<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761</id><updated>2011-08-31T03:26:29.058+08:00</updated><category term='hugs'/><category term='i lost the reasons for having friends'/><category term='countless hugs'/><category term='God'/><category term='i love bee :)'/><category term='you said you miss me alot but you seem nonchalant..'/><category term='today i thought of the first time we met'/><category term='Life is a maze and love is a riddle'/><category term='i likeeeeee :)'/><category term='today i fell and i can&apos;t get up'/><category term='2 more days'/><category term='im going crazy'/><category term='than you.'/><category term='in timeeeeeee...'/><category term='421 posts'/><category term='eight :('/><category term='why did you have to give up?'/><category term='i want you back'/><category term='bye'/><category term='I seek for true friends.'/><category term='Happy birthday Renzo Tu Zhi Hao :)'/><category term='then what are friends for anyway?'/><category term='he still cares'/><category term='love is a path to the heart that knows its own way.'/><category term='t aviod lying / dont do things that needs t be cover up'/><category term='*hugs(:'/><category term='fuck life'/><category term='life is crap'/><category term='life is boring'/><category term='when will i see you again?'/><category term='sorry marshawn.'/><category term='nine :('/><category term='The best things in life don&apos;t come easy.'/><category term='i hate her'/><category term='i know ive gotta be happy'/><category term='i miss baby ):'/><category term='missed calls'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOHXINGHAO HONEYYYY'/><category term='i miss you.. alot'/><category term='happy birthday dad [:'/><category term='you&apos;ll never be replaced.'/><category term='im forgotten'/><title type='text'>Remember the name.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>601</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8244051140826686505</id><published>2009-01-02T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:53:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the place.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I'm writting here. Was feeling kinda' bored.. so here I am..&lt;br /&gt;Miss everything in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my old-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, this is an undeniable fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8244051140826686505?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8244051140826686505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8244051140826686505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8244051140826686505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8244051140826686505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-place.html' title='Back to the place.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4600841247920160674</id><published>2008-09-06T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:13:08.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visittt~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.michhelle.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.michhelle.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4600841247920160674?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4600841247920160674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4600841247920160674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4600841247920160674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4600841247920160674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/09/visittt.html' title='Visittt~'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-5182161811005436482</id><published>2008-09-04T21:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:50:06.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best things in life don&apos;t come easy.'/><title type='text'>It's this love that keeps us hanging on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL_vs_jakKI/AAAAAAAABlo/0n4HTwPkL7c/s1600-h/och04a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242172047535804578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL_vs_jakKI/AAAAAAAABlo/0n4HTwPkL7c/s400/och04a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We spend our whole lives telling ourselves that everything happens for a reason. When in reality, it's just that we give reasons for everything that happens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling very fucked up now. But whatever it is, this is gonna be a post with content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up super early at like 6 plus in the morning.. washed up and went to find loverboy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah blah blah then his mom asked us to eat our breakfast. So ate, went sub court by his mom's car. Waited then the same old thing happens~ on and on and on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught " Death race" at JE later with loverboy, his mom and bro. Story line was nice and meaningful.. abit violent though. But it's NC16.. so yea. Rating it 4/5 (: Go watch!! After the movie, his mom drove us home. Had some rest etc.. Ate dinner at his house and went home. I'm damn proud of myself because it's the first time I took the bus instead of cab home from his house.. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. I realised something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared to get too close to people. Whether its friends or whatever. It seems that everytime I get close to someone, they always have to go away. Maybe it's to teach me how that life goes on and how I shouldn't depend on people. Or maybe, I just trust the wrong people. Bring me back.. enlight me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something. You know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, we have to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL_vtQTA_cI/AAAAAAAABlw/k-SxbGXZRAE/s1600-h/och05a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242172052030422466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL_vtQTA_cI/AAAAAAAABlw/k-SxbGXZRAE/s400/och05a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lost. Lead me, will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, I'm determined, I'll fight.. no matter what happens because I believe, have faith and am craving for it. So, be with me love.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL_xOdEMqcI/AAAAAAAABl8/OPPFZIz8bGg/s1600-h/b119884369.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-5182161811005436482?