<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676</id><updated>2024-08-29T06:25:47.532+08:00</updated><category term="Bits and Pieces"/><category term="Feelings"/><category term="Reflections and Random Thoughts"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="Love Past"/><category term="Making sense of the world"/><category term="Working in Europe"/><category term="get through life"/><category term="volunteering"/><category term="Poems"/><category term="love"/><category term="sabbatical"/><category term="Mongolia"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="painting"/><category term="running"/><category term="work"/><category term="Buddhism"/><category term="Cyclone Nargis Myanmar"/><category term="French song"/><category term="LOHAS"/><category term="Lesson for every salaried employee"/><category term="Miss Singapore World 2009"/><category term="bed bugs"/><category term="bertrand russell"/><category term="cambodia"/><category term="charity"/><category term="cheating"/><category term="f1 night race"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="frozen yogurt."/><category term="life"/><category term="photography"/><category term="resolution success"/><category term="single"/><category term="springcleaning"/><category term="the black swan"/><category term="timor leste"/><category term="travel"/><category term="world hunger"/><title type='text'>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='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.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'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-8855110679019557693</id><published>2012-12-01T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-12-01T23:39:49.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Random Tots.</title><summary type="text">Sadness is when you feel 委屈 but can&#39;t tell anyone. 

When you have to explain yourself to your friend, maybe you are not such close friends.. 

True friend knows the soul behind the person and trust in your character while acquaintances judge you by what they see on the surface. 

The cheapest things on earth are words. 

Sigh, why am I feel sad sad sad? 




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8855110679019557693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8855110679019557693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/12/bedtime-random-tots.html' title='Bedtime Random Tots.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-1465374440581884762</id><published>2012-11-19T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-11-19T02:20:23.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Toothache</title><summary type="text">Lying on my bed doing my pre-sleeping reflection (hee, the meditation for lazy people),&amp;nbsp; the wise words of Venerable Thich Nhat Hanh came to my mind.

&quot;When we have a toothache, we know that not having a toothache is a wonderful thing. When we do not have a toothache, we do not appreciate our non toothache.&quot;

This is a tendency many of us are guilty of isn&#39;t it? Me too sometimes. :p.&amp;nbsp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1465374440581884762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1465374440581884762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/11/non-toothache.html' title='Non Toothache'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-894271825694849192</id><published>2012-10-20T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-20T09:48:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrity </title><summary type="text">&quot;Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is watching.&quot;

Friend says i&#39;m being naive. She said 95% of people don&#39;t have integrity and 100% of guys cheat. Hmm.. That&#39;s a little extreme. I mean, i do know of people who exhibit such characteristics which i really admire. But she said i&#39;ll never know..that it could be just appearance..:(. I guess i am lucky i really do know of good guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/894271825694849192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/894271825694849192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/10/integrity.html' title='Integrity '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oPRIEXLdw7W6tVrqosoCkT0Dzo7PVxI99z7iTXUfJKOrEE6lq9onhIr5PPKmU4Ed7rC1hK6IhJifQOwCQOCv4rj9vAlODXWXve7s11O6V2AnaB-ooMbEOziIqTETT2e691WZ4X0NPfHf/s72-c/flower.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-631051793278595772</id><published>2012-10-12T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-12T00:23:32.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My (unorthodox) Car Meditation</title><summary type="text">

I like driving home on a night like this.. the night is quiet, the air is chill and the road is a nice smooth drive. My soul is at peace. Bliss... :)
&amp;nbsp; 
I like driving home on a night like this. It feels relaxed, like my soul is at it&#39;s natural state. Quiet. No more deadline to rush, no all sorts of people to deal with, no clutters. Just be.

And then in this natural state, i find that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/631051793278595772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/631051793278595772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/10/my-unorthodox-car-meditation.html' title='My (unorthodox) Car Meditation'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-49458527200246194</id><published>2012-09-02T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-09-02T12:00:51.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Cool</title><summary type="text">Hehe. Like the pic of the zen master in deep contemplation. I must also practise more self reflection. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/49458527200246194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/49458527200246194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/09/keeping-cool.html' title='Keeping Cool'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUOkCjksVOCQkVNKMQIZuMjm-Iz46VUeaZRYTnSSboX9pW6FkgIMEbi8cKcBd9LoQm-mojIg8PCYIUjsQoj3J7-_ZT5Q6l96n4E6r9hyphenhyphenftX5zhCgaZD3V79FRL8GiC-AsJW9Cd990VM6K/s72-c/blogger-image--909899249.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-5945680060515477542</id><published>2012-09-02T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-09-02T11:51:53.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping out of Harm&amp;#39;s Way</title><summary type="text">A nice reminder.

