tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57566497274534800752024-03-14T17:09:09.085+08:00MISSJENNYTEE!Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-47105879769634673622012-03-30T11:44:00.000+08:002012-03-30T11:45:09.549+08:00So what?Some people just dont know when to shut up and when to speak out. Ruined my mood.Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-73441804218988827012012-03-26T22:15:00.002+08:002012-03-26T22:18:51.390+08:00A weekend at Nilai<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Boyfriend, Inti Stingray, Ultimate frisbee, Running Man show, Pool, Arabian food and a hidden surprise from him conclude it all!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitis_RArJvQ9LSaOO1KwST46IrvhKTcSGu1i7sYzycfsUOraDtoFgbEzbij5qYPRbydayjTUY0Y0Br7g4iOnC7DqLzg74K30xEDpjKKUYVJjTEfu017c-fqWBf4lktwWoBmq_bF3tXgxw/s400/IMAG0421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724209508147012706" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><3</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-48059855345817914272011-12-04T22:44:00.002+08:002011-12-04T22:47:44.045+08:00E<div>2 more days to our 1st anniversary.</div><div>I dont know how we make it this far, i just hope that we will grow stronger and be a better partner for each other.</div><div>If and only if i can interpret my feeling into song and sing it to you.</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-71066772169172544322011-11-22T15:27:00.004+08:002011-11-22T16:12:38.702+08:00About the fun im addicted to...Entertainment! is my way of escaping.<div>Coffee, movie, sports and more movies...</div><div>This is bad, Im overdoing them, Im addicted to them. </div><div>Im getting to dislike my studio assignments, they are no fun and Im stucked. </div><div>How can this be happening? I hate myself for being like this.</div><div>Oh please, can someone wake me up from this dream?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukb12xe7yyw1HM_Vg3u5j1FjXx2j7zr6kQRhW6ARfl0tg8F9cwssFDqs6www2iRIK2f5AvbUkbBmKUBb-pk6Rx5u5uPvlgfC27kkpvyNs40AKqapOKvOynXpOywgtQHr9hsCKgjX4Jr8/s400/IMG_1550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677729976457303122" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">SIGH!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Listening to Love Will Take You.</span></div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-57886081134731249482011-11-11T14:54:00.003+08:002011-11-11T15:04:36.380+08:00It's Friday!<div style="text-align: center;">It's friday and i dont feel enthusiastic about it. Im isolating myself in the room, to make me feel better and comfortable. Suddenly i have the craving for Starbucks Christmas's beverages! I cant wait to have THE Toffee Nut Frap and also try out the Cranberry white chocolate mocha frap. I need them to kill my blue! How i wish someone would just drive me to the shop and get it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWH-mumJ_ggpQILsPL3SdVdS5NwHiGhNGXXXRLShPriqCVKe-DnLIfwD4oIfpty0kH5QJQ7-DT1BTjhoNYF9Zxy5Tg6_lw8_T7z9KOTJP5_hi_rt2iX5p_ymvOuZHnJ0cUGd-xvK6O5I/s1600/a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWH-mumJ_ggpQILsPL3SdVdS5NwHiGhNGXXXRLShPriqCVKe-DnLIfwD4oIfpty0kH5QJQ7-DT1BTjhoNYF9Zxy5Tg6_lw8_T7z9KOTJP5_hi_rt2iX5p_ymvOuZHnJ0cUGd-xvK6O5I/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673628631308191314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">The I-have-been-waiting-for-ages Starbucks card is finally launched in Malaysia. Hopefully they will have awesome design of cards coming up soon!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWt8e_wzgPwhzXVFDSj6Q-8Eb6oQJ3245Wja_GLB0eceblQeCI86tAp-BCdJHLzKj4tyKEdJuDQLL9Wv7ERJrqzj8hIa5cOvTe_zsfjc3cQcoOgRK3UzSyE4PnIpO3h-VM5C1gtQW379w/s1600/313275_10150920032060333_296802010332_21607382_1436357637_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWt8e_wzgPwhzXVFDSj6Q-8Eb6oQJ3245Wja_GLB0eceblQeCI86tAp-BCdJHLzKj4tyKEdJuDQLL9Wv7ERJrqzj8hIa5cOvTe_zsfjc3cQcoOgRK3UzSyE4PnIpO3h-VM5C1gtQW379w/s400/313275_10150920032060333_296802010332_21607382_1436357637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673628635073874834" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-8137656004342387622011-10-27T20:48:00.005+08:002011-10-27T20:59:53.099+08:00Nothing but self hatredI've read from somewhere saying that University is the turning point of your life. Is my life going to turn bad at this point? Should i check within myself before i throw the blames at other people? Stupid me.