tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43819011253424024492024-03-13T07:18:09.597+08:00Jenn Yee is Random. :)Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-1731422638037014382009-07-10T20:52:00.003+08:002009-07-10T21:03:07.096+08:00Give up?<div align="center">I really <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">H</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">ATE</span></strong> myself sometimes.</div><div align="center">I don't understand why I bother whether they attend meetings anot. </div><div align="center">When they don't, I will get all frustrated and emo. </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote><em></em>My brother told me to <strong>GIVE UP</strong>.</div><div align="center">Give up on them.</div><div align="center">Give up on everything. </div><div align="center"> I refuse to listen to him.</div><div align="center">I don't want to give up yet. </div><div align="center">But now..</div><div align="center">I think I should listen to him.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Maybe I should just give up?</em></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-49106117803101483252009-07-08T20:23:00.001+08:002009-07-08T20:25:35.087+08:00This is really CUTE.<div align="center">Go checkout this blog.</div><div align="center">It's really<span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong>cute</strong></span>. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/</span></a></div><div align="center">:)</div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-19424935265465818252009-07-03T20:19:00.003+08:002009-07-03T21:03:19.140+08:00One Down One More To Go.<div align="center">At last...</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I STEPPED DOWN.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">NO LONGER THE LEO SECRETARY ANYMORE. </span></strong></div><div align="center">Woohoo.. SCREAMS.</div><div align="center"><blockquote><div align="center">It was fun the first few weeks.</div><div align="center">Wow.. I'm the Leo Secretary. Yay me. </div><div align="center">but later on..</div><div align="center">It was not that fun at all.</div><div align="center"><strong>REPORTS!</strong></div><div align="center">Letters.</div><div align="center"><strong>REPORTS!!</strong> </div><div align="center">Meetings. RCC Meeting. </div><div align="center"><strong>REPORTS!!!</strong></div><div align="center">Seeing teachers and Lions. </div><div align="center"><strong>REPORTS!!!!</strong></div><div align="center">Recommendation Forms. </div><div align="center"><strong>REPORTS!!!!!</strong></div><div align="center">Projects. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I have to attend <strong>EVERY</strong> project so I can write the report.</em></span> </div><div align="center">Awesome job right?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>But.. being the Leo Secretary was not that bad.</div><div align="center">At least I get to know more people. </div><div align="center">People from other school.</div><div align="center">People not my age. </div><div align="center">I remember the first group I got to know was my brother's friends.</div><div align="center">They were in PJI. </div><div align="center">I was the secretary so I had to attend the Orientation Camp organized by them.</div><div align="center">and there we started talking, crapping about stuff. </div><div align="center">So.. CHAN KEN NETH.</div><div align="center">They are my friends too so you can't stop me from talking to them. </div><div align="center">lalalala...</div><div align="center">:)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>I'm just glad that it's all over already. </div><div align="center">Now.. I can concentrate on KRS.</div><div align="center">Oh yea.. </div><div align="center">Our Leo Installation is on the 25th of July.</div><div align="center">I will officially step down. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>Okayy.. Gotta go.</div><div align="center">Have to finish the June's monthly report. My LAST REPORT.</div><div align="center">Stepped down already still have to do report. </div><div align="center">Really awesome laaa. :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>Nights people. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div></blockquote></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-82501761956111085442009-06-11T21:22:00.002+08:002009-06-11T21:25:07.534+08:00Random#8<div align="center">Looking for someone to talk to.</div><div align="center">But seems like there's no one I can talk to that understands how i feel. </div><div align="center">All I can do now is just cry and pray to God that everything will go back to normal. </div><div align="center">I'm really back to my emo self again.</div><div align="center"><blockquote><div align="center"> </div></blockquote>God, I really need you now. </div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-59243938518138135192009-06-10T20:52:00.002+08:002009-06-10T20:55:18.805+08:00Random#8<div align="center">Sorethroat,</div><div align="center">Sorethroat, </div><div align="center">Go away.</div><div align="center">Please don't come before Sports Day. :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>OMIGOSH.</div><div align="center">I'm losing my voice.</div><div align="center"><strong>NOOOOOOoooo....</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="right"><blockquote></blockquote>Cough. Cough. :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><blockquote><div align="center"> </div></blockquote></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-39140623405466787442009-06-09T23:31:00.002+08:002009-06-10T00:04:33.193+08:00Random#7<div align="center">I found myself crying alot recently.</div><div align="center">Tears rolled down just like that. </div><div align="center">Tried to control it but can't.</div><div align="center">I found myself back to my emo self again. </div><div align="center">Back to the girl that used to cry all the time. <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I want to go to a place where I can scream and cry all I want. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A place where no one knows but only me.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-33517506232986518642009-06-09T00:32:00.003+08:002009-06-09T00:40:20.305+08:00Random#6<div align="center">Nothing is going well in my life. </div><div align="center">How i wish i can just disappear. </div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-9679188058074960642009-05-11T18:29:00.003+08:002009-05-11T18:39:06.187+08:00By Your Side :)<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">By Your Side</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">by Tenth Avenue North. <blockquote></blockquote></span></strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why are you striving these days</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why are you trying to earn grace</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why are you crying</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let me lift up your face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just don't turn away <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why are you looking for love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To where will you go child</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tell me where will you run</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To