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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHQ3YyfSp7ImA9WhRaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:12:12.895+08:00</updated><category term="resolution success" /><category term="facebook" /><category term="LOHAS" /><category term="get through life" /><category term="bed bugs" /><category term="Cyclone Nargis Myanmar" /><category term="photography" /><category term="Mongolia" /><category term="French song" /><category term="Making sense of the world" /><category term="Working in Europe" /><category term="cambodia" /><category term="Poems" /><category term="bertrand russell" /><category term="single" /><category term="Buddhism" /><category term="the black swan" /><category term="Miss Singapore World 2009" /><category term="life" /><category term="friendship" /><category term="travel" /><category term="running" /><category term="Feelings" /><category term="springcleaning" /><category term="cheating" /><category term="charity" /><category term="Bits and Pieces" /><category term="f1 night race" /><category term="world hunger" /><category term="volunteering" /><category term="Love Past" /><category term="happiness" /><category term="frozen yogurt." /><category term="sabbatical" /><category term="timor leste" /><category term="love" /><category term="work" /><category term="Reflections and Random Thoughts" /><category term="painting" /><category term="Lesson for every salaried employee" /><title>je ne sais quoi</title><subtitle type="html">je ne sais quoi, i know you have a special something, je ne sais quoi, something I just can’t explain</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/PLLu" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/pllu" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNQnw-fyp7ImA9WhRUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-1030604487359744849</id><published>2012-01-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:23:13.257+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T23:23:13.257+08:00</app:edited><title>聲聲慢</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1030604487359744849?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1030604487359744849?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/5z72wtEET6Q/blog-post.html" title="聲聲慢" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/nHkIX_YJE_s/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/quTHkqT9IULBNPhPXjIfSA_GUdw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/quTHkqT9IULBNPhPXjIfSA_GUdw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/5z72wtEET6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMQ3k_cSp7ImA9WhRVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-1723297065200280397</id><published>2012-01-18T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:21:22.749+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T23:21:22.749+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections and Random Thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook" /><title>On Facebook, Friends and Staying Connected</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1723297065200280397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1723297065200280397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/UvgpbhazNvA/on-facebook-friends-and-staying.html" title="On Facebook, Friends and Staying Connected" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KnQCHYyoVFk/TxbZxIh7E3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/NCZXeoWeFvQ/s72-c/fb2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">Had a really nice catch up with a girlfriend last night. :)  It had been a few months since she returned back to work in Germany, after living here for the past few years, so i was eager to see her again and to check on what she had been busy with. I mean there's some updates on pictures and statuses on her fb and we did chatted online. But nothing beats meeting face to face, the focused presence
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6ygIAKxd5KdHdUy0sSREUSYt9EU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6ygIAKxd5KdHdUy0sSREUSYt9EU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/UvgpbhazNvA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-facebook-friends-and-staying.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNRH4ycSp7ImA9WhRVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-6424102283710125845</id><published>2012-01-13T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:34:55.099+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T22:34:55.099+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections and Random Thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bits and Pieces" /><title>Communication, Miscommunications and Gossips</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6424102283710125845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6424102283710125845?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/XkdCl1KAvAo/communication-miscommunications-and.html" title="Communication, Miscommunications and Gossips" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">I wonder if my communication and social skills had been getting worst recently. Not sure if it's because as you grow older, you get lazier, more anti-social and simply do not bother as much to seek for social acceptance. Hmm, this is really no good... Three examples:

1. Catch up with sis and asked about their trip after the family was back from a vacation. Our chitchat overheard by nephew was 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ne19ABo5H3PUJ9hvyLWHWuNPV6I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ne19ABo5H3PUJ9hvyLWHWuNPV6I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/XkdCl1KAvAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/communication-miscommunications-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFR3o_fSp7ImA9WhRWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-878562981021197089</id><published>2012-01-04T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:53:36.445+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T23:53:36.445+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><title>Character is Destiny</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/878562981021197089?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/878562981021197089?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/sa7raTRpnd8/character-is-destiny.html" title="Character is Destiny" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui3poi7PkY8/TwRk9aLEssI/AAAAAAAAAqo/yQnAkP7EGp4/s72-c/IMG_1988.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">All i wanna say is, Character is Destiny...
and i wish you happiness.