 &quot; when bullied and wronged by others, one should remain unruffled. If one observes the situation but does not react, then chances are that one will be unharmed.&quot;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/5945680060515477542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/5945680060515477542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/09/keeping-out-of-harm-way.html' title='Keeping out of Harm&amp;#39;s Way'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFtbk0CaIDqQKdkT1sqIJbrZUdFSEEk44c0sp3y4Uw2tb9yaEwZKv5zM1RhUtLCKLrhkkqcdiopeyPLWhlagSu6qzKEfWF7QgihZ8CmiWOdRF3-9XDgWjpKrrVyvVK3GDuZvL_uCLqVBY/s72-c/blogger-image--1404515073.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-8872896688189359698</id><published>2012-06-16T05:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-16T05:46:36.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><summary type="text">Happy. :) 
Things in perspective. Enlightenment. Sense of worth, Friendship. Affection. Respect. Valuing. Self esteem. Admiration. Chivalry. Energy. Laughters. Relaxed. Ideas. Conversations. 

Friendship. 




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8872896688189359698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8872896688189359698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/06/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OHoQmLfspyWGdZhyphenhyphenv5_pqCVIq99bddyJANlDwnuta-XPcEjxndWxvHke4ohTfmv6uEhVUTaHE9Thwfzbz_7uyb5PUBvx5m8UFJbIbnoTU8HiIAfbxCEQjJLkSefJxKqMmrDLm9HgyygB/s72-c/blogger-image-1618568248.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-6709249660560308177</id><published>2012-06-15T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T02:16:23.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for a reason.</title><summary type="text">Friend text me that she missed her ex so much it really hurts. So i shared with her this quote which she said is really good and she tagged me and posted it on her facebook. :) Hmm.. it&#39;s a quote to remind myself too..



&quot;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so 
that  you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate 
them  when they&#39;re right, you believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6709249660560308177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6709249660560308177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/06/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything happens for a reason.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-8292946129541727580</id><published>2012-06-11T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T21:41:56.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Righting a Wrong</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m happy with myself today. :)

&amp;nbsp;Blur me unknowingly did something which i realized was a mistake only much later. I could just ignore and pretend that nothing was wrong and save myself all the troubles to address it. And the other party would probably not protest nor say anything. Yet, it would have made the person feel 委屈and shortchanged...and probably disappointed.

Actually, it would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8292946129541727580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8292946129541727580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/06/righting-wrong.html' title='Righting a Wrong'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-629770169448794462</id><published>2012-05-29T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T12:10:57.877+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><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 type='text'>Irony again... and more thoughts. :)</title><summary type="text">Some old memories came visit yesterday after some chats with my old friends from uni. Missed those good old days and felt a tinge of irony..

Irony is when you were the first couple in the group while the others were still trying to search for their love and yet today, both of you are still single, while the rest have all settled down..

Irony is when you don&#39;t meet nor stay in touch from the one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/629770169448794462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/629770169448794462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/05/irony-again-and-more-thoughts.html' title='Irony again... and more thoughts. :)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplr057aoSYIr4oHuHIwoMWyjKu7oWZBw2BwoxT6IqlRu3lO9Y8Zpm5jrEbuepQZgctxGIodR1tEDOH6Ee22PmD_ruyu_EYkb4uDgrEj2uITXtQoZYXH-7p3Se6qbd-GeUYAo0YgPsEa72/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-6895310278924820213</id><published>2012-05-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T13:40:55.507+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Making sense of the world"/><title type='text'>Irony</title><summary type="text">
Friend: It&#39;s an irony isn&#39;t it Jeany.. I was so brimming with happiness when i told you about my new love in dec. Now i&#39;m in such a mess..&amp;nbsp;

Me: hmmm... but then, you won&#39;t have known in advance that it would turn out like that..&amp;nbsp;


And i thought to myself of my own situation... yeah.. me too.. i didn&#39;t thought it would turn out like that.. Just wanna be happy and it made me feel worst</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6895310278924820213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6895310278924820213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/05/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgL1RJqpxJJ4Gf5e8L6YX265aeMMT9ydJuRNM7LeqdHLvLSENWPG6OKUOpgoBHpnGGa3ZhEMXVsn7LrAmbhaPtrtJPLhfsAWcYZsQjWmXh5fFEMzhqxWmZJrt9eMRIzNqePkzTzYk_9Pud/s72-c/IMG_3151.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><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><title type='text'>聲聲慢</title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1030604487359744849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1030604487359744849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='聲聲慢'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/nHkIX_YJE_s/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections and Random Thoughts"/><title type='text'>On Facebook, Friends and Staying Connected</title><summary type="text">Had a really nice catch up with a girlfriend last night. :)&amp;nbsp; 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&#39;s some updates on pictures and statuses on her fb and we did chatted online. But nothing beats meeting face to face, the focused </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1723297065200280397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/1723297065200280397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-facebook-friends-and-staying.html' title='On Facebook, Friends and Staying Connected'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxm5yF9XBEKY96l4P7kx04ofdnTcSEydiP67dI8vdH-yy_ogdjzAbdwYuwMbuJVtNZIUvlY2vAALcfGG3pUXDBQwB7bpIEZbXTpzxpOxzxh8EW-e9Vy5kye0asJ9Tvbp6zMs9OmWuCkY0H/s72-c/fb2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bits and Pieces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections and Random Thoughts"/><title type='text'>Communication, Miscommunications and Gossips</title><summary type="text">I wonder if my communication and social skills had been getting worst recently. Not sure if it&#39;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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6424102283710125845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6424102283710125845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/communication-miscommunications-and.html' title='Communication, Miscommunications and Gossips'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><title type='text'>Character is Destiny</title><summary type="text">All i wanna say is, Character is Destiny...
and i wish you happiness.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/878562981021197089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/878562981021197089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/character-is-destiny.html' title='Character is Destiny'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNeG5dimlueLJy11trmh2ckuc28SP970kzkI3On3QhQGBcTR-Q947l9cetjxwDT6DsoyAr_CkK-fbbkQ7u8vimhpr8bmBHxYxIU3vxr62hDi6q5ERNLb4OaKl8C2wgJlp2x6rvhYMuD33Q/s72-c/IMG_1988.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-2977843681472147873</id><published>2012-01-04T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:57:45.386+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timor leste"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="volunteering"/><title type='text'>One Year in Timor</title><summary type="text">Went to check out a photography exhibition, One Year in Timor, at The Art House earlier today. The photographs were the work of a photographer who spent a year volunteering in Timor Leste (aka East Timor). There wasn&#39;t a lot of photographs on exhibit but the photographs were rather nice, and so i still ended up being late for a dinner appointment with a friend. :p

