Talking to prof today seem to widen my eyes about what we expect to come in our life

No joke. Whether envy, or judgemental, it goes over my expectation when of how these mentor can goes over the extreme, sacrificed much of their already valuable academic free time to, spend that 1hr with you.( that will otherwise be given to other companies for a fee)

We talk about life, about skills that will we will develop in the comings of my 4years education.
Communication, leadership without force, social skill and also networking

Much pertaining so much to my life, lessons learnt, fun, laughter, deceived, jealousy, legal issue and so much more.
I came to realization that is all part of the package that develops me.

I guess within time, friends do change, some abandoned, some new bonds formed and some that were bitterly complicated. Ultimately, we get to decide.

I am open to the world, and ready to see what it can offer me. And I am grateful to my mentors and bros who help me that much.

Thanks Gilbert and Adrian.

Writing from my wonder phone again.
I’d guess I will be busy this coming week in view of exploring/reading my favouite academic writing.

I have 4 more articles to digest.
The neighbour daily affair for minced meat is disturbing. The chopping and thumping is driving my head crazy. Feel like robbing his meat dicer. Arg

Here’s a beautiful book.
Love ya guys and girls

I am really tired.

I feel that I have bad time management.

I feel like buying all the time in the world and slowly write my essays

For most of 21 years of life, I have avoided meats and meals featuring the word lamb, for I adhor the terrible taste that linger in your mouth. That irksome smell of fur and spice in you can find
“a mouthful” of tabacoo what I could describe it.

It became a very personal thing for me, despite how Manu parents will tempt me with their mutubak or goatsoup mee in their favorite food haven.
Even going to the extend of verbal listing those features you can get from swallowing that meat a docile animal.

Like Anita Rodrick’s persistent of mixing CSR in her business plan, it was a tale of no lamb, for myself socially responsible for not tasting that animal

Today, after writing the essay of my lifetime, I joined the big event of the week for SMU – patron day
Having the only dinner menu of chicken satay and roasted lamb tabak, it seems that survival instinct has do away all past hostility with the meat.

Sinking those satay swiftly away, leaving the empty sticks, the next surprising move was to eschew those lamb minced meat.

It didn’t taste that bad. The spice had work their wonder.
The crepe skin, woh partial crispyness of lettuce in work,
Only tender, suculent , and the magically aroma can describe it.

Somehow I blogged because it means a very signicant change in my life. Sitting under the nightfall with only the bodhi tree in sight, it serves to remind me that we dun have much time. Even second I keep quiet, I lost an opportunity of expression.
Every breath I take, I ask if I have gain that additional strength, that additional knowledge of our working world.

A tale of lamb, a tale of change…
A tale that we seek to ask

Call it minor happiness.
Sometimes, when you know that your customers got thru your biz through words of mouth. It dawns on you that consistent customer servicing added up rapport building is such an important tools. To have a customer to bring back 1-2 friends back for purchase added much more smile to your otherwise bad day.

Macro-managing isn’t easy to speak of as you will lose contact with ground customer. But it is the essense of such strong fundamental skills that carries you to even greater height.

I am pleased this month. Yet a little worried.
Somethings are just lexicography

Happy holidays
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