How to Be a Professional Emcee

Ever wanted to brush up your emceeing skill? Wanting to improve your speaking ability in front of public?

Still not too late to purchase tickets. Workshop is open for both toastmasters and non-toastmasters. Cheapest workshop you can find. 

Please contact me suhanasidik@gmail.com to purchase your tickets.

Lesson Learnt: the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.

Learn From Noah's Ark

1. Don't miss the boat.

2. Remember that we are all in the same boat!

3. Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark..

4. Stay fit; when you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.

5. Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.

6. Build your future on high ground.

7. For safety's sake, travel in pairs.

8. Speed isn't always an advantage; the snails were on board with the cheetahs.

9. When you're stressed, float awhile..

10. Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.

11. No matter the storm, when with peace and tranquillity, there's always a rainbow waiting

Home is where he is. I'm homesick.

Home is wherever he is. I'm getting homesick. Hello Malaysia Airlines. Please fly me home fast.

It has been a rather short but meaningful trip to London, for both work and pleasure. I was thrilled the minute hubby said he will join me for the trip to UK, which coincide with 2 work meetings I have. What a more appropriate opportunity for both of us, even more when adik is there.

I spent the first week without hubby, so I got extremely homesick. Alia, etty and I were talking about exactly this, and independence. I find it extremely difficult now to sit alone staring at blank space, or go out and about finding other enjoyment that life has to offer. It has been different when I got married. I found myself to be clingy and less independent. What is it about me that has changed so much?

I miss him so dearly now, even when I actually last saw him merely 2 hours ago at healthrow airport. There is something addictive about having a husband. But I have to admit that I would sometime be too consumed at work, and that it is the only time which would take my mind off him.

Switching off to airplane mode now. Oh well.... after 6 movie marathon and a McDonald later, he will be back on my arms.

Hello Kuala Lumpur. Hallo suamiku.

.......From boeing 747

Lesson we can learn from London

We completed the national gallery tour and i was mesmerized with the biggest collection of painting I have ever seen. This may be small in comparison to louvre but seeing Rembrandt, van gough's master art was priceless.

What attracted me most was the fact that crowd was plenty even on Monday. The were also quite a no of students, some barely look past 6.

Some took a stroll from one room to another, slowly adoring the different objects and scenery. There were quite a no who opted To sit on the bench in front of the paintings, took out their sketch pads and started to translate the painting into their own interpretation. To see their focus and self fulfillment was just amazing.

 What was even more fascinating for me was this group of kindergarten kids who sat on the floor in front of a painting which looks like a big massacres  taking place. And there was This very good looking teacher who was asking questions, prompting answers and encouraging participation in the most persuasive body language and dramatic vocal variety. And kids responded accordingly by putting up their hands to give their answers and asking questions.

Bravo. Bravo. What a great education system. Kids were active, or proactive to be exact. Apparently the english education system encourages School trips for educational sessions to a places like FREE national arts gallery or museums, unlike places like Cameron highlands or Bukit merah, which during my time is only an excuse for us to get away from home.

And I did mention that the tickets are free,right? And so does all other museum in England, ie. natural history, Victoria & Albert, science museum, British museum, and the list goes on and on and on again. Doesn't that just encourage good education for our kids, and a great family activities for Malaysian?

Rather than giving free money every year to win votes, I would suggest that we open up all arts centre, museums, educational centre to ALL Malaysians free of charge. We should encourage a knowledgeable community among us. And an upgrade of the facility would have been a good step towards that as well.

So this is a call for action. Are you with me?

From Brussels with love

Some movies are just Heart wrenching, out of this world. They have excellent script, the most beautiful cinematography with the best crew money can buy. But what makes a good movie great is a combo of great songs that people can identify with.

And that is what Jerry Maguire is to me. I love every scene and every word that comes out from Renee and Tom. Sometimes we ladies get so insecure especially if we love our husband too much. And that's where springsteen showed you the secret garden for us to escape.

Whenever I'm down, had a huge fight or misses my hubby too much, I would put on the secret garden on repeat, listening to it over and over again until this tired brain can focus on something else. When I need some comfort, i'll switch to Notting Hill, because it reminds me that sometimes dreams do come true. And true love remains agile over years. 

Remember when Jerry said, "I'm not letting you get rid of me.... I miss my wife. You complete me...." I cried everytime I watch the scene. There is just something about a selfless act of proclamation of love which Is so endearing  that reminded me of my husband.

Because my husband is just that. He's my Jerry Maguire. He completes me. And I miss you so very much baby.

-from Brussels with love

Tornai, tornai

Imagine catching a taxi from the airport to have the drivers looking at you as if you've lost your mind when you tell him your destination. The next word he utters from his mouth is just, "do you know that you're in Antwerp?" 

It's funny how you can be so clueless. 

The taxi ride from Antwerp to Brussels seem to take forever, more with Belgium crazy traffic. Reminded me so much of home.

But Belgian has been fantastic. I put on a clueless look yet again, with a piece of map on my hand and there'll be people running to me making sure that I am ok. Just the kind of European hospitality which I adore. And Belgian chocolate is just to die for, like really. The architecture is simply worth a shutter click every few seconds. 

On the way to the factory in Tornai now, a 1.5 hour ride from Brussels to actually do some real work. Till then

My first UK visit

It feels like I am the last person in Malaysia to have ever visited UK. London Seems to be 2nd home to most people I know.So when I told people that I am going to London and its gonna be my first visit there, everyone got excited to tell me places which I should visit. 

