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Writing

Jerome — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 03:14:51 +0000

Some people think that I am suffering from great distraught from a sheer amount of writing I have to put up.

Others accused me of highly rating SMU for the fact that other unis are equally “suffering” from the packed amount of work we people have to go thru

The true is, I am not complaining but really really love what I am doing. Status update has been a form of expression. Writing, exploring, thinking about about social concepts that lay before my eyes. Not withstanding the fact mr Adrian, our wonderful tutor has shimmered that spotlight into academia world, which otherwise would be like a room of darkness for me to ponder.

I hope i could have more time for myself to read.
Beg that the endless hw will stop and let me finish them
Pray that biz will run and work it’s wonders for me.

Thinking i am silly ? Ha
You really like that smile on your face

A Professional Heart Talk

Jerome — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 12:01:47 +0000

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.

A tale of lamb

Jerome — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 12:21:11 +0000

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

Walking Singapore

Jerome — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 12:44:44 +0000

Life is good.

Walking around Singapore today.
Thought with a headache, the navigation was still fine. 21 years as a Singaporean certainly train you well to walk from dhoby to orchard.

Amazed with so much changes that have wiped the orchard stretch.
Oh course, pretty girls and hunks still rules

At least ended with a kallang fc meal
Love my life

i am really tired

Jerome — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 14:19:32 +0000

days at DBS was filled with mundane work which i happened to finish uber fast.

i guess the solution when a mundane task is at hand, do it quick, once and for all.

my stint at DBS bearly lasted 1 month, to be exact, 2.5weeks and sadly my pay are’n't enough. compare to roy who earn like printing notes from citibanks, mine is absolute mediocre.

so tired

somehow, working is like putting our life on the weighting machine.
every single grams of your energy and time is weighted , judged and rewarded.

the result, streaming income and a tired soul.

i got beetlebug shoes.
and a poorer$ 90

ha, : )

lingering

Jerome — Fri, 22 May 2009 04:57:54 +0000

i guess i am back at the blog.

after a series of busy, tired, bad life event here and there..

i dun know what else to say, what else to do. what else left to defend.

Yet the images of letting go keep linger here and there.

i just miss the old you.
i hate to let go… yet stop all those pain.

if it is a must, then we have to do that.

in certain way, i am intrigated by the way how love and hate miraclously switch side in a matter of seconds.

is the fraternity of love really so weak, as if it sit on a thin line ready to snap ?

why is there never a happy breakup ?
why do we always must come to a point where both party crashed and burned before we start to let go ?
i really feel terrible….

it takes 2 hand to create a heart. yet all it need for it to stop was for one to part away.

i am sorry

twistoffate

Jerome — Sun, 10 May 2009 07:08:43 +0000

there’s many in life that happen in a mannerly fashion we never wanted.

this week was living in the high of happiness and dwelling in the sobriety of hell.

maybe it just pain so much that i feel really really really…….

sometimes, the truth hurt so much that we actually wanted to continue living in the world of lies just to get out of those pains.

i guess life still goes on. work still meant to be done

book meant to be read, exams meant to be scored.

i hate my life

meltdown

Jerome — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 08:55:57 +0000

Location: cityhall starbuck
Mood : Down.

if i can ever rate a day on how it’ll fair for me, today will certainly be the worst day of
the month.

Wake up to a confrontation morning with her.
It was really bad. Sometimes, when u dun sound irritated, they will assume you will.
Nevertheless, it took a really bad toll on me and her…

Next, for some reason, i mistaken that one of the clients meeting today for thursday.

next, some today dinner meeting were cancelled.

next, webproject #Green were poorly done. really hate that.

next ? i dun know, what’s next ?

life is filled with so many surprised

we never expect what to come everyday.

maybe i will jst keep finding. keep looking, keep working.

End.

Treoo.com

Jerome — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 08:41:58 +0000

Treoo.com (pronounced as Tree-OO dot com ) was setup in February after renaming from Newfu.com

Ha, sometimes i am happy that it was setup up eventually thought i feel that it could have more manpower to manage and run the whole project.

Today, i am pleased to announce that we have break even and revenue collected this month April has surpassed the past 3 months.

Our products, ha, friends, if you guys know, yes, include massager, magic items, ipod&mac book accessories and also earphone will continue to retail on the website.

We are banking into a higher value product in weeks or months to come and i suppose that Treoo.com will be bought to even greater height

So Cheers !!!!!

And back to lives, i think i need more money. i am growing irresistable quench for money. haha

Cheers and lifeis good busy, stressed but nothing beat more than seeing result and having someone who i can talk to.

And i loving you. ha

postpad

Jerome — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 16:24:05 +0000

i haven been posting these few days, week, or months

it’s not because i dun want to blog.

it’s just because i was really busy elsewhere and many many troubling stuff.

i still blog, perhaps choosen the mental way of thinking, writing and creative arangement of words in mind, churning messages and enlightened note, but to be blown aways when the ailing memory of mine fades off.

life has been good. bestowed to me the sacred meaning of being love and the opportunity to be do back the same.

work has been fun, driven by the ongoing passion of monetary goals and sustainability.

yet, somehow, part of my life seem to be missing.

seem to be always keep ashut in the mockery world of my inner self.
haunted by the past old memories of my inner sacarsm.

i could hardly breathe….

maybe i’ yearn to be free someday.
rediscovering myself…. always.