where will you run</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I'll be by your side</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wherever you fall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the dead of night</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Whenever you call</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And please don't fight</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These hands that are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My hands are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Look at these hands and my side</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They swallowed the grave on that night</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I drank the world's sin</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I could carry you in</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And give you lifeI want to give you life</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I'll be by your side</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wherever you fall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the dead of night</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Whenever you call</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And please don't fight</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These hands that are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My hands are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I'll be by your side</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wherever you fall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the dead of night</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Whenever you call</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And please don't fight</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These hands that are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My hands are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cause I, I love you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I want you to knowThat I, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I love youI'll never let you go</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I'll be by your side</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wherever you fall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the dead of night</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Whenever you call</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And please don't fight</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These hands that are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My hands are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I'll be by your side</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wherever you fall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the dead of night</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Whenever you call</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And please don't fight</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These hands that are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My hands are holding you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span ><strong>I know that You were there when I was having my Piano Exam.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span ><strong>I know that You were always there whenever I need You. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong>Thank You Lord. </strong></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-88048224586118080492009-05-09T22:08:00.003+08:002009-05-09T23:00:50.369+08:00Mid Terms. Piano Exam Result. Feel like Vomiting but can't Vomit. :)<div align="center">Having <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>MID TERMS</strong></span> now. </div><div align="center">I find studying FUN. </div><div align="center">NO. I'm not joking.</div><div align="center">I'm not crazy.</div><div align="center">I kinda like studying. <span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>:)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong>Random much??</strong></div><blockquote><div align="center">Guess what?</div><div align="center">I got back my Piano Grade 8 Practical Exam Results.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I PASSED</span></strong>. <span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>:)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Happy </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Happy </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">HAPPY</span>.</span></span></strong> </div><div align="center">I don't want to sit for the exam AGAIN.</div><div align="center">Hate playing the piano to some random people in such a cold room. </div><div align="center">Oh well.. </div><div align="center">It's over already.</div><div align="center">And.. </div><div align="center">I'm the only one who complete my piano in the family.</div><div align="center">Beat both my <s>stupid brothers.</s></div><div align="center">So proud of myself. <strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">:)</span></strong></div><div align="center">Lalala..</span></div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center">Yay. </div><div align="center">That vomiting feeling is gone. </div><div align="center">I think I'm just too full. </div><div align="center">Had breakfast- <strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">noodles</span></strong> at 7.30am </div><div align="center">Lunch- <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>spaghetti and sandwiches (shared with my cousin)</strong></span> at 12.00 noon</div><div align="center">Teatime- <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>noodles (shared with my mom)</strong></span> at 5.00pm</div><div align="center">Dinner- <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>lamb stew</strong></span> at 9.00pm</div><div align="center">See.. <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I'M NOT ANOREXIC.</span></strong></div><div align="center">Omigosh.. </div><div align="center">I'm so going to get FAT.</div><div align="center">Okayy.. </div><div align="center">Being random again.<strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"> :)</span></strong></div><blockquote><p align="center">I think I shall stop now.</p><p align="right">Studying History. Urgh.</p></blockquote></blockquote>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-61363108297023834262009-04-01T23:38:00.001+08:002009-04-01T23:41:22.790+08:00Random#5<div align="center">Some of my classmates are just jerks.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Big Fat Jerks</span></strong>. :)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jenn Yee's just being pissed.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-4914579058684481682009-03-03T15:35:00.007+08:002009-03-04T17:18:48.100+08:00My Brothers.<div align="center">This is what happen when you go to Australia to study<br />with your parents far away from you. </div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308872509102996482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRjQRDw3qF3KsOaIN2A4i_j4ZYbxB7OwQC00Kxd5QdsSn5ahcAIj7jsi59nXlemVe2ayfXlV73ckMamJpbttn8VcWeNDJbdLQASGoKGVaWufTEyftDa2VriMtG2jOxNw0Cc-eQEW5mmre/s320/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" /><em>The day he left.</em> </div><div align="center"><br /><blockquote></blockquote>Look at his hair.