<div><br /></div><div>The things which can makes me feel better is making me feeling worse. Window shopping, seeing nice stuff, buying things, going out, spending money on transportation, money is getting lesser, less shopping, less going out, less happiness. Perhaps i should find a new recreation activity, a new hobby, a hobby which require no spending, a hobby which is beneficial for physical and mental health. I know im thinking this way because i have been sitting in the room for hours, raining makes me even gloomy. Favourite sport isnt helping me much because of the people. I dont know what to do?</div><div><br /></div><div>Should i just pray and hope for things to get better?</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-3084420242705438722011-10-27T20:33:00.001+08:002011-10-27T20:39:51.833+08:00I dont know<div>Am i so easy to be forgotten?</div><div>Am i so easy to slip out from your mind?</div><div>Am i so unimpressivable?</div><div>Am i so little to be notice?</div><div><br /></div><div>Am i just a passerby?</div><div>Am i just a nobody?</div><div>Am i just being too picky at who to mix with?</div><div>Am i just too independent?</div><div><br /></div><div>Am i not trying hard to show myself?</div><div>Am i not trying hard to approach people?</div><div>Am i not trying hard to talk?</div><div>Am i not trying hard to be who i am?</div><div><br /></div><div>Im seriously doubting my existence in this place...</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-6228250646083221192011-10-27T00:53:00.002+08:002011-10-27T01:16:25.375+08:00The adventurous trip!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCGHd4Pmcm8HIFBu0C4RYq7m2CJJciYuAY-s5CcoczzW-PwtYjWip1Whk5Q7ddUp0f3V9joTSrbU83uFCp9flBrWi1oYLOhyphenhyphenI4blB5mSXso_9L4K6SUSOC0qP5v0DerYX_sc5gmozgewk/s1600/RANDOM1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCGHd4Pmcm8HIFBu0C4RYq7m2CJJciYuAY-s5CcoczzW-PwtYjWip1Whk5Q7ddUp0f3V9joTSrbU83uFCp9flBrWi1oYLOhyphenhyphenI4blB5mSXso_9L4K6SUSOC0qP5v0DerYX_sc5gmozgewk/s400/RANDOM1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667849137295902162" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Livingroom cafe! Almost lost in the way to the place. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, there is certain place where GPS shows zero result. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, photography angle makes a thing looks better than it is.</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-59267465898473409772011-10-24T00:36:00.002+08:002011-10-24T00:38:27.055+08:00The new look!oh well, was trying out the new template and found out this one is nice, hence give it a try. still having problem trying to set the title photo into center. anyway, just a quick update to relight my blog! <div><br /></div><div>tadaaaa!</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-56165712985534782662011-07-10T15:25:00.003+08:002011-07-10T15:37:37.382+08:00Say...I can run to anywhere, but there will be no place for me to hide.<div>Because in the end of the day, You found me.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hvzSG9VCbkVZXcozWm9hEfqVUVNl4GgPkp9p1t86sP4aUo41LqyjJfXbird1b-lgPB9g87i_eFEmFKd2kCUMSixXOY8Ejk22BUXSvDHY8hRZtH_VhWCJfZvGzbrsigg3gqQNxVFB0Uo/s320/chimp.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627624244846057394" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>OK! My thing, It's getting lame.