming down to Malaysia to take part in the real thing. After many weeks of persuading mummy, she agreed to buy me a flight ticket home. *SCORE!!!!*

Over the duration of PK17 I was bouncing around as part of the productions manager, keeping tab on Khairul’s work, committee, and facilitator. I confess to being super exhausted but I had good fun with everyone involved.

Thank you all for the good times!

 

 

Zorro’s Secret Cupcakes

I’m very proud of the group I mentored over the course of five days of Projek Kalsom. Min, Zulfah, Faty, Wani, Sya, Nizam and Raja. Group 10 – Zorro. For the business challenge game, they had to come up with a product, its production and marketing plans using a given budget of RM100,000. After much brainstorming, the group agreed to use Min’s idea of a bakery. Thus, Zorro’s Secret Cupcakes was born.

The idea was to produce cupcakes which looks good and tastes good, and far exceeds the level of Secret Recipe. The theme given was youth, and the group stood out with their simple cupcake product instead of high-tech electronic items many other groups came up with.

During the induction on the first day, I made everyone in my group draw a map of their education to career path. Nizam and Sya wants to be Syariah Lawyers, Zulfah aims to be a lecturer, Faty dreams of becoming a pilot, Min has ambitions of starting an international line of bakery. When we started asking questions on how to proceed with Zorro’s Secret Cupcakes, she impressed the group with her detailed knowledge in baking.

The kids were a dynamic bunch. My facilitator partner, Top and myself helped by guiding them to organise their ideas and brushing up their English. The group’s idea became a hit among the crowd and had many people asking questions. The members of the group who initally spoke minimal English did spectacularly during the presentation. Zorro’s Secret Cupcakes won the hearts of the judges and received first prize.

Well done to all of you!

Kita Zorro, macam hero! Pantang cabar, kita rempuh! Go, go go go, Zorro!

Murphy’s Law in Constant Motion

I seem to have this affinity of leaving behind belongings, misplacing valuables, missing buses and trains and forgetting to do important things at the most crucial times. I had to use my reserved savings to pay my rent before leaving for home, broke the legs on my luggage, and flew 6557 miles without a single currency of the destination I’m heading to.

Last Monday, I was due to arrive 10am at Sg Udang, Melaka, but I woke up at 10am. Apparently my mother had tried to wake me up several times before that, I never did. I  brushed my teeth, threw everything into my bag, pulled on my jeans, stuffed my belongings into the car. Just before my mum was about to drive off, I realised I forgot my socks. Mummy got into the house to get them.

400 meters later, I remembered my contact lens solution was running out. The first mini-mart I entered didn’t stock them. The 7-11 next door ran out of them, so we had to drive across town to the pharmacy to get them.

Just as mummy was about to drive into the highway, I saw that I’ve forgotten my towel. We drove home and I dashed into the house and grabbed my towel and a set of materials I had to bring which I left on the dining table.

I finally reached my destination an hour and a half later than promised. Such is the inertia of Murphy’s Law in me.

From Bath>>London>>Kuala Lumpur>>Melaka.

I think a Mambang constant needs to be introduced  😉

“Baby, you’re a Firework!”

9th July and I was out of the house before 5am. Mummy and I were to attend a public speaking workshop – as facilitators – at English College, Johor Bahru. I was assigned to a group of lower secondary school children and was duly impressed at the level they were catching up to everything we taught them.

At the beginning of the workshop, a presentation outlining the steps to preparing a well-thought speech was given. The students were told about the importance of intonation and body language, and how it would engage the audience into the speech. The students were then paired up to discuss a topic they would like to write a speech about.

At the end of the presentation, the students were split into group of six consisting of three pairs each and shooed into separate classrooms.

The aim of the day’s workshop was to give a starting point to these students to speak in public. We started with them presenting their speech to their little group of six before voting the best among them to go into the ‘finals’ to compete with the best of the other groups.

I made all of them stand up in front of their group mates to present their speech. I didn’t touch the grammar or any technical English what not, but made them improve on not-talking-like-a-train-moving-without-stopping-at-its-station, intonation and minimise on rocking back and forth while giving the speech.

I told them to breathe at the end of every sentence. Count to two internally at every full-stop to keep from rushing to the next sentence. Express enthusiasm! There was one student who spoke in a flat, dry manner and I told him to say “Nasi Lemak!”, “Milo!” over and over again like he’s super excited about it and made him use the same intonation in his speech. My tip to them was to take single, large steps every time they start to rock front and back on the spot.

They picked up really fast! The boy who represented the group I was assigned to made tremendous improvement from the first time I asked him to present his speech.

During the finals, I noticed all the other competitors in the lower secondary category had brought prepared materials of essay samples from English textbooks. The boy from my group had just done his speech about 45 minutes before the round begun, and was purely original (sounds like me – epic last minute work FTW!)

He got first place, woots!

I was so proud. Haha! He never even expected to win.

The upper secondary students went all syok-sendiri and started to behave like emcees or presenters like you would see at a local concert. AIYOH! This workshop is for public speaking lah! It was evident few of them actually prepared their piece and once person received my exasperated look which clearly told them hurry up and finish! without my saying a word.

I found it a pretty good warming up for Projek Kalsom starting tomorrow in Melaka. Super excited! (but have yet to pack! just returned from JB this afternoon). Check out their documentary trailer. Have a good week peeps!

Jet lagged

I slept without a hitch the first evening I landed. Spent most of the next day window shopping with mummy and catching up with acquaintances. I was confident my body would have adjusted to the local time zone. The day after required the ever so familiar shrill call from my mother bugging me to wake up at intervals between 2-3pm.

I woke up, showered, did my prayers and somewhat faced my computer screen in confused stupor. I knew I had something to be done but it wouldn’t surface in my mind what it was. I must have scrolled over many random things online for sometime before getting started on the tasks I was supposed to do.

I would probably have just remained in my tee and sarong had my mother not hurried me to get dressed for her Toastmaster’s meeting that evening. Managed to catch up with a long lost friend and later yum cha-ed the night away with some excellent company.

Got home around 2am, rolled around the bed sleepless, decided it was boring so I returned online and typed this out. Apart from the disrupted sleep cycle, it feels good to be back. So good that I managed a least two and a half naans in one sitting and half the can of kaya in one breakfast.

It’s got to be a good life 🙂