Anyway, one of my goals for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/2977843681472147873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/2977843681472147873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-year-in-timor.html' title='One Year in Timor'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEMyaa3UwO3JjnjdUWGqId-ShqeBsXJchvhVOm2rkGOLLYiNDSxTyX3hJ94KeTbMSEeElJueUEZeUHzt83UYwUiW8RkdAxSCd-i6vajviHhvpAQd5P2hx3MGgY085pP3uDjy6ZAjyCFNV/s72-c/IMG_2029.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><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><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 type='text'>One Day</title><summary type="text">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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/2348189767023302214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/2348189767023302214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-6oZqfi_76lBoGw799DlYLRlFYzu2fFanOnk19OabImtpiiJG3gdW5TyBHGfUNDnkT-RJgSDm_N9Vi_zac30QgMkafi4hvEEYC_WhekAtRIbuFKJt80NBK4Dvy9-JxRwj6OMDPfzZ_mb/s72-c/one+day.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bits and Pieces"/><title type='text'>Little things :)</title><summary type="text">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. :)
&amp;nbsp;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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8891819581857910118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/8891819581857910118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-things.html' title='Little things :)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><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><title type='text'>Music&#39;s in the Air. :)</title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/244057491509326044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/244057491509326044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/musics-in-air.html' title='Music&#39;s in the Air. :)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRoB6npGhuiMzGvuxV6YKb4gLWtlLo1NWv45-OrTeYyyZh8QLhjqHfhdhLgMTiyrfXUmT1kFfulV_EkG14pf791c6LjEEDdrWXANgnLIYS8yU_CEl-UmYR9oxQK_IfwsFi_w99fBcJTLV/s72-c/IMG_1890.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-6267860129780290952</id><published>2011-12-15T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:04:50.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry..</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;
 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6267860129780290952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6267860129780290952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry..'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQyyaqEkumUmp02VhjTQY9Z1f3qo2WwhqLe1fI5srmIhp2qh_bIY3XpL4fcSNkgEU2uujNTZZMuv930ZBpMIP6nQTHrZYrqWc8Lw2fSLRlhFQ93ZatSOTZ6ggV8Wkk7YCaJhku6mCyk35u/s72-c/IMG_1901.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Love You Like A Love Song</title><summary type="text">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&#39;s nice to know when people thinks of you. :) She said that she didn&#39;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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6088805245812428868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6088805245812428868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-you-like-love-song.html' title='Love You Like A Love Song'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/EgT_us6AsDg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><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><title type='text'>Walk Away</title><summary type="text">I should just disengage and walk away. Shouldn&#39;t be bitchy and grumpy myself. I think i have much to improve myself as a zen student.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/7928465974403880855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/7928465974403880855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/10/walk-away_16.html' title='Walk Away'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><title type='text'>Fair Weather Friend(s)</title><summary type="text">I&#39;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&#39;s the right emotion...disappointed? hurt? pissed?) when this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6411302361669021830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/6411302361669021830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/09/fair-weather-friends.html' title='Fair Weather Friend(s)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736327072792441676.post-3875459383394997319</id><published>2011-09-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:45:03.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation with Wolverine.</title><summary type="text">





&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A conversation with Wolverine on the status of my single hood..&amp;nbsp; 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/3875459383394997319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/3875459383394997319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversation-with-wolverine.html' title='A Conversation with Wolverine.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicF3dxn5woX_UKJq-OFET8Id_1LFvuWBfS0eAJIe1GD0bOTr5n2Uh05BngIAARRRxdgTMh_F9Qtq-GhRthElL47TQ6YJTEbC_31p5auA5XgA1fccAq66EBscoNZyQ8gH43j-Sn-w38CCTL/s72-c/conversation.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><title type='text'>A Nice Catch Up</title><summary type="text">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&#39;s not everyday that A&#39;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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/398051895189779147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736327072792441676/posts/default/398051895189779147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesjean.blogspot.com/2011/06/nice-catch-up.html' title='A Nice Catch Up'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>