</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-29442178147083542992011-07-10T14:34:00.007+08:002011-07-10T15:08:12.182+08:00If I wake up tomorrow, will you still be here?what is LIFE if there isn't any changes in the process? We have to keep changing to cope with present and future. Seeking for the reason to live, knowing the truth. Somehow everything has their own reason defines right or wrong, some say there is no right or wrong, because it depends on own perspective. Whatever i have learnt to live, changed abruptly. Changing is hard, but if the change is persistent, soon will become a habit. Habit leads to lifestyle. Is it true? Is it false? Nowadays it is difficult to differentiate. I have my stand to defy it. I am sorry that I did not try my best to be better.<div><br /></div><div>I want to experience what other people experience, even if it is not right. I know this sounds immature but we are just human. </div><div>Why me? Why now? </div><div>You have the answers for my questions. I know the reason I have this thought because I still couldnt let go of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Im stucked on my own will, I am a short-sighted human being who cant look further into the future. I miss the happy-in-the-wrong-way me. Why I have become panic-stress-in-the-right-way? Because I shouldnt.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0kFKTnX2JA0otT_dIaH6ea7Qx-lcUbo0oAXQt6bxOij4aYfDDyTacCC_LirI3VRzw-pju7ULG0OnDpRDCfjq7udWubMZ_fFs5lWZRxjylOaXyEI-cD8PzolBitre_AE7vkeubscnzyk/s320/zebra.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627615369978819746" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Maybe you dont understand what im saying, because this is not meant for you."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Listening to Mike Posner's Please Dont Go.</div><div>Perfect for this afternoon.</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-56438358135959285682011-06-21T23:25:00.004+08:002011-06-21T23:31:58.122+08:00Why cant I be honest?I am living in LIES.<div>I am lying all the times.<br /><div>when things get unhappy, rocky and lonely, becoming fragile.</div></div><div>Everything seems changed.</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-38786242233271529592011-06-18T01:24:00.002+08:002011-06-18T01:27:26.154+08:00Now what?!I really wish to give you all the troubles and blow it in front of you because i can.<div>But it's not the right way, and i shouldnt.</div><div>Perhaps i just write it out to make me feel better or make you worse.</div><div>The lump is boiling...</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-60273828428219191272011-06-18T01:01:00.000+08:002011-06-18T01:04:57.657+08:00What?!Maybe something should be left unsaid...Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-60388806445225820952011-06-08T11:25:00.003+08:002011-06-08T11:37:22.469+08:00Love?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "><span class="versetext" id="1co13-4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">4</span> Love is patient,<a name="1"></a> love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.<a name="2"></a> </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">5</span> It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,<a name="3"></a> it is not easily angered,<a name="4"></a> it keeps no record of wrongs.<a name="5"></a> </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">6</span> Love does not delight in evil<a name="6"></a> but rejoices with the truth.<a name="7"></a> </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">7</span> It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.<a name="8"></a> </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">8</span> Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,<a name="9"></a> they will cease; where there are tongues,<a name="10"></a> they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">9</span> For we know in part<a name="11"></a> and we prophesy in part, </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">10</span> but when perfection comes,<a name="12"></a> the imperfect disappears. </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-11" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">11</span> When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways<a name="13"></a> behind me. </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-12" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">12</span> Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;<a name="14"></a> then we shall see face to face.