</div><div align="center">It was short.<br /></div><div align="center">And..</div><div align="center">Look at his hair now </div><div align="center">It's friggin<strong> <span style="font-size:180%;">LONG</span></strong> :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308875490366008258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUXVNzE4oD8RgOUpRRIR7TrXAdLCuk-H4XUiP-uoBJ2rD9s-_Z3G-GzSMolU1vGdCbC2R1GJbrk-H7OWgsTZ6tNllWiqXEmkOY7CpKVV7yR0nCh_87HIbzREjT_Sieyt4FaW10R0JEduK/s320/Will+Alder+and+Me.JPG" border="0" /><em>his recent look.</em></div><br /><p align="center">Omigosh..<br />Look at his hair la.<br />Yucks.<br />Mom is so going to cut it for you when she goes there in March :)</p><p align="center">As for my eldest brother.<br />Party. Drink. Go to the bar. etc..<br />EVERY NIGHT.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309258206508699298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2Mfz89pjDphgdLeMZnEktBGu4ssp1XJkD6zOFP512ezu7JxfOQkWJIYnc61FUp28nJifLpzJlZ2bPUDMQUNNQJNe1jwqBU915KphF6jNueI2LV5-1xkqImD0ZOhfg0jasOfnCi7HnXUl/s320/n565516674_1165950_9336.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">BEERR..</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309258199997801762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrntNS2t44YBa0WD4dX9IRAOKjMMpAcbNdUlQbn1uzK40xN06G603f9WozSh-ExK9Fa9rChGiI8Q7E2b5Su8wrMmRr1LNR-ZzZn0FhcVpE0hVMde92NTXkFME6QbKocx17D2328Ls7v_D/s320/n501730928_1383840_4730.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309258196510690642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCnrxKN8_iWF3xUsTmlSAwawSQBy0JEwoEKjfdI49IZ9t-7Gn1WGlypBrPKn784hp1FvgM0gQx_qGDeRybNOCEXvjdpndI_iJSrILOCbOgo0-LPm8Q5-QBD9VKq7X-561EI_PsWYTg-tp/s320/n500946065_279096_5586.jpg" border="0" />PARTEHH..</p><p align="center">Tsk Tskk..<br />Just two years only.<br />They become like this.<br />:)</p>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-31339980894378214212009-02-28T11:25:00.003+08:002009-02-28T11:34:18.525+08:00Random#4<div align="center">I guess I'm just not as strict as Kenneth</div><div align="center">and not as respectful as my brother. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>I guess I'm just good at listening to instructions</div><div align="center">and not good at giving instructions.</div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>Not in a very good mood now. </div><div align="center">Byee..</div><div align="center"></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-73213807991314843902009-01-21T00:51:00.002+08:002009-01-21T00:56:21.043+08:00Random#3<div align="center">I remember the time when I got the assistant secretary post for KRS,</div><div align="center">I <em>dislike</em> it.</div><div align="center">I <em>dislike</em> doing secretary work.</div><div align="center">What I thought of secretary is their life is just so boring and sad. </div><div align="center">All the <strong>PAPER WORKS</strong>.</div><div align="center">Gotta go <strong>see the teachers</strong>.</div><div align="center">This and that.</div><div align="center">So sad right??</div><div align="center">But till now,</div><div align="center">after 2 years being a secretary</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I'M STILL A SECRETARY.</span></strong></div><div align="center">What a sad life I have.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right">Jenn Yee is just being random tonight. :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-50424143161625365802009-01-02T17:22:00.000+08:002009-01-02T17:23:29.274+08:00*Buckle Up*<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Stupid SEAT BELT.</span></strong></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-19819495469711848312009-01-01T23:20:00.000+08:002009-01-01T23:21:21.562+08:00Random#2<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Fish MAAAAAAWW??</span></strong></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-84359533406989034422009-01-01T17:14:00.003+08:002009-01-01T23:30:45.130+08:00It's 2009 already.<div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I spent my last moment of year 2008 with Him. :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286347868341314690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqMWWl4U36fCENj3V-L4OChxKVC8PSQ_oWX2Jqo-kG-Pv-ibB2YpUH3nhhiOOUN3remGfUVgsN-GpwnXvNyQyyxdxtDTSN0s1r8Ou-uUufLngEtZh0NW00SbILuxanrIYsfU2xiKjhvhq/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong><br /><div align="center">Year 2008 was an okay year for me. </div><div align="center">Ups and Downs like usual.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">New</span></strong> Class, <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>New</strong> </span>Friends.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">New</span></strong> Post, <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>New</strong> </span>Responsibilities.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">New</span></strong> Subjects, <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>New</strong> </span>Knowledge.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>New</strong> </span>Adventure, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">New</span></strong> Experiences. </div><div align="center">I Thank God for bringing me back to church again.</div><div align="center">I hope I will continue to go church. >.<</div><br /><div align="center">What I hope for year 2009?</div><div align="center">Well.. </div><div align="center">1. Get good results for my exams especially <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">SPM</span></strong>. </div><div align="center">DIE <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">DIE </span><span style="font-size:180%;">DIE</span></strong><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span></div><div align="center">2. Be a better person??</div><div align="center">3. Can cope my studies with all my activities. <span style="font-size:85%;">(I really need to focus on my studies)</span></div><div align="center">4. My faith for God will not be like last year. </div><div align="center">What else??</div><div align="center">I can't think of anything now. </div><div align="center">I guess that's it.</div><br /><div align="center"></div></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-86304194600155422862008-12-27T15:36:00.004+08:002008-12-28T03:35:43.705+08:002 movies in a day. <div align="center">Went to One Utama with
<br /><strong>Little John</strong>
<br /><strong>Jia Chek</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Jia Chiun</strong>
<br /><strong>Alvin</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Nicole</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Nigel</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Ee Keen </strong>
<br /><strong>Jes Cee</strong>
<br /><strong>Tze Junn.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>David</strong> was suppose to join us but <strong>HE FFK-ed US.</strong> </div><div align="center">What a <strong>GOOD <em>CHI MUI</em></strong> you are, David. </div><div align="center">hahaha.. </div><div align="center">Trying to make him feel bad. :)
<br />Well.. </div><div align="center">At least we still had fun, right guys? </div><div align="center">
<br />Watched <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes Man</span></strong> and <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Spirit</span></strong> yesterday.