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5182161811005436482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=5182161811005436482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5182161811005436482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5182161811005436482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-this-love-that-keeps-us-hanging-on.html' title='It&apos;s this love that keeps us hanging on.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL_vs_jakKI/AAAAAAAABlo/0n4HTwPkL7c/s72-c/och04a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-323692705891748476</id><published>2008-09-03T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:34:02.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is something special between two people that doesn't change or alter for anyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sRvEcFDI/AAAAAAAABk4/L5agGpRQop0/s1600-h/DSC_6627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241816436998673458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sRvEcFDI/AAAAAAAABk4/L5agGpRQop0/s400/DSC_6627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you. And that is the exact reason why I never gave up on you when everyone else said to stop trying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supppppp! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Went OCH for shoot early in the morning yo. Damn sleepyyy~&lt;br /&gt;The process of the shoot was fun.. creepy though. Was abit freaked out actually. Omg Michelle is so timid haha. Whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Natalie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sQVK84NI/AAAAAAAABkw/tbAMMl8NVXk/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241816412866797778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sQVK84NI/AAAAAAAABkw/tbAMMl8NVXk/s400/DSC01611.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos of OCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sPlI4ZoI/AAAAAAAABkY/ltSZEXgKA4A/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241816399973213826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sPlI4ZoI/AAAAAAAABkY/ltSZEXgKA4A/s400/DSC01616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sP8Paz0I/AAAAAAAABkg/Yj3cHgZUq44/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241816406174650178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sP8Paz0I/AAAAAAAABkg/Yj3cHgZUq44/s400/DSC01617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sQDcY_AI/AAAAAAAABko/eM17LPQbeIg/s1600-h/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241816408108104706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sQDcY_AI/AAAAAAAABko/eM17LPQbeIg/s400/DSC01618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tKeL8uOI/AAAAAAAABlA/zWNrmTET43U/s1600-h/och2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241817411719313634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tKeL8uOI/AAAAAAAABlA/zWNrmTET43U/s400/och2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tLRfVJEI/AAAAAAAABlI/sUpMdbmMm00/s1600-h/och3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241817425490814018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tLRfVJEI/AAAAAAAABlI/sUpMdbmMm00/s400/och3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tLW1RWYI/AAAAAAAABlQ/fxlcYn2tPXY/s1600-h/och4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241817426925017474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tLW1RWYI/AAAAAAAABlQ/fxlcYn2tPXY/s400/och4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tLhRZAuI/AAAAAAAABlY/e7-sFCXGwhw/s1600-h/och5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241817429727314658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tLhRZAuI/AAAAAAAABlY/e7-sFCXGwhw/s400/och5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tLvvnJcI/AAAAAAAABlg/FoblQnvBXN4/s1600-h/och6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241817433612166594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6tLvvnJcI/AAAAAAAABlg/FoblQnvBXN4/s400/och6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I wanted to take cab home but the damn place was THAT ulu till there isn't any cab..Ok, maybe it was early.. but no, it's freaking 11.30am already leh~ &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took bus to Tampines Station and I decided to take train instead of cab. I'm super proud of it okay! Hahha and bloody hell, took me one freaking hour to reach clementi. Imagine what I was doing on the train, &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;?! Was lucky enough that I remembered to bring my ear-piece along. *relieve*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept on the train for a while though.. Then, went home and rest. Slacked, watched tv, ate, slept etc etc. What do you expect when I'm all alone at home the whole time? :/&lt;br /&gt;Met my Loverboy for dinner after that! Ate, talked etc. Then I headed home and he's home already omg! HAHHAHAHA yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bottom line: couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else. but the big difference is that they don't let it bring them down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-323692705891748476?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/323692705891748476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=323692705891748476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/323692705891748476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/323692705891748476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-something-special-between-two.html' title='Love is something special between two people that doesn&apos;t change or alter for anyone.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SL6sRvEcFDI/AAAAAAAABk4/L5agGpRQop0/s72-c/DSC_6627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6431069535832056050</id><published>2008-09-02T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:57:15.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when we first met?</title><content type='html'>Something funny............&lt;br /&gt;Got it from I-D-K where. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) APPLICATION FOR A NIGHT OUT WITH THE BOYS&lt;br /&gt;Name of Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband: __________&lt;br /&gt;I request permission for a leave of absence from the highest authority in my life for the following period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: ____&lt;br /&gt;Time of departure: ____&lt;br /&gt;Time of return NOT to exceed: _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should permission be granted, I do solemnly swear to only visit the locations stated below, at the stated times. I agree to refrain from hitting on or flirting with other women. I shall not even speak to another female, except as expressly permitted in writing below. I will not turn off my mobile after two pints, nor shall I consume above the allowed volume of alcohol without first phoning for a taxi AND calling you for a verbal waiver of said alcohol allowance. I understand that even if permission is granted to go out, my girlfriend/fiancé/wife retains the right to be pissed off with me the following week for no valid reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amount of alcohol allowed (units) Beer ___ Wine ___ Liquor ___ Total ___&lt;br /&gt;Locations to be visited: From: ____ To: ____&lt;br /&gt;Females with whom conversation is permitted: _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT – STRIPPER CLAUSE: Not withstanding the female contact permitted above, I promise to refrain from coming within one hundred (100) feet of a stripper or exotic dancer. Violation of this Stripper Clause shall be grounds for immediate termination of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge my position in life. I know who wears the trousers in our relationship, and I agree it’s not me. I promise to abide by your rules &amp;amp; regulations. I understand that this is going to cost me a fortune in chocolates &amp;amp; flowers. You reserve the right to obtain and use my credit cards whenever you wish to do so. I hereby promise to take you on an unlimited shopping spree, should I not return home by the approved time. On my way home, I will not pick a fight with any stranger, nor shall I conduct in depth discussions with the said entity. Upon my return home, I promise not to urinate anywhere other than in the toilet. In addition, I will refrain from waking you up, breathing my vile breath in your face, and attempting to breed like a (drunken) rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare that to the best of my knowledge (of which I have none compared to my BETTER half), the above information is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed - Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband: ____&lt;br /&gt;Request is: APPROVED / DENIED (deleted one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decision is not negotiable. If approved, cut permission slip below and carry at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permission for my boyfriend/fiancé/husband to be away for the following period of time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: ___ Time of departure: ___ Time of return: ___&lt;br /&gt;Signed – Girlfriend/Fiancé/Wife: _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) APPLICATION FOR A NIGHT OUT WITH THE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of Girlfriend/Fiancé/Partner/Wife: ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: I’m going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed: (me) _____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people hahaha. Hilarious shit right? Girls rule man x:&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jeanna today :D Went Plaza Sing and had lunch at Ichiban Sushi (:&lt;br /&gt;Walked around after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved came to meet us and Jeanna headed to somewhere esle shortly after that. Had Starbucks then we went to Cine. Ate at Pasta Mania and saw Minji Feiyun and Cheryl lol. &lt;strong&gt;Minji!! I wanna goooo &gt;&lt; $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha never mind.... then we bought our tickets for "Wall-E" and walked around.. The movie's damn adorable can!! The sweet feeling is there lah.. but super unrealistic yet enjoyable I guess. (: Rating it 3/5. Go watch if you like cute stuffs. The next movie I wanna watch is Mirrrrrrorrr, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back home by bus after movie. Going OCH for shoot in the early morning tomorrow! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bye Earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- Didn't attend the Zouk event due to some personal reasons. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6431069535832056050?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6431069535832056050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6431069535832056050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6431069535832056050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6431069535832056050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-when-we-first-met.html' title='Remember when we first met?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8757243214848910952</id><published>2008-09-01T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:08:27.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to be loved by you. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLwC35JLkNI/AAAAAAAABkA/KYsiwaWvt2M/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241067225607803090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLwC35JLkNI/AAAAAAAABkA/KYsiwaWvt2M/s400/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yozza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with the book! (above) Spent a while reading it while I've got nothing to do.. Yeah I stayed at home (: Michelle is sucha good girl lahhhh, I know. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time using the com, reading book, read my Chem text. Hahah didn't know that Chem is os interesting and those that I should know, I only found out today. o.o That shows how slack I am, yea? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Beloved just now! :D&lt;br /&gt;Am glad that he's happy today hahah cuz I haven't been seeing him happy for i-d-k when ):&lt;br /&gt;So, he's happy, I'm happy too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I wanna go to Avril Lavigne's The Best Damn Tour!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eyeing on this for very long like since end of July but I forgot about it after a while&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLwCocHg-rI/AAAAAAAABjw/SMz_ZOOHK70/s1600-h/avril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241066960118151858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLwCocHg-rI/AAAAAAAABjw/SMz_ZOOHK70/s400/avril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I realised that the concert day(7th Spet) is arriving in like a weeks' time?!&lt;br /&gt;Omgomg and there's only the $105, $135 and $165 tickets left. ))))):&lt;br /&gt;So, if I were to buy two tickets to get someone to shake their ass of their stuff for 2 hours to accompany me there, it will cost me at least $250 (+) (-). &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not that rich to spend this amount of money to buy a ticket for a approx 1 and a half hour concert. But, the thing is &lt;strong&gt;IT'S AVRIL LAVIGNE LEH!