<a name="15"></a> Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.<a name="16"></a> </span><span class="versetext" id="1co13-13" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; ">13</span> And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.<a name="17"></a> But the greatest of these is love.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 20px; "><span class="versetext" id="1co13-13" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; line-height: 20px; "><span class="versetext" id="1co13-13" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><h1 class="Title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(157, 51, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span">1 Corinthians 13:4-13</span></h1><div><br /></div></span></span></span></div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-74906592439948580772011-04-12T21:53:00.002+08:002011-04-12T22:06:10.014+08:00The voice from my heartThere are so many things which i need to express but i couldnt post to the public. Frustration and worries are overwhelming me, i havent feel so in such a long time. Just one call from home, to make the tsunami of mix feelings to intrude the coastal of my mind. Perhaps the way im doing this thing isnt the way God allows it to be, therefore, there will be the path of burning charcoal to walk across which is the challenge to accept or the price to pay. I do not feel homesick, because the place i am now feels more like home. I cant stop shaking my head when i see how people live their life. It's not that i lead a better life than anyone else, but im really thankful and grateful to have found the right guidance to live my life. I really want to help these people, and hopefully i can. I have to be convincing enough to convince other people and clear their doubts. God, please give me strength!Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-13485480804377983672011-03-26T16:22:00.002+08:002011-03-26T16:39:45.528+08:00Picasa collage!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissHs7bCFlQveZo3wdnuPzDfI9THcyjF3MXgVC61lUKrnn5aQZcfM8ARZqyCltDUv0J7FYKu4pYkxba6_GrmVpMKvSpIHbbxo6h7cePvmqnY4zi_4TUpzOUN_otCbblzTZZUICfsh1Qtk/s1600/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%252911.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissHs7bCFlQveZo3wdnuPzDfI9THcyjF3MXgVC61lUKrnn5aQZcfM8ARZqyCltDUv0J7FYKu4pYkxba6_GrmVpMKvSpIHbbxo6h7cePvmqnY4zi_4TUpzOUN_otCbblzTZZUICfsh1Qtk/s400/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%252911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588301374119086786" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday, went to Taman Sutera and had korean food. Finally get to try the OH-SO-FAMOUS tutti fruti. It may costs a fortune if you are not becareful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyE2wyH0OVDHoocDAPKEnxJGttz__0gCcEgG6ZL8bj_aQCm2WAp25bMm9COV3d_96WCta3auD4qBubWWITtSlIxutvr6Lyr2ucrTLzGpelcG6s5h030CuDUeRlaR3l2TxwcC1XIGfYoRs/s400/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%252913.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588301363782708754" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Midnight, we had a suprise fire escape practice. Guess what? The practice seems so real compared to those during high school. Due to the fact that they actually used the smoke gas to pretend that there was fire. Fire engines, ambulances and polices were there as well, so can you imagine how 'grand' is the situation? The other block residents thought that we actually had a fire going on. In short, we learnt something new in the practice.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwZmqq44PILRYLnwxwTNGSRytd7wHk3wpA5P5v5bCluT5Yl2aQMHwY_amHYerTjhkP9jOGySwtgbs6Keqd3lTZIP87JkHjBtrOQenpP3IjJYygwfGF3Mzb1RrZMSHvagCTfpuk6RwijA/s1600/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%252912.