<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521800492141106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5HgQtzLj7J8DvTpwczBwMLovq2hOa8GSdhoJiRXy7yP0CWe2BVXd-oaKVmera9q8KFc667-xLET0CG3Yu7g-pzLtzDJejoESoKOPsxKvaMjbrM4fSkrOnXGjdKb_xa8O_GWDPgu0QKJc/s320/thumbnail4.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>Yes Man.</strong>
<br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521805085798354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUeTQaiuQ8HOW5GK_44uf4TsTyuncKNjDcevpP5VNw_4oGBVkRWfEeXYCRTCwpPitaHCy6KTcuM6b-vgeA0gQEUn9TLdSLR22SE3BeIRcF0qf9Haf6c6rSZ27rIhQTkBtUOgKSopNt9L2/s320/thumbnail5.jpg" border="0" /><strong>The Spirit.</strong>
<br />2 movies in a day..
<br />Wanted to watch Bedtime Stories but it won't be release till 30th.
<br />Sad..
<br />We met alot of people there.
<br /></strong><strong>Jia Chek's "Girlfriend".</strong></strong>
<br /><strong>Jia Chiun's "Girlfriendsss".</strong>
<br />I met Kah Jun there and all them went, <div align="center">"Your boyfriend ah?"</div><div align="center">But we were all fooling around only. </div><div align="center">So.. It's fine.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521809245019250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTE2tE2l4H7YPWPF0zbDhcPgzJ1IlaE_ykpL2i6sPHg7jr4NZPBgoeg0_DadyrRbjlaKJihLbcT6mNnRTxCtIvQ88AABP2QDPFFaKo3dpgW7KF72csv2sQf8R33liMV-plFlNb3QVcVtvB/s320/DSC03178.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Little John massaging Jes's head. </div><div align="center">I think she's enjoying it. :)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284521814633253938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qnqPviQPPwPVEiPmMbYmjOeaMUBbtcXVYXbMUdsgoi6VyUntU87jENiV6B8YQof6PkLeL1fBXNnHQzkWawUMoO4-AyUkH2wH5pCvbbPGZko1m560j260LJiuYQBnwl-JOkNiXVyIy6MF/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" /></div><p></p><p></p><p align="center">Alvin's trying to dig his nose. >.<
<br />That's actually an <strong>EYE <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MASSAGER</span></strong> not nose <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">massager</span><strong>.</strong>
<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lol</span>.. </p><p align="right">Waiting for the GAY PICTURES from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jes</span>. :) </p>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-77688497005526453612008-12-25T01:48:00.002+08:002008-12-25T01:56:10.503+08:00Merry Christmas People.<div align="center">My 16th Christmas.</div><div align="center">And I'm stuck at home like usual. </div><div align="center">I don't get to go out on Christmas Eve every year. </div><div align="center">But my brother is allow to go out whether he is 16 or 20. </div><div align="center">This sucks. </div><div align="center">Hoping for a different Christmas next year. :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>Christmas Party at <strong>Uncle Peter (My Santa Claus)</strong> tommorrow. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FOOD. FOOD. FOOD. FOOD.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FOOOOOOOOD.</strong></span> </div><div align="center">Yummy..</div><div align="center">I think I still get a present. :)</div><div align="center"> </div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-45168809211154856382008-12-18T20:21:00.004+08:002008-12-23T00:05:53.457+08:00FCT Youth Camp.<div align="center">Got back from camp few days ago.</div><div align="center">TIRED but HAPPY. </div><div align="center">Just like other camps,<br />first I will regret and after the camp I'm glad that I went for it. :)</div><br /><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FCT</span> Youth Camp 2008, <strong>PROPEL </strong></div><div align="center">which means <em>To cause to move forward and onward</em>.<br />5 days 4 nights at Harvest Haven, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gopeng</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Perak</span>.</div><div align="center">It's a very nice place. </div><div align="center">We got air conditioner in our room. How cool is that? </div><div align="center">Well.. every camp I have been to, there won't be any air conditioner so yea.. </div><div align="center">The best thing is <strong>The Toilet is CLEAN</strong>. </div><div align="center">And.. there's a basketball court, swimming pool etc..<br />There were so many free time so we spent it in the pool playing volleyball, monkey and water polo. </div><div align="center">And.. We played volleyball at night too. How FUN is that? </div><p align="center">There's just too many things to blog about.<br />The <strong>Praise and Worship</strong> was <strong>AWESOME</strong>.<br />Met some new friends there.<br />The Angel and Mortal Game was kinda sad for me.<br />Cause my angel came and told me she's my angel on the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nd</span> day of camp.