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, never mind..&lt;br /&gt;Having an event at Zouk tomorrow and I need to be there for like 8 hours?! ): Cuz I have to reach at 1pm to get my hair and make up done by hair stylist and make up artiste. :/&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure it's gonna be damn funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I'm gonna skip training..But you can't blame me cuz training's at Toa Payoh tomorrow! It takes me one fucking hour to go there lehhhhhhh.. I'll be going on Friday instead. (i think) Since it's in the morning and hopefully doesn't clash with my afternoon plans. Yeaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightoo, till then! xoxo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLwS_kiFYNI/AAAAAAAABkQ/iwgir5kDF3g/s1600-h/DSC_6977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241084949700108498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLwS_kiFYNI/AAAAAAAABkQ/iwgir5kDF3g/s400/DSC_6977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLwCocHg-rI/AAAAAAAABjw/SMz_ZOOHK70/s1600-h/avril.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8757243214848910952?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8757243214848910952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8757243214848910952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8757243214848910952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8757243214848910952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-to-be-loved-by-you.html' title='Love to be loved by you. ♥'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLwC35JLkNI/AAAAAAAABkA/KYsiwaWvt2M/s72-c/DSC01602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-2620304515004981920</id><published>2008-08-31T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:40:29.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLrXR_872yI/AAAAAAAABjo/MoE8ZXcNJJE/s1600-h/1_953350040l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240737820623756066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLrXR_872yI/AAAAAAAABjo/MoE8ZXcNJJE/s400/1_953350040l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( group photo of 202'07 with General Lim! Miss this class so much ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi y'all! It's 1.06am now.. so as usual, I'm changing the time and date of this post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having sore throat now, I don't know why ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 12 today, washed up and went to beloved's house! He was still sleeping like a pig when I reached so I watched teevee with his mom lol. The show was damn funny hahaha I always watch comedies at his house on channel 62! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so he finally woke up at like 1.30pm and he went to wash up. Had some rest later on and as usual, talked (: I realised that we're always confusing ourselves/each other with our own thoughts.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind! Yeah, so after that ate chicken rice lol.. his maid was like "eat lah! i go make for you!" *take the plate and wash* omgomg haha. After that, went around his house area to slack while waiting for his dad. Around half an hour later, his dad reached and we went to some food court near Yuan Ching Road to have early dinner together with his brother, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn full haha. And his dad and brother was talking damn sacarstic-ly lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner, his dad drove us to Timah's IRC while he left. DOTA~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then cabbed home after that. (:&lt;br /&gt;Beloved suprised me with a Guess watch today ^^ It's really nice ok! Show you guys next time.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy cuz it's holidays!! :D But, still, I will have to study. Have to catch up on my Mathematics, Bio and Chem. ): I'm seeing like four F9s in my progress report :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle have to be persistent in her studies! Yesyes I know and I will. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omg I took like half an hour to write this post lol.&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, check out my linkage page and tell me if your url is wrong alright? Because I lost my updated links and I took back my old one and update a lil myself by my memory.. so, please tell me alright! So that I can link you up etc. Blogshop owners please don't hessitate too haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go for now Earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S some people are just so importunate zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-2620304515004981920?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2620304515004981920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=2620304515004981920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2620304515004981920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2620304515004981920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/09/gratified.html' title='Gratified'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLrXR_872yI/AAAAAAAABjo/MoE8ZXcNJJE/s72-c/1_953350040l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-2464631273710105042</id><published>2008-08-30T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:49:43.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addlepated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember me tonight, when you're asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time trying to edit my template.. right, Steph?&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at home the whole day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 12.30pm today.. wanted to go out, but my Dad stopped me cuz of events going on at home later in the evening. I really wanted to go out ): &lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2d3las.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a hong kong drama with Dad for almost the entire day and the drama is really nice and touching and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When A Dog Loves A Cat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLlbW0JUv8I/AAAAAAAABjg/YxnVA4PiM1w/s1600-h/20080730_212556_981.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLlbW0JUv8I/AAAAAAAABjg/YxnVA4PiM1w/s400/20080730_212556_981.