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Anyway, one of my goals for 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4fN8XCueX5OGXedGknDNLXWUQXA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4fN8XCueX5OGXedGknDNLXWUQXA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/ILrcnQATS30" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-year-in-timor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QARHc9fip7ImA9WhRWFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-2348189767023302214</id><published>2012-01-03T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:35:45.966+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T02:35:45.966+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Past" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Making sense of the world" /><title>One Day</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/2348189767023302214?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/2348189767023302214?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/iQxrknxFuYk/one-day.html" title="One Day" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apRhb4dIB_4/TwH0bTDS9rI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tNSY4VAcJDE/s72-c/one+day.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">One Day. I picked up this book while at the bookstore the other day and ended up reading the whole book at the store, and buying the book as a Christmas gift for a friend because it was really good.

The story was at times funny, at times sad, at times warm and often time, i felt a sense of nostalgia.. I guess for me personally, i was drawn to the story because it seemed to be like speaking to me
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2-qiDeTmZ909H-ADDuNGKcCf0Ms/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2-qiDeTmZ909H-ADDuNGKcCf0Ms/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/iQxrknxFuYk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDSH4-eCp7ImA9WhRXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-8891819581857910118</id><published>2011-12-20T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T03:22:59.050+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T03:22:59.050+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bits and Pieces" /><title>Little things :)</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8891819581857910118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8891819581857910118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/d3QUBZOsU5A/little-things.html" title="Little things :)" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">While at work this afternoon, nephew called to tell me that he had excavated the complete T-Rex skeleton from the archaeological kit i got for him. :) It was a quick phone chat but it brought a sunshiny break to a quiet day at work. :)
 It was raining when i left office earlier and i kindda like that feeling. The air was chill, the night was quiet and you can hear the rain softly falling onto the
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1rzrRYuBBXNArGwY18Hg5a74dws/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1rzrRYuBBXNArGwY18Hg5a74dws/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/d3QUBZOsU5A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMHQn4_eSp7ImA9WhRQGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-244057491509326044</id><published>2011-12-15T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T02:30:33.041+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T02:30:33.041+08:00</app:edited><title>Music's in the Air. :)</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/244057491509326044?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/244057491509326044?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/ELX4L9xpV20/musics-in-air.html" title="Music's in the Air. :)" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yqpzb4heKbM/TujrL73n-oI/AAAAAAAAAps/uKg_IG16ssU/s72-c/IMG_1890.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PM2V7s34B6YhVpW8mR1iXNiAdTA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PM2V7s34B6YhVpW8mR1iXNiAdTA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/tNvHmG9lNf0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ADR346eCp7ImA9WhRRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-6088805245812428868</id><published>2011-12-02T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:56:16.010+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T02:56:16.010+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feelings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Love You Like A Love Song</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6088805245812428868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6088805245812428868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/TEuhGpHRTQ4/love-you-like-love-song.html" title="Love You Like A Love Song" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/EgT_us6AsDg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">While catching up over the previous weekend, KY told me that every time she heard of this song by Selena Gomez, she would think of me. Hee.. it's nice to know when people thinks of you. :) She said that she didn't know why but somehow the song always reminded her of me. And today, i dunno why but this song kept playing in my head as i was driving home earlier. 