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwZmqq44PILRYLnwxwTNGSRytd7wHk3wpA5P5v5bCluT5Yl2aQMHwY_amHYerTjhkP9jOGySwtgbs6Keqd3lTZIP87JkHjBtrOQenpP3IjJYygwfGF3Mzb1RrZMSHvagCTfpuk6RwijA/s400/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%252912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588301369471428370" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The kitty cat was posing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRwqrju-laT8Tm513r8f1FiMPCl_Yj0w4GMtBHHhvGUybqkwdHCT4Q0sgJw-vnb3TfPUKBZ4lrKbratKBfY0Ck00QbHNLSRUJ-xJFB0cfEoY2GcGgIafxzAvK6kW3l_XiFFNFfNAZD8A/s320/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%25294.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588305300962324994" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning, we woke up at 5am to line up for the registration of hostel room for the next semester. It was like, queuing up to purchase famous singer's concert's ticket. Most of them brought their laptops to watch movie to kill time. As for me, I was half sleeping. Terrible! However, we managed to get our favourite rooms! Yipee!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WMIPSvqWviLLFHRS6zWkjkXmcgawnRvnLoOc0b8uE2ECGKDGlCc0K3uuMkZJyU2yji6E41DQKuZflGgkdNzLo0rpOoKeC0iqD7Iard9PzQg-Xo-mksF6FO6UpISulWfrjH8hWfh6ncQ/s1600/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%252914.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WMIPSvqWviLLFHRS6zWkjkXmcgawnRvnLoOc0b8uE2ECGKDGlCc0K3uuMkZJyU2yji6E41DQKuZflGgkdNzLo0rpOoKeC0iqD7Iard9PzQg-Xo-mksF6FO6UpISulWfrjH8hWfh6ncQ/s1600/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%252914.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WMIPSvqWviLLFHRS6zWkjkXmcgawnRvnLoOc0b8uE2ECGKDGlCc0K3uuMkZJyU2yji6E41DQKuZflGgkdNzLo0rpOoKeC0iqD7Iard9PzQg-Xo-mksF6FO6UpISulWfrjH8hWfh6ncQ/s400/UTM+LIFE+%2528S2%252914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588301362552051042" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Something random to share. hehe!</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-74074216832415342012011-03-22T21:41:00.004+08:002011-03-22T22:21:15.933+08:00the 300th post<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight is the night, the night i reincarnate my blog. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been dead for 3 weeks! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So i was eating this dessert, this soup, this sugar liquid.. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel so pathetic and sad. Can you imagine that, this is the best dessert I could have in Johor!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOZ4cGn4VOLmb9WfF8v95dy97lGDj4N7Th0pscf7yKZVL5lN_b3Cr3eyaCFFe20fXWkqCmj9tFVxoXmAPrnIZa-lqEQAJ0CgAZUFC5GYob7iyOBf9ldpW_KG33xxYOdqmO8H2lq5n3fI/s1600/IMAG1087.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOZ4cGn4VOLmb9WfF8v95dy97lGDj4N7Th0pscf7yKZVL5lN_b3Cr3eyaCFFe20fXWkqCmj9tFVxoXmAPrnIZa-lqEQAJ0CgAZUFC5GYob7iyOBf9ldpW_KG33xxYOdqmO8H2lq5n3fI/s320/IMAG1087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586903518199483202" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like crying. Im so desperate for these desserts!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOZ4cGn4VOLmb9WfF8v95dy97lGDj4N7Th0pscf7yKZVL5lN_b3Cr3eyaCFFe20fXWkqCmj9tFVxoXmAPrnIZa-lqEQAJ0CgAZUFC5GYob7iyOBf9ldpW_KG33xxYOdqmO8H2lq5n3fI/s1600/IMAG1087.jpg"></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80LSBMtXJnaTzBmG1MsOjx8iHjPsHvbi0lwanxRZgplcCczZshc43x28e1ukanPq4k5GH-sGqCOqgvd_7Yj_h7hC0hUpc2hlVR-HixMwezremFfqYopFFGP4Kod2anISkru0osWHTlJ8/s320/Pictures1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586903525054015842" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">So yummy and delicious.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Irresistible ones!!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">In <i>Penang</i>, I can find Mat Dou Yao.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In <i>KL</i>, I can find Snowflakes. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Arent these the best yums you ever have? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Jeez, Im crying out loud for yummy desserts =(</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-47417029981375673542011-03-01T16:58:00.004+08:002011-03-01T17:19:20.273+08:00NEW<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD64gqT5izqEU_h2J2LIoo_w4Oj1qaTalu3Jhxbhc51yuvU4usMDw5xCUKKGaaD55cV6jchK0D_UBB1L28PuG2d5ycqPcCwI5_o9-fiG2CeFzlAyd9w7EJGYzgeiHy9a35DyJp9kj1BM8/s1600/IMAG0967.