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240320088935284674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is definitely a choice for the pet lovers! Especially dogs and cats lovers. The dogs in the drama are super adorable and the stuns they made are damn fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this auction thing going on at my house void deck and it's very noisy now! ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling very good currently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-2464631273710105042?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2464631273710105042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=2464631273710105042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2464631273710105042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2464631273710105042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/addlepated.html' title='Addlepated'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/2d3las_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6718540668241774637</id><published>2008-08-29T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:09:29.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my addiction.</title><content type='html'>A soulmate is like a best friend, but more. &lt;br /&gt;It's the one person in the world&lt;br /&gt;that knows you better than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;It's someone who makes you a better person.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually they don't make you a better person.&lt;br /&gt;You do that yourself,because they inspire you. &lt;br /&gt;A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. &lt;br /&gt;It's the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you. &lt;br /&gt;Before anyone else did or when no one else would. &lt;br /&gt;And no matter what happens.. &lt;br /&gt;you'll always love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLgZJo0TiXI/AAAAAAAABh8/ZB1mI4qD8mc/s1600-h/DSC_8790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLgZJo0TiXI/AAAAAAAABh8/ZB1mI4qD8mc/s400/DSC_8790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239965819811891570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy teachers' day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only had two periods today and I was sleeping away~&lt;br /&gt;After that was the teachers' day concert held at the school's hall. Was quite boring except for a few performances. Then, General Lim came back!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss him alot can?! And I'm glad that he still remembers me (:&lt;br /&gt;Was crapping and laughing like crazy people in the hall.. Anyway, Mrs Toh got the "Most Motherly Award". Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school ended, went to find beloved! Went home to changed etc and went to Timah -.- Freaking boring lor! Then went to eat.. Cabbed down to find Mathias and co after that at Wisma and we slacked here and there. Walked around town area and headed to Paradise centre. I HATE DOTA. ARGHH.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home after that.. Oh! Mrs Toh called my Mom lol. And said about my results stuffs ): Ok, whatever. I will study!! That I promise myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pissed off moments ago and till now, still abit pissed now. But whatever it is, I'm not gonna care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to say now..&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6718540668241774637?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6718540668241774637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6718540668241774637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6718540668241774637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6718540668241774637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-my-addiction.html' title='You&apos;re my addiction.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLgZJo0TiXI/AAAAAAAABh8/ZB1mI4qD8mc/s72-c/DSC_8790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7119542889772433984</id><published>2008-08-27T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:14:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My angel for a day</title><content type='html'>(It's like our inside joke.. except that it's not funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be that girl who is always on your mind.and when someone hugs you your wishing it was me.I want to be the girl who you search hard to find.I want be the girl you love too much to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLVvTdXzWuI/AAAAAAAABg0/TWPwBh8Hch4/s1600-h/DSC_6923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239216121608100578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLVvTdXzWuI/AAAAAAAABg0/TWPwBh8Hch4/s400/DSC_6923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scolding twice by teachers today omfggggggggggggggg. Arghh..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yea, I failed my history ): It's the first time I'm failing history! Tomorrow is humanities day and I'm feeling really relunctant to go to school cos I have to suffer four periods of humanities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we have to clear all the books and stuff under our table by friday. Fuck, my books and files and everything is under my table man.. how am I gonna bring that home alone!? Fucking hell.. ok.. I'm feeling very random now so pardon the way I'm typing cos I've got no idea what to write ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed for cheena lesson after school today. Had lunch at school's library cafe(yes my school have that) and was around 15 mins late for lesson. Yea, I know it's wrong to be late but fuck care cheena lah walaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. And that cheena effer scolded me for being late and not bringing the materials needed for the lesson. FYI, since sec 1 I've never been okay with her. I just don't know why the fuck she likes to pin-point me and find faults with me everytime. Shitzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ok whatever after lesson went library with Avril Ally and Weiling for 'detention' cos we were caught taking the lift at the wrong time when we're not suppose to. Yeah for that stupid lame thing we have to serve detention.. and Xinghao was suspended from class for like i-d-k how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got scolded for nothing again.. Remember I told you about that someone who spoke like some shitz during her presentation? Yeah, that someone was at the library and she just can't fucking shut her mouth and polluted the whole library unknowingly. Wtf she ever shouted(she's a librarian -.