<br />And she was younger than me so I didn't dare to ask anything from her. :(<br />What else??<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hmmm</span>..<br />They were <strong>throwing, pushing and rolling</strong> <strong>people</strong> into the pool.<br />I got away from John and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Federick</span>.<br />Thank God.<br />And.. they were doing stunts in the pool.<br />It was so cool.<br /><br />During this camp,<br />I did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">alot</span> of thinking<br />about my life now, my faith to God.<br />To be honest, I did lose faith in God last year.<br />But during that 5 days there,<br />I did felt God's presence.<br />I know that He's with me.<br />I'm not sure whether will I lose this feeling again<br />but I'm sure that I enjoyed this feeling last 5 days.<br />And.. Among all my camps,<br />I think I cried the most in this camp.<br />But I cried because I felt God's presence<br />not the actual cry cry.<br /><br />Tommorrow's the Christmas Reunion for all Propel campers of FCT<br />and we are suppose to bring a gift for the gift exchange<br />guess what I bought?<br />hahaha..<br />I will reveal after the reunion. :)</p>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-65908163752745812182008-12-12T16:20:00.006+08:002008-12-12T17:07:29.389+08:00Christmas.<div align="center">These videos were taken 4 years ago when I was having my holiday at Aussie.</div><div align="center">Sorry about the video quality. </div><div align="center">I know it's really bad. </div><div align="center">I hope you guys will enjoy.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyByTzgL9Z5rBODZRqMqfII-gcZbCfi6cyrlDmUpSjtwMhHVBm8O_hPB1JXC8lFMGVVknw49X137kqYJG5tKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyz3uRWPli5LCe_e--Vm2WKNOC2NESTNIlVfs3FQ9mRBj0tPYKp3_rAyoG8gK59Quq4ufI_D4tvIl7TCFnXwA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQeeNAtE-_Fs8DlFGy10sVUFU4CCaXXTUk2-6VNiEdWMCrDBDLbCT_pqhIA8_kAuqWdV8MBVjdcZ4iPZj16Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"><br />The houses are so nice, right?<br />How I wish I can decorate my house like that too.<br />Well..<br />I guess I got to wait till I have my own house<br />which is another 10-20 years.<br />I hope. :)</p>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-70897509734670320062008-12-12T16:09:00.003+08:002008-12-12T16:20:13.836+08:00Camp AGAIN.<div align="center">Youth camp tommorrow. </div><div align="center">At Gopeng, Perak.</div><div align="center">Will be back next wednesday. </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>3 Camps in 2 months.</div><div align="center">Isn't that wonderful? </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>Everytime before going for any camp</div><div align="center">I will start regretting</div><div align="center">but after the camp</div><div align="center">I will be glad that I went for the camp. </div><div align="center">That's me. </div><div align="center">But I think that happens to most of the people. </div><div align="center">So.. </div><div align="center">I'm not the only one. :)</div><blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><p align="right">JennYee is packing for tommorrow's camp.</p></blockquote>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-12485666057878907162008-12-06T23:39:00.005+08:002008-12-07T00:22:21.392+08:00My brother's Back<div align="center">This is a really late post. </div><div align="center">I was packing my bag for LLC that night when he arrived </div><div align="center">so there was no time for me to blog about it. </div><div align="center">And after LLC, I was just too tired to do anything.</div><div align="center">So..</div><div align="center">I'm here now blogging about it when I'm still kinda tired.</div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>On the way to pick up my brother,</div><div align="center">I was thinking alot.</div><div align="center">Some of them were about him, some of them were just day dreaming.</div><div align="center">I was actually dreaming of next year's Sport's Day..</div><div align="center"><em>The formation was fantastic</em></div><div align="center"><em>everyone was cheering for us</em></div><div align="center"><em>and WE WON THE MARCHING COMPETITION.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Omigosh.. </em></div><div align="center"><em>How I wish that will happen.</em></div><div align="center"><em>After the competition, I called my brother and he congratulated me. </em></div><div align="center">And.. I started crying. Like seriously tears rolling down.</div><div align="center">Luckily.. I was sitting at the back of the car alone.</div><div align="center">Or else.. My mom probably think that I have gone crazy or something.</div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>We reached the airport like 1 hour later</div><div align="center">and waited for my <strong>STUPID BROTHER</strong> for half an hour. </div><div align="center">I was kinda like scolding him while waiting</div><div align="center">because he told my mom before that </div><div align="center">that he wants to play hide and seek in the airport.