Post 1 - I Love Marketing or How I Need to Make this Blogpost in Order to Pass the Unit

So instead of a hassle of making a new blog just to do this subject, I'll just use my old blog site to do this assignment.

It is now my final semester of my marketing degree, and I am taking this unit - MKF 3881 - Electronic Marketing aka eMarketing.

It is a part of the final marking criteria for one of my assignment is that I need to make a blog post regarding eMarketing at least once per week (so that's at least 10 posts) which will be graded 12 weeks from now to form part of my assignment marks.

So what is this going to be? Well - for those who are not familiar with eMarketing it is "The use of information, communication technologies to understand, create, communicate and deliver value to customers and the organisation". Uh, technical terms, gotta love 'em.

For starters - I'm assuming all of you have Facebook and there you go, that is one of the largest social site in the world now.

I am going to take a bit of my own personal viewpoints for some of these posts, the posts are going to be the stuffs I'm interested in so pardon me if I am a bit geeky in some of these posts. But yeah - enjoy - it is going to be (hopefully) interesting, and I'm expecting feedbacks.

Hey ho Presentation

Research said that the biggest most common fear that all humans share are the fear of public speaking. Being under a watchful stare of handful of people, all waiting on your every word, trying to find one simple mistake. Myself, of course like every other people are somewhat afraid of public speaking. I am quite good in it, it’s just that if I don’t have to do it, I don’t want to do it. This is why for one of our assignments, where we need to present to our clients about our marketing plan, I threw the ball to one of my group mate instead.

Feeling great that I don’t need to perform the presentation, I spent the rest of the weekend making a list of potential questions that the client might ask.

I woke up on Monday morning with a loud ring of my phone, it was a sms. I am a light sleeper, just a tiny bit of change in the environment of my room can disturb me of my sleep, whether it’s sunlight penetrating my windows, whether it’s my housemate making breakfast, even waking up because the heater was turned on too warm. Well, I’m not gonna complaint about that trait, since the simplest of alarms will wake me up.

In my half dazed – half asleep zombie state I shuffled to my phone. Looking to see that I have received a new message, I prompt to read it immediately.

And now I wished I haven’t wakened up from my sleep.

“Ah fark.” I said to myself.

My group mate hasn’t recovered from her sickness, so she still lost her voice. And that means – I have to do the presentation.

More surprised than panic, I quickly went to my email and downloaded the presentation sheet that my friend has already made. I spent the rest of the morning trying hardly to rehearse the presentation without looking like a total idiot while in the same time trying to find my only pair of suit – because you have to look professional for the presentation, or so the tutor said.

Now I’m on a suit, on my way to campus. It’s one of those rare occasions where you can go to uni wearing a suit without someone going “WTF?” I had the perfect reason to go to uni wearing a suit, damn right it made me look professional, and I enjoyed every bit of that.

On to being panic, when I went to the corridor where the room that I was supposed to present is located, I felt a dread sweat forming on my brow. I felt a huge pain in the stomach, as if someone hit me with a baseball bat to the stomach, which releases clouds of little animals that dug into my belly and about to squirm out. Yeah, it was not the most pleasant of feelings.

1 Hour, 6 presentations later and now it’s our group’s turn.

I walked to the front of the classroom, showing every little bit of confidence I possibly can. I looked at the client and smiled and they smiled back – I need to show them that if any, I am confident. My group leader introduced us and I proceed to take the stage. I opened my mouth, gripping tightly the summary papers looked at the client dead in the eye, and spoke my piece.

It was the longest 10 minutes of my life. But it was over. The client gave their feedback, it was not bad, and our tutor gave us a feedback as well – not bad.

I heaved a great sigh of relief. It’s done.

Obligatory camwhoring session:

New Blog - New Face

So yeah, I decided to scrap my old blog just for the sake of it.

There isn't a lot of things there anyway to begin with *le sigh*

Ah well.

Enjoy~

-V