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Salam Aidiladha and Happy Holiday

Yeay! Esok balik penang. I will be away till 9th of Dec 2008. Oh ya, just to update la my activity last week. I attended two days training at Corus Hotel, KL from 26-27 Nov 2008. Training on presentation and communication skills. Nampak mudah, but very challenging. Among the activities were to do public speaking. This one quite challenging la becoz you have to think and speak on your feet within 2 minutes. And then dia kasi juga situation where we have to give speech, and ada yang kena jadi emcee. Menarik lah training nih. So, overall objectives was to make presentation that had 'impact' and effective. Ni hah gambonyer (Photo by Sherry Sokmum).

This week pulak asyik kena gi Melaka. Suffering for two days coz I couldn't travel by van. Nak tak nak kena juga la, coz that's the only transport yg disediakan. Naik van ni jadi loya dan pening sikit. Tapi masa kecik2 dulu even worst, naik kereta pun boleh pening dan muntah. Kesian mama ayah. So, lepas2 tu bila travel mama dah siap sediakan plastic bag untuk anaknyer yg sorang nih.

Okay la..dh melalut nampaknya..Selamat Hari Raya dan Selamat bercuti..jumpa next week.

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