And as we chatted away that 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1XiG6xeJSVnGXOn2ODFzdJKYqUU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1XiG6xeJSVnGXOn2ODFzdJKYqUU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/TEuhGpHRTQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-you-like-love-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcESHs5eip7ImA9WhdbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-7928465974403880855</id><published>2011-10-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:00:09.522+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-16T21:00:09.522+08:00</app:edited><title>Walk Away</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/7928465974403880855?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/7928465974403880855?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/78IFc7bQ9sc/walk-away_16.html" title="Walk Away" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">I should just disengage and walk away. Shouldn't be bitchy and grumpy myself. I think i have much to improve myself as a zen student.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WU8_k5un6ofSu2JSxYsASFmDolU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WU8_k5un6ofSu2JSxYsASFmDolU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/78IFc7bQ9sc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/10/walk-away_16.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UDRnkzeip7ImA9WhdUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-6411302361669021830</id><published>2011-09-30T07:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T08:07:57.782+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T08:07:57.782+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><title>Fair Weather Friend(s)</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6411302361669021830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6411302361669021830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/9b2tq-d63g4/fair-weather-friends.html" title="Fair Weather Friend(s)" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">I've been thinking why i have been feeling bothered by the fact that a girlfriend had not celebrated my birthday with me. I mean i have friends who also only just text me birthday wishes during my birthday and i was already very happy to just receive the text messages.

Yet, why do i feel weird/disappointed (i am not sure what's the right emotion...disappointed? hurt? pissed?) when this 
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      A conversation with Wolverine on the status of my single hood..  


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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nVjnV_aVCzPwkTYvx7Gm0rx0PFU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nVjnV_aVCzPwkTYvx7Gm0rx0PFU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/U80cVC1eoq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversation-with-wolverine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ERXY6eCp7ImA9WhZbE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-398051895189779147</id><published>2011-06-17T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:55:04.810+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-17T21:55:04.810+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><title>A Nice Catch Up</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/398051895189779147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/398051895189779147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/EoBWNv929VA/nice-catch-up.html" title="A Nice Catch Up" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">A was in town and initiated for a catch up. We finally fixed on a date cos GY had a really tight schedule and so i postponed the date i made with a friend since it's not everyday that A's in town and rarer still that he initiated to catch up. So we had a gathering, just the three of us. And i was glad we made the effort to meet. For the evening turned out to be fun, and we chatted and joked and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bh9YTIu6eM7o2x4FQAPZm8m_AP8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bh9YTIu6eM7o2x4FQAPZm8m_AP8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/EoBWNv929VA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/06/nice-catch-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCQns_fyp7ImA9WhZVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-1948644235907208932</id><published>2011-05-29T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T05:32:43.547+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-29T05:32:43.547+08:00</app:edited><title>Just a feeling that comes over me.</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1948644235907208932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1948644235907208932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/KaW_FozWY9s/just-feeling-that-comes-over-me.html" title="Just a feeling that comes over me." /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">睡 不 着 ,但 心 里 确 是暖 暖 的 。  :D
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yGiReN2V9uOUheUKSM6iDKufFQg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yGiReN2V9uOUheUKSM6iDKufFQg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/KaW_FozWY9s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-feeling-that-comes-over-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MQHg6fSp7ImA9WhZVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-9047175983086198888</id><published>2011-05-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:29:41.615+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T18:29:41.615+08:00</app:edited><title>A Sweet Scene</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/9047175983086198888?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/9047175983086198888?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/zFn7V4N7kJY/sweet-scene.html" title="A Sweet Scene" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTsi4jENj4s/TduIWfGcQoI/AAAAAAAAApM/VAEL69ithQA/s72-c/CIMG1170+%25282%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">While waiting for the traffic light to turn green earlier this evening, i witness a scene that puts a smile to me. :) I saw this young man pulling his female partner to stop just when they were about to cross the road. Apparently, the lady's shoe lace had came off for the young man squatted down and started tying her shoe lace for her. Such a sweet gesture...it just warms your heart looking at 
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The walking sticksThe track shoesThe power socksThe energy snacksThe dry fit topThe back packThey quietly slip inIt just strike on meThe little things
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y6gPHc-wBaeRSgAiShX5gUwbMcs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y6gPHc-wBaeRSgAiShX5gUwbMcs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/YblbyFAs-Uk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NQXw_fCp7ImA9WhZVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-4864461593895873516</id><published>2011-05-23T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T03:36:30.244+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-23T03:36:30.244+08:00</app:edited><title>Listen to Your Heart -  Thomas L. Friedman</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/4864461593895873516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/4864461593895873516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/rDMfGLpj-rY/listen-to-your-heart-thomas-l-friedman.html" title="Listen to Your Heart -  Thomas L. Friedman" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">While chatting with a friend over the weekend, we spoke about how fortunate one of his friends is, to have a job he loves, and how important it is, that we have jobs that challenge and expose us to new learning experiences. We were fresh grads once before, and i remember my friend as one of the most passionate, smart and purposeful person i ever knew. But life demands and reality sets in and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TQE_zsIDNMbKkd_A8TIMoGaX4oQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TQE_zsIDNMbKkd_A8TIMoGaX4oQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/rDMfGLpj-rY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/05/listen-to-your-heart-thomas-l-friedman.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HQ3k7cCp7ImA9WhZVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-3382848426993384854</id><published>2011-05-23T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T02:28:52.708+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-23T02:28:52.708+08:00</app:edited><title>Facebook</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/3382848426993384854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/3382848426993384854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/e-C0iHWR8SU/facebook.html" title="Facebook" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--7aBj8ZL7ug/TdlVYoZMVVI/AAAAAAAAApE/uKnplh9mjmM/s72-c/M175%257EGood-Friends-Are-Like-Stars-Posters.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">While catching up over dinner yesterday, good friend asked me why i won't add him in my facebook. I told him i don't know why. It was not necessary at first and it doesn't seem necessary now either. If we are meant to be friends, facebook or not, we will remain as friends.