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD64gqT5izqEU_h2J2LIoo_w4Oj1qaTalu3Jhxbhc51yuvU4usMDw5xCUKKGaaD55cV6jchK0D_UBB1L28PuG2d5ycqPcCwI5_o9-fiG2CeFzlAyd9w7EJGYzgeiHy9a35DyJp9kj1BM8/s320/IMAG0967.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579035688210013490" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just realised that Starbucks have changed its logo, it looks uber plain. A bit disappointed but nevermind, it is the taste that matters. Well this is the first time i have a VENTI size of coffee based frap. I think i will be having some caffeine rush for the rest of my day. EEEEPS!</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-43387289482840274732011-02-22T16:28:00.007+08:002011-02-22T17:39:55.582+08:00What The HeckI got myself 3 pairs of bling ear studs last weekend.<div><br /></div><div>well that is not the point. The point is... I feel so lonely in a tuesday afternoon. I wonder where do everyone go, i mean i know the location of some of them, either in the library or their rooms. But i just not interested to drop by. These places are a wee miserable. Yeah Im typing here miserably too. I should have appreciate my free time to do my assignments. You know the time is golden, dont waste it. But the thing is... I dont want to do that at the moment, right now. I prefer to rant. Oh great. In fact I've just finished 2 episodes of Gossip Girl and read some pages of Shopaholic Takes Manhattan. You know to entertain myself and polish up my english, but I still feel Im pathetic. If and only if I have a car and a friend right now, I could easily drive to the nearest cafe to chill and talk our way out. Because public transport is not convenient at my place and the taxi fares is horrible to afford by myself. I mean to and fro, I can already buy myself a nice chilly Frap.</div><div><br /></div><div>I almost laugh myself out when I think whats the meaning of FRIEND. There are many types of friendship in the university, or I can say in the society.</div><div><br /></div><div>You met them in an event, they were being so friendly who greets you and pump you with a lot of information because it's an event, and they were promoting something. So there they were, speaking with you as thought you and them are already befriended. One day, you meet them on the street, they spare you a glance, you wonder 'do they remember me??' but both of you just pass by each other. Your heart sinks. They couldnt recognize you, they will not know you unless you walk up and RE-introduce yourself. (I bet most people do not do that, they shall let it pass. People like me. Hmm!) Oh we have met! But it would be awkward if they keep nodding and oh-ah-yes-how-are-you-good-i-will-see-you-around but what's real is that they dont remember you. You wouldnt know it, but you can feel it. YEEP!</div><div><br /></div><div>The thing is I can almost recognize all the faces which I met, except some who really do look alike others, because they cover their hair with cloth/scarf. I know that they're not suppose to expose certain parts of their body, BUT i mean in fact hair is so crucial when it comes to recognize people. Faces might look alike when they are in round, oval, square shapes. Now i have improved in recognizing people (fyi i enjoy people watching) but still sucks with names. Maybe I should write them down, read them and not by just repeat verbally because 3 seconds later, I have forgotten the name utterly. Especially long name.