</div><div align="center"> By the way, he's 20 years old.</div><div align="center">I have such<strong> MATURE brother</strong>, right?</div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>Oh yea..</div><div align="center">While I was waiting for him to come out</div><div align="center">there was this guy standing beside me</div><div align="center">I think he's 30+ years old.</div><div align="center">He told me that my shoelaces were untied</div><div align="center">and I kinda like just ignore him.</div><div align="center">Well.. </div><div align="center">I was scared. </div><div align="center">My mom was waiting somewhere else.</div><div align="center">And.. I was taught <em>not to talk to strangers</em>.</div><div align="center">So.. I just act like I didn't hear anything</div><div align="center">and walk away from him. </div><div align="center">Later, when I found my mom and was waiting there with her.</div><div align="center">He came and stand beside me again.</div><div align="center">Omigosh..</div><div align="center">I was so scared.</div><div align="center">But Thank God, he went off after standing for few minutes.</div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>Wait, wait and wait..</div><div align="center">There he was, walking out, trying to act like he can't see us.</div><div align="center">My mom went to him and started hugging him and all.</div><div align="center">And the first thing I said to my brother after not seeing him for 2 years,</div><div align="center"><em><strong>OMIGOSH, You look SHORT and FAT</strong>.</em></div><div align="center">Yes.. I know I'm a bad sister. </div><div align="center">Muahahahaha..</div><div align="center">On the way back home, we were talking non-stop like we never talk before.</div><div align="center">And yes.. after 2 years apart from each other.</div><div align="center">We became closer. </div><div align="center">I hope this will continue and will never change. </div><div align="center">And.. He bought me and<span style="color:#ff99ff;"> <strong>IPOD</strong></span>. </div><div align="center">Pictures of it will be uploaded soon.</div><div align="center">Just stay tune. </div><div align="center">I will blog about LLC and Christmas Bazaar another day.</div><div align="center">Freaking tired now.</div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>Oh yea..</div><div align="center">Please do visit the <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">LEO Christmas Bazaar</span></strong> at <strong>Subang Parade</strong>.</div><div align="center">Our booth is in front of Uncle Lim's.</div><div align="center">It's on the <strong>5th till 7th</strong> (Friday till Sunday) and <strong>12th till 14th</strong> (Friday till Sunday)</div><div align="center">from <strong>10a.m. till 10p.m.</strong></div><div align="center">Please do come and support us.</div><div align="center">You may buy presents for yourself, or you may choose an orphans name and we will send the present to them.</div><div align="center">It's all for <strong>CHARITY</strong>.</div><div align="center">A gift from you guys will cheer all the orphans and</div><div align="center"> they can have a nice Christmas this year.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">MERRY CHRISTMAS. :)</span></strong></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-61129181105095392252008-11-23T20:28:00.011+08:002008-11-26T20:59:24.468+08:00FRIM Outing..<div align="center">Youth outing at FRIM last Saturday.<br />I had a great time there.<br /></div><div align="center">We went <strong>JUNGLE TREKKING</strong><span style="font-size:78%;">(it's my 2nd or 3rd time jungle trekking this month)</span><br /><strong>CANOPY WALK</strong><br />and <strong>WATER FIGHT IN THE WATERFALL</strong>.<br />It was <strong>FUN <span style="font-size:130%;">FUN</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">FUN</span></strong>..<br />Jungle trekking was tiring but it was a very nice workout.<br />I need to lose weight after sitting at home everyday</div><div align="center"><strong>EAT, EAT AND EAT.</strong></div><div align="center">And..</div><div align="center">There were <strong><em>leeches.</em></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272569408533286402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPxJTnpWRo30VHrnkrgOUZVmKlY8A_Ii9EJcSBScuGHeSk4cbiJhYvk9cVEGqMZfb0JUY-LieNFw6bGPNktS-cC_JDNj1d-NeR4DfNbl6sKv59V9Lxc8P-JixDTQ_7EAZs1I9hkIzHhq90/s320/thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Ewww..<br />I was entertained by my <em>chi mui</em>, <strong>David </strong>the whole time.<br />He was trying to show off his muscles which he doesn't have.<br />Well.. I guess he was just showing it to <strong><em>someone</em></strong>.<br />hahahahaha..<br />A few of us went for the Canopy Walk only.