It's gonna be super awesome, especially when my lil sis in law Alia is there as well. 

But I got homesick even in the plane ... Odd, cause I am use to travel weekly and this should be just easy. Perhaps 2 weeks away from home is just too much time away.  

Ok, gonna upload some good photos from Hereford, warwick, hyde park and plenty of places I've been to later. It's an awesome work trip with awesome boss to go with. Laterrrrrsss

First Raya with the Ishak's

Lately, i've been wanting to blog about something more ... political. But i've put it off, for the lack of encouragement to do what is right. You do not want to be caught in the controversial Section 114a Act.

But anyway,Raya has been great, and the 1 week i've had going to open houses has manage to balance the 1 month i endured for fasting. I'm back to the not-so-wonderful figure i had Pre-Ramadhan. I can't even fit my sister-in-law's baju kurung (well not surprising really, considering how skinny Alia Ishak is!).

There is of course so much to be grateful for Raya this year especially when it is the first time you are spending it as a wife. And I thought that with 9 other siblings, our Sidek’s raya is havoc enough. I was proven wrong. Having an extended family with multiple cousins can be overwhelming, especially when they are all wacky in their own way.

So yes, I am blessed. And looking forward for spending the other 22 days full of Eid happiness.

It's girl power for Pandelela

I was overwhelmed with extreme joy when our national flag bearer won a medal today. I guess a lot of other Malaysian felt the same thing. 

The first woman to do so, the first non-badminton medal, a great inspiration to all the woman-power out there. This 19 year old ambitious sarawakian has delivered what she promised to do. The beaming look of desire has found its feast, and we were damn proud! 

Honestly I didn't even put any hope of her winning a medal after a bad start in her duet appearances, but sometimes things happen when you least expected it. 

I was very much expecting something to happen today, but it's P day 1. Oh welll. Perhaps I'm gonna pull a pandelela miracle next month! Wish me luck.

Rambling - For That I am Thankful

First day at work and it felt almost fantastic. Had one of the worst night yesterday, itching with bad rashes and sleeping on the hard-sofa on the living room because the air conditioner in the Master Bedroom was not working. Certainly not what you want to feel the day before you start work (unofficially) and when you are facilitating a big workshop for the team. I was restless when I woke up at 5am, then again at 545am and finally forcing myself to be wide awake at 630am so that I can join the rest of the clan to leave at 715am, just in time for the 8am morning roll call at site office.

I’ve got the same question thrown to me when I reached office, ‘How’s married life been for you?’. I answered with a wide grin on my face, and they all walk away, nodding gleefully. Had it not been for this particular workshop this morning, I guess I would still be lazying at home with hubby watching 24 on his 17” computer screen. But I needed the brain exercise after 3 weeks of work disorientation, and too much partying in Krabi. So here I am again, in the much exciting Pasir Gudang this morning, and in Senai Airport now waiting for my flight back.

There is so much in my mind right now that when I am rambling on, I certainly am clueless about what should be said and done. There is so much I want to be thankful off, from a big wonderful family I have to the great amazing family that have accepted me as part of their life, to the much loved colleague who would call the night before just to check whether I have arrived safely in Johor. Sometimes we take things for granted. Sometimes we are ignorant about things that are just right there in front of us, as we seek for greater things to boast about.

It’s great to sit by yourself at a small corner of the coffee house and take a good reflection of your life, for that’s when your mind is at ease and your thought just started flowing excessively. That’s when you started thinking about things that happen, and make sense of everything that did not.

I believe that everything has a purpose in life. Things happen for a reason. And for that reason, I am thankful. God loves me dearly.

This wifey feeling

So I’m in Senai Airport, waiting for my flight back to Kuala Lumpur. What a week it has been, and it felt surreal.

A week ago, I was still replying work emails, managing subcontractors, answering calls from my expeditors, and TODAY, it was still the same chores. What happen in between was probably the most exciting period of my life.

I got married over the weekend, 2 of the biggest functions I’ve ever organized and attended (talking about micro-managing your very own wedding) and it felt oh-so-wonderful. I haven’t succumb to the fact that people are calling me Puan Suhana now (cause I am so used to it anyway, given my age, people ASSUME I am married) and that whenever I type on this lappy, I can see the ring he gave that symbolizes union of two very wonderful being. The henna is still red on the hand, and it felt just like yesterday when he kiss me on my forehead and did his akad.

I kept staring on my facebook profile photo, reliving those moment. What I can remember is how angry I was that the kadi was super late to the solemnization, and the restless look I had when I was literally directing people from the main table to correct the montage preview and managing the technical glitches. If I had just taken a step back, inhale and relax. But when I retract some of those very vivid moments, I remember him holding my hand and walk me down the aisle, and the look on his face after the whole akad completed. The moment when I became his wife.

So I’m smiling by myself at this half empty airport, and people may think I have gone cuckoo. But the feeling is just so wonderful not to relive.

I’m in Johor and he’s a few thousands km in Labuan, both working on different project on different fabrication site. How dreadful to think that this is how we are going to be next year, both with different commitment. But it will pay off in the future I suppose.

To Azlan Ishak, my soulmate – the guy who has finally pluck the apple from the top of the trees (cause they say that’s where the best ones are!), thank you for coming to my life.

As I listen to this track ‘Tercipta Untukku’, I feel like I’m almost in tears now.

I’m married.

(and somehow, my blogging mood is back these past few days).

Solemnised

A new chapter in my life.

I'm solemnised. I'm his, or should i rightfully say, He's MINE. muahahahaaaa