</div><div><br /></div><div>Resume to my friends topic, a group of people who are more or less only stuck together with one common purpose, or two. Class and assignments. How to keep these people together in one place? First you have to elect a person to organize a hang out and a meal gathering. Because this is about 12 people who are having different ideas and opinions, sometimes the plan just have to cancel due to the fact that some do not want to compromise each other, or the plan just divided into few parts (luckily this hasnt happen yet). After lots of discussions and considerations about where to go and what to eat, here comes the transportation problem. Ok transport, checked! Either by taxi or bus, thats them. What i want to say is that it is really hard to keep a group of people, which included some strong self perspective people, to go on. I realised that it is rare and difficult to meet people with same interests, same ideas who can compromise or i should say Flexible, as if you have met these people, they might possibly not around you. So appreciate <i>friends</i> around you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I abhor being inconvenient by transportation, I mean i was lucky back in hometown or other places where I usually have my own vehicle or helpful friends who are willing to fetch and drop me. But in this place, I encounter the neck of the bottle. I cant go to the places I want whenever or wherever. I do not have personal transportation, while public transportation is the pain in the ass. I wanted to befriend with some friendly and sincere people who are willing to give me a hand whenever i need a hand. I thought it could be a favor to the helpless me. But I feel like I've been cheated in a way. Cheated by myself, cheated by my own thoughts. Certain people took me for granted, as if I havent notice that. Not the car issue because i do not own a car. They just use you for temporary company. And this reminds me that I should keep in touch with other precious friends of mine, maybe some of them would think i am that kind of person as well. Because if i can feel it this way about other, why not them? University life can be a dream or nightmare. Maybe it was my fault in the beginning of the whole senario because i have set the wrong initiative. I just wish to meet some real friends in the university, perhaps it would be better if I added ' I would love to befriend with those with something in common with me! ', thats all. Not some poker faces. This is a rough time. I have never feel so lonely before. But all of these shits have contribute so much to the spiritual relationship between God and I. Thank God, I still have Him by my side all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I miss my family, I really miss my friends!!</div><div>And you too, yes you, if you are reading this. </div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-62827918893326100582011-02-19T21:14:00.001+08:002011-02-22T21:22:17.943+08:00First Visit to These Places<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVPSSHi4Fozzw68Nuie1qYmLI_0_ZUfrfHHnf072xfMi4LHkQ7MYjerArS_I61DZi6G3aogP5fiy5kzx3nB70Y2lKXMouYhi-PNcF4RAPQe2E1riflbDArrmdGESRvzXMT85YxMXgXno/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVPSSHi4Fozzw68Nuie1qYmLI_0_ZUfrfHHnf072xfMi4LHkQ7MYjerArS_I61DZi6G3aogP5fiy5kzx3nB70Y2lKXMouYhi-PNcF4RAPQe2E1riflbDArrmdGESRvzXMT85YxMXgXno/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576502207181436882" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnhjmtt-vOz_UgXfV1XFkHhVMgpYSe6lYtcxMcFcF1jsXTS7o4x0QHzNlNeZrP30OEV8FkO-PNgcYwbojSAFEFDAz-5FROwix3APCYScua-Z-qQHlIPDqqbRw7nfBE-Ki8zthBbFOgqo/s320/6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576501934329604930" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDrtbaXv81tVkQ-3Nedt0AfoE9v5PxxVITE1twcArOVjPooN4ETBa4rsGjnyUsdV4wa5z2VakT2aDaVx3iBoIVGVaGaz7qf-rCeIKq7cbWHrJ6CIjGnPQi-2q2Lwd4gZSkEmwmiRYWX0/s320/3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576502712031556914" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wrXr2Q6YPBGO_CpVH7z3Bho1pcD4BtyPfiZ-wQQ0pzcM_hd0BtTB-gWRl17MvaCi1vD6tE8Q09u6PB-DtrHeee8TEBm_aCuaecGvHVAaadKHilLgbGLjvbDQoU8qXnPiRNym50Yp11g/s200/7.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576501923456938450" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymmr7XayDZb4wJHyomA7CS9QccsFiRfyw2cuWSZEGHv8zVr7p2P9aMMWnkPYNaR_kNthW5R-060lNNNlTVDP11RZZN8U-yzxGFjk3qGYEh5f9xtJhKBeX3oDPoyKpwv8cPyR8SQToT4c/s200/8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576501928477850946" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A very pleasant and not so fruitful trip, together with my club members.