<br />We took some pictures there.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271830290651750994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6k3kRmVqNlaLf5jbdLjxxNi7oLAe5f7Hy0jC7u5qDjP1YavlRacPgTDp8IMZbosElpXBjHVe2eH__vaz94_ZmJeF2Aty-X9Q81JMsFp9IfuxBMNJCrVtwYpPoR1YsrE5cKUXJ6ovE_Up/s320/DSC03243.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Me and Jes. I think this was during jungle trekking.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271830293349382978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1LYKpH-ev9iABw_A74HsFkz7JdvEqUX-KmF_1p4HsDrLzGuESIATecjpzIfzPams_xCbIfK0pB5AD71s9Y206FYv8xnuO44MT6Tb7wSSi95Gye_3Gu5FgqQPyH6QnvSGNMFpBTV1NP_q/s320/DSC03244.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Me and Jes again..</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271830308989074578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuzEt58o9WBkCu6ejPoNoHjgrdzHULoJRg7HZyUDo91jOyfuua0uYZYeM2Nke8K5GBwtd7NFM7KKViyJEd0z-NAjWMfSYkWU3naebp3JJH3otQ3kUtzFKuxhPsWxNEg1OZoOuC_Z9eCiY/s320/DSC03245.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Me, Jes and David.<br />But I look like I jumped into their picture.<br />They look so SWEEEET together.<br />Awww...<br /><br />The most interesting part was THE WATERFALL.<br />I didn't really plan to get wet<br />but thanks to DAVID<br />I was all wet in the end.<br />Actually..<br />Almost everyone got wet.<br />I think we were in the water for an hour plus?<br />And here comes the gross part.<br />The toilet.<br />We had to change our wet clothes in a FREAKING DIRTY TOILET.<br />There was a DEAD LIZARD in it.<br />Ewww...<br />On our way back, some INTERESTING THINGS happen.<br />Hahahaha..<br />I'm not suppose to blog about it here.<br />To all the FCT youths,<br />if you guys wanna know<br />You can ask me, John or Tim.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">PS: Jes and David, don't kill me.</span></p><p align="right">Waiting for the pictures from Alvin and Wykit.</p>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-60372728594042490062008-11-20T00:07:00.003+08:002008-11-20T00:21:48.872+08:00Random#1<div align="center">Why must you take away everything from me?</div><div align="center">Keep thinking you are smarter than me? </div><div align="center">You are so <strong>NOT</strong>.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">IHATEYOU.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">IHATEYOU</span>.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="font-size:180%;">IHATEYOU</span>.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></blockquote></div>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381901125342402449.post-71473533591986854592008-11-17T21:00:00.000+08:002008-11-17T21:11:53.260+08:00Leadership Camp which is also called the SCANDAL CAMP.<div align="center">Okayyy...</div><div align="center"><div align="center">I know this is kinda late but oh well..</div><div align="center">I was really tired after 4 days of</div><div align="center"><strong>JOGGING EARLY IN THE MORNING </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>JUNGLE TREKKING</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>AND</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>PLAYING DODGEBALL IN THE RAIN. </strong></div><div align="center">It was FREEZING COLD.</div><div align="center">My body's ACHING.<br />But it was worth it.<br />The camp was really really FUN. </div><div align="center">There were <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">SCANDALS</span></strong> going on..</div><div align="center">Thanks to <strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">SCANDAL QUEEN - MISS JESSICA</span></strong>. :)</div><div align="center">We even get to see the fun part of En. Zul. </div><div align="center">He was acting as .. <span style="font-size:78%;">(It's a camp thing. Only the campers know what happen)</span></div><div align="center">And the normal thing..</div><div align="center">I get to know more people.</div><div align="center">Learn more stuff on leadership.<br />Understand more on how to write reports and SECRETARY STUFF.</div><div align="center">blablabla.. </div><div align="center">What else??</div><div align="center">Hmmm..</div><div align="center">There's too many to list out. </div><div align="center">Shall let the pictures do the talking. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ps: pictures are from Jessica.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269600463061563218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK81NUNifNELIE5GVhReG688uTz0AIgfymkshxKAjcvE_swgj6thkS-kp0VfiDmtdoMCxr_ux0jF4Ji5AN_w_0dZj7i9J5J7DbBIk7ou-ZWUTYiZ0UOEUA-x2iXShrGWiRdXRprF7_X73x/s320/n656587313_1111127_9347.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">may wen, sabrina, me, shawna, yi lin and xin hui.