<?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: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-5982749856909705995</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:37:45.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Says Jean</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosaysjean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982749856909705995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosaysjean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>So Says Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755735105093087809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQxDANVWZXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Pxzf9aVctAo/S220/IMG_1879.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982749856909705995.post-6647994238466527584</id><published>2008-10-31T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:38:51.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes - The ending of a chapter</title><content type='html'>Heard a song that goes ... "Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart, is the only way to destiny'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a month of goodbyes. A buddy of mine have left the company and soon another will be leaving as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did a reflection of my life. Many people have come and go, but there are only fews that have left an impression in my heart. Thank God that during the times in my current company, I met some of my best buddies - weird as it may be. But I am truly amazed that how God can bring us together though we are so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQvaeNrUAqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wgYJUXXamAg/s1600-h/DSC01829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263540802114814626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQvaeNrUAqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wgYJUXXamAg/s200/DSC01829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen is a very demure person. Soft spoken and always seems to understand every point that you are coming from, I am the total opposite. Perhaps thats why we are the bested bud =) When Karen left the company, we make it a point to always contact each other - which we did. And so the friendship continues and flourished. Its a blessed blessed blessed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQvc0QYAeXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/t8KrqCJIWic/s1600-h/Photo0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263543379819526514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQvc0QYAeXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/t8KrqCJIWic/s200/Photo0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my dearie sweetie Rianti. Never really knew her when she first came and the friendship was built around 6 months ago when most of our buddies has left. Despite her status and education &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQvb2be5vTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/1j4vjZ32SX0/s1600-h/Rianti+and+Jean+%40+DXO.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;level, she is someone that never flaunt what she has and is truly a sweet nature person with strengths shown even when she appears to be soft on the outside. I like her. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263539399313242210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQvZMj1WuGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/S67I2OXDR28/s200/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then, is my lovely trongie. A friend from vietnam whom I think is really remarkable with the things that he does and beliefs he has for himself. A man with great aspirations and potential -Its great knowing him! By the way, he is the brilliant photographer for my ROM in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course there are others whom I consider great knowing them too. It had been a wonderful one and a half year. The people and mentors that Ive me&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQvYKslH7VI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TB5DMdDJsGw/s1600-h/Cheers+to+good+health.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t taught me a lot of things and explore me to new grounds which I've never been before. But as the song goes, somtimes goodbye can be the only way to destiny . And so, though its a sad thing to see them go, but yet I have this positive feelings that they will do well in life. Soon, it will be my turn, how will life turn out to be? 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MARRIAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah, just had my ROM on the 21 July 2008. It was a day I officially got attached or 'pak tor' with Yongwei for 3 years. 3 years of tears, joy, anguish and breakthroughs. God is really good to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There's a slight drizzle on that day. Was kinda late and traffic was the blame. Beats me. Ive no idea why will there be jams on a lovely Monday afternoon. The drizzles are not that bad after all. It makes the trees puts on a lushly coat of green and dew and hence better pics. Everything was pretty or perhaps its was  just my mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ha ha... makeup was kinda thick and  it does makes me look a lil' mature but! its very tastefully done. My photographer did a great job in capturing and captioning my shots, I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hm. The planning of the ROM makes me realise a few new things in life. First, never assume that you had it all planned out, you never know what can pops up on that day to ruin your plan(Have contingency plans) Second - Appreciation... Though the reality of work hits me hard the next day, I am blessed for the people that are placed in my life and have helped me throughout.  Third - I am a happy woman! Despite there are still many dreams Ive yet to achieved in life, I am learning to thank God for the every little thing that I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Contentment can be so easy. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5982749856909705995-4371768040529458101?l=sosaysjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosaysjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4371768040529458101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5982749856909705995&amp;postID=4371768040529458101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982749856909705995/posts/default/4371768040529458101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982749856909705995/posts/default/4371768040529458101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosaysjean.blogspot.com/2008/07/saying-i-do.html' title='Saying &quot;I DO&quot;'/><author><name>So Says Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755735105093087809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SQxDANVWZXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Pxzf9aVctAo/S220/IMG_1879.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxXFBQAtB00/SI3MFDlt30I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bKIL1yleYA/s72-c/Jeans_ROM_Super6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