</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-21108535277506701242011-02-14T20:51:00.003+08:002011-02-14T20:53:44.382+08:00Happy Valentines Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPs3-DuWLQMJeTLBAg_Gy7Dk6bGn4maEQ0aXaEP6ABfG1wOui40NBjTsFGLA6IKW7hCU2179WBElPNcuBxkM0hWeRYHdDs69mnCPmBY0feVV1IEh9lb-uNlbbYLBOG-g04kfFlUgK8zI/s1600/IMAG0889.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPs3-DuWLQMJeTLBAg_Gy7Dk6bGn4maEQ0aXaEP6ABfG1wOui40NBjTsFGLA6IKW7hCU2179WBElPNcuBxkM0hWeRYHdDs69mnCPmBY0feVV1IEh9lb-uNlbbYLBOG-g04kfFlUgK8zI/s320/IMAG0889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573527288072815986" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is how I celebrate it, never better.</div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-60413847752121410802011-01-29T15:04:00.001+08:002011-01-29T15:17:23.331+08:00One of my favourite places<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1UUcApqDFrcZs99PMTha5AVlW938eXfRN7OTrnII7ZySz4VZ-5-XoTULSr-H4UJTWhUIb-riylJrBw8c7asoqd91-fi4sg1llxVnB5SJ073waAPeDMEC_vo5gLewEq_xMn-L09k3Va8/s1600/IMAG0796.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPHTf711IZ6xFik20XHZKGqWr_UoCmzu2LBns8X1n94rRztMlfmtI4g4vE2aRzkSyt2dtR95UGbZAsyOP8oVTRI2DYfptDShfAfLy4oagl_jsXGVXxKkofy7fod7ZEHo-lKq2HewQ5Px0/s320/IMAG07611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563834999065934946" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Faculty Night on last friday! It was pretty bad, Lily and I were the game MC for the night. Timing sucks and it did ruined my night. However, my night was saved by a happy photo taking session.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756649727453480075.post-7196795763013428112011-01-14T11:34:00.003+08:002011-01-14T11:39:56.341+08:00A trip to the Gallery<div style="text-align: center;">This is our first studio trip to Art Gallery Johor on previous Monday, had fun looking at those amazing pieces of artworks which we were prohibited from taking photo of them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKXFg1zGngMhDs4W48utFB4vfj9lsAU4Zk_urmWoCuYjmrSNjjdFoMkoW57gPlh_D92E_r8VioGcX_NvEv4B3__zq33HwRJeYZizvXpMQKqyDalq_sPgp-Da4Y727rbnN2JL3yT8TUeM/s1600/IMAG0750.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKXFg1zGngMhDs4W48utFB4vfj9lsAU4Zk_urmWoCuYjmrSNjjdFoMkoW57gPlh_D92E_r8VioGcX_NvEv4B3__zq33HwRJeYZizvXpMQKqyDalq_sPgp-Da4Y727rbnN2JL3yT8TUeM/s320/IMAG0750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561880172293267602" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The pavilion and garden,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love to see the dead branches on tree, with a sense of sympathy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXF2cC61loDEdFLodk5NzozIBouhyN2muRj7Eg0wJoUo3XG6xrD7xIm3nk69ifp-a8NPGAeO7RZIrlrY9oVjOU3eLHlPd6u3GQNi-ixydx7dYB2jXSaKLVa4MuTnK_OwmrYKbl2M2_6E/s1600/IMAG07561.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXF2cC61loDEdFLodk5NzozIBouhyN2muRj7Eg0wJoUo3XG6xrD7xIm3nk69ifp-a8NPGAeO7RZIrlrY9oVjOU3eLHlPd6u3GQNi-ixydx7dYB2jXSaKLVa4MuTnK_OwmrYKbl2M2_6E/s320/IMAG07561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561880161992876818" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">hello flowers =)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uEjNMuaTh9XJ4X9aWg11Hx4_slx1au4bRdwlHyUy2Ero2oFK6ALatZrLyCjfmTMDDj4tFgVFSIfvviMZPa-Ct13OojR7mExTxfe51MZhd5suHc17n81SpZ9TYdyI_vtk_mexSlRj0M8/s1600/IMAG0757.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uEjNMuaTh9XJ4X9aWg11Hx4_slx1au4bRdwlHyUy2Ero2oFK6ALatZrLyCjfmTMDDj4tFgVFSIfvviMZPa-Ct13OojR7mExTxfe51MZhd5suHc17n81SpZ9TYdyI_vtk_mexSlRj0M8/s1600/IMAG0757.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uEjNMuaTh9XJ4X9aWg11Hx4_slx1au4bRdwlHyUy2Ero2oFK6ALatZrLyCjfmTMDDj4tFgVFSIfvviMZPa-Ct13OojR7mExTxfe51MZhd5suHc17n81SpZ9TYdyI_vtk_mexSlRj0M8/s320/IMAG0757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561880150966550882" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">last and not least, the building itself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jennifer Tanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14769078424514254129noreply@blogger.com0