</span><br />first day of camp. </div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269600464249391650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClYVGRqtbUYRuQss9WC14HuwBAJi2ykjxyrjlMx4CLiCyLYetUbt5IGOBwxGf3Q-Ksy2HOXmKWx6TPmk5-EtiT_FCn2jpXIkcRtIxj5PzCXUbd43ttbT58Fnz_zMdndP7uFXV1iKVN8ax/s320/n656587313_1111137_2247.jpg" border="0" /> Ice breaking time.<br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269600466009818706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvmdMHkWxNh1DvATERRcSOosanWbKCEwUeIWvCW6KrR5kQGPSL0Zk9rMhJ-hJf5SLE1XvFskbt3PRAFCTI_dquNlzGq8Fg4V2YG2GsKSP5Ml3Jt26pPUFO9fwxqJG6F8fg-3Pj20QfJly/s320/n656587313_1111171_3266.jpg" border="0" /><em>Pasar Malam</em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269600473415188354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCToj-KSDmHyDKgNoBBcJam34OvaAb-lFdYx9ss9Q-zVnRjbKmyAm9xr5w1T7gu6UA4Db-vpydcgzeZhA1FQavSazXzvfC3PG5P0bbFLBhfZekFP5f4TvrlIp04g95zyD817HV4m23J-3k/s320/n656587313_1125907_8196.jpg" border="0" />Jungle Trekking.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608035201877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgDG3jwez7Rz8XwDjsVk6inyZYCGAuxrX1KwtXhpKtVsDyCmXw5Fz61NWXZT_5WV-Xs_rLbyOLsg_k3RO0KGW7GVW83f4KOYX352JfI8IfjmdaQIvx0mmtgf7ijwBuO0_4U1UqUMCeAfP/s320/n656587313_1126014_4661.jpg" border="0" /> Us under the rain after jungle trekking. <span style="font-size:78%;">(It was FREEZING COLD)<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608034947299986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLV8LXn5K_VX6Xg1WFUGS4iNjXpjdBcSLTmIL4fc85zlIMlyMUBZFumjf1hlJBb1apkiiR2HTUvwiIV0uCAy8OuFZYwXfpixs-lftuHecx7IjHBjghF5UI_BWXDnW8_HEjIHcu7X4v7alS/s320/n656587313_1126022_6866.jpg" border="0" /> BBQ time.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608043531880914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHoIrdILOFy614it9dnuESKNYrHvGnBc-64NJPyA1rOCWtbarQMkPGCFt148CjCswKdoYvNXKQbw7YFgDv8zfdFlchajJdEvuAk0WSTdEYwfSSwThxSXSxnXgR96rNGd_O78L5Fz4bnTh/s320/n656587313_1126028_8541.jpg" border="0" /> Munchy<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608045143964274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghPNn7KSLLpXBnGS4G09TiJTf3Cph912g3K8qj9kLKR3kVfobtZRX9RwQwTGbNkvLV_ORQG57ylIeNRHCoFL4Uumuj2DktINw8ce55s6r-FIhdl27_3OUDmDCF9PJingPdDKkUA9xTjgFt/s320/n656587313_1126029_8829.jpg" border="0" /> Hellooooo...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608048531530818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRiU2Xq78z1MdgGw0WYQNu0vhpdNZM7F0ofsRctXWdPmlM4e_F0e5tckm-zQMZN4tIx1u3nag_95QS7zcdhwk9C7bArWh9F-sgH60DubQy5k0z5vvSCHUqHuTcgZpf6Jg3-l78WAktooS/s320/n656587313_1126030_9117.jpg" border="0" /><br />LOL.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609197599190226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGW-tnXaLAms6E78WURsuXQqr-7okpDHejbVktfp7OxcwrfU30BdvW0DaQbjM4Y6cZlEOc7xFOx0AqcHp8-ST3oR6RZFDLssVDMi01__zMiakAYBA-cVikt72fWcEZR-KDyGf8kTDdgTkB/s320/n656587313_1126033_0.jpg" border="0" /> Torny Horny Cactus.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609204030154498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUws1JD8pOH7FEUHUCUgU4_m5qLwOz5oKMXzUiMcjqmIq5Pz_FBlxnAgOZSwcw2nS4gSE7xL1cFHvJY6IEyesxT6yaehf1_r7jWiVPPl1A2LEmPHMEKLGiIOGH2dcQvOXgdWlkwY6_SJMN/s320/n656587313_1126031_9413.jpg" border="0" /> Heroes.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609212028703634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISUpMqp45vg4zxadzl9tEU48Ei8uU7zUJrg3cJ_p3-pzAA6ABdzNE7B4-ETBvhzVYFOB4UaOHc9wc8_RlYbF2DSfZaVPdkvWz6MNOqcozhoVMTToyDq0vAADzEnVBECn9RzaRWOmVj0Nc/s320/n656587313_1126037_1170.jpg" border="0" /> The Ladies.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609219066691714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNGrooGr6bZ_HDbn5zlymV3vqjg6mpZUkwwKgXZ5jam7XHN9W4GCV4vex_uruZf3C0t8Tf4ABv_VaMLFFUgntFPmCIxzq_s7knQkQkqPdF4Wehlhy-l0xmvna9eOYkBNIfO8UebghKGSf/s320/n656587313_1126039_1755.jpg" border="0" />Scandal picture-Ladies. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609220816779202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGex3dX5SYNK0lrZv9evMR7V3SweDuF3vefO0LAazMUqy9c1Q3a7JnTRAJqoGhNd-JvGr4HXQAPA2BO5SLlhr5xU-FCBKyK9z-qsDSpi19nmyXsUa06Gp0nt6OvZ-UTE76LQpIpt5zGKN/s320/n656587313_1126040_2053.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">The Guys.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269610198282911554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8lOMmF3us4vA5E76A9JA7us1pIujOs8u8OdQAvVhAoZhNtjRGLfAIdq-1Vu_inmt2vcRjio4EmrrelIh3OgwLwlgfWAmknxRYOwgRRk-fgfwZFyBcoMvprsgcNzRgVn7dgDZLB3E940Pi/s320/n656587313_1126041_2383.jpg" border="0" />Scandal picture- Guys.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269610202942010274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLmVzESk6UPoC9sSrzObk9QiM-4eYfqlm11xgn0nnVljZz5uB7ynNJNIq_KgdlU0DJ4bgU7FawMbd-e-BG_dL5F4jK0yHM0STtfJfv7LzYtN2dEoqfZwkJLjY6834XAiyX2INgDjACkl7m/s320/n656587313_1126127_7400%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">US!</p>Jenn Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514060288362430298noreply@blogger.com0