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Why do people issue disclaimer on things they do?
What if you are the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XkaOkg5NoNddz5DUDZ5hAACiK_4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XkaOkg5NoNddz5DUDZ5hAACiK_4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/Q4_ayPkoL6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/05/disclaimer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCRX0yeyp7ImA9WhZWGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-1234194892813324578</id><published>2011-05-20T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:56:04.393+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-20T00:56:04.393+08:00</app:edited><title>Beautiful Moonlight Tonight</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1234194892813324578?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1234194892813324578?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/rTI4lbYYTRo/beautiful-moonlight-tonight.html" title="Beautiful Moonlight Tonight" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7keora5pQU/TdVI9kdP1dI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_DsUURWY348/s72-c/IMG_0380.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">There's a beautiful full moon tonight. Couldn't help but to take a snapshot of the lovely moon on three occasions tonight. :)

The brightly lit moon overhanging the beautiful skyline at the esplanade. 

While waiting for the traffic light to go green, i noticed it shinning brightly above. Ah.. it has been following me. :)

I saw it again when i reached home...just right above where a teenage 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l56Nig2vFeuW9Mo3O0bPGtUVGHA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l56Nig2vFeuW9Mo3O0bPGtUVGHA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~4/rTI4lbYYTRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-moonlight-tonight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcERnc6fCp7ImA9WhZWGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-7423227965243457247</id><published>2011-05-20T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:20:07.914+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-20T00:20:07.914+08:00</app:edited><title>孫燕姿 《當冬夜漸暖》</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/7423227965243457247?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/7423227965243457247?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PLLu/~3/BPkn7_2Ppbs/radio-was-playing-this-song-while.html" title="孫燕姿 《當冬夜漸暖》" /><author><name>Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZcTAnpMgBxE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">The radio was playing this song while driving to work this morning and it just touches me. It's like the singer was singing to me, it's like the singer was singing my song.




《當冬夜漸暖》

詞: 藤井樹，曲:饒善強

很多事情 不是誰說了就算
即使傷心 結果還是自己擔
多少次失望表示著多少次期盼
事實證明 幸福很難

我們之間 不是誰說了就算
拉扯的愛 徒增結局的難堪
一百次相愛只要有一次的絢爛
下一次 會更勇敢

當冬夜漸暖 當大海也不再那麼藍
當月色的純白變得陰暗
那只是代表快樂不再那麼簡單

當冬夜漸暖 當夏夜的樹上不再有蟬
當回憶老去的痕跡斑斑
那只是因為悲傷從來 都不會有答案

當冬夜漸暖 
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It feels good even when you are not at all keen. :)

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