-) and called us(all in the library) to shut up lol. Then she said that we(the four of us) are looking down on NT students.. like wtf?! As if...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I said to my girls that we should speak proper english in a sacarstic tone cos we really couldn't get what that someone was talking about.. It's either she can't speak properly or she's speaking some alien language which obviously no one understands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, and I don't know why she's so fucking childish that she went to &lt;strong&gt;complain&lt;/strong&gt; to my form teacher after that and the four of us got scoldings from her. Wtf &lt;strong&gt;complain&lt;/strong&gt; is like so primary-school-days. Omg when will people grow up like seriously? She look totally like a fishball to me- with freaking thick skin. Fucked up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7119542889772433984?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7119542889772433984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7119542889772433984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7119542889772433984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7119542889772433984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-angel-for-day.html' title='My angel for a day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLVvTdXzWuI/AAAAAAAABg0/TWPwBh8Hch4/s72-c/DSC_6923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-5893068303777332042</id><published>2008-08-27T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:11:22.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the one and I can't let you go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm starting to crave new beginnings, brighter memories, and happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLQrGQJtHJI/AAAAAAAABgk/kM97i6u4MVU/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238859652953611410" style="CURSOR: hand" height="354" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLQrGQJtHJI/AAAAAAAABgk/kM97i6u4MVU/s400/DSC00272.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-5893068303777332042?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5893068303777332042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=5893068303777332042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5893068303777332042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5893068303777332042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-one-and-i-cant-let-you-go.html' title='You are the one and I can&apos;t let you go.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLQrGQJtHJI/AAAAAAAABgk/kM97i6u4MVU/s72-c/DSC00272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7939053343220969055</id><published>2008-08-25T21:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:19:37.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect imperfection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLNQhvZ6XI/AAAAAAAABgU/A-UXurmeg9I/s1600-h/DSC_6622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238475000404109682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLNQhvZ6XI/AAAAAAAABgU/A-UXurmeg9I/s400/DSC_6622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLJ9Into1I/AAAAAAAABgM/76VqLJSWjH4/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if faith wasn't enough, if the one I believe made and loves me is a wonderful story, but only make-believe, end me now. I'd rather die than live without.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently too much things stuffed in my mind.. I don't know ):&lt;br /&gt;Love is contradiction..That is very true. You feel differently then you really do. Take care in knowing your thoughts are for sure, and that your feelings are loving and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come with a conclusion plus summary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't think too much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't preempt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because it never gets easier, without the scar from before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, should really have a proper post today yea? (:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to a chatlet with my family. It's Bridget's 21st birthday!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this super big cake! Yeah, it's a cake! Look like sushi etc right. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEONjPm4I/AAAAAAAABfc/p-yMxTJ3OwY/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465065020005250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEONjPm4I/AAAAAAAABfc/p-yMxTJ3OwY/s400/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it cost freaking $200 for this. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had buffet and BBQ lol! Didn't eat much though.. but I sure felt fat after that. :/&lt;br /&gt;Reached home quite late that day and went straight to bed after that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLJ89ZzsjI/AAAAAAAABgE/Daz3te_7YCU/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238471365697450546" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLJ89ZzsjI/AAAAAAAABgE/Daz3te_7YCU/s400/DSC01538.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, cabbed to have a shoot in the morning then cabbed to meet Jeanna at her house and cabbed to Vivo. Lol ok I shall stop using the word 'cabbed'. Alright, then walked around and went Far East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to find Elaine and after that, Peiling. Chatted for quite long at Elaine's workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was raining really heavily when we're leaving.. So I thought of cabbing again lol. But the fucking queue was so long. But in the end I got the cab first don't ask me why. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sent her back to her place and I went off to find beloved (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEORdDX5I/AAAAAAAABfs/BZu7hRZiitg/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465066067779474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEORdDX5I/AAAAAAAABfs/BZu7hRZiitg/s400/DSC01568.JPG" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEOroZkGI/AAAAAAAABf0/2xT4GGBjjeA/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465073094692962" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEOroZkGI/AAAAAAAABf0/2xT4GGBjjeA/s400/DSC01570.JPG" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had back three of my tests- POA, Maths and English. Pass both except for Maths like duh'..&lt;br /&gt;But! I'm proud of myself cos I got 11/12 for POA :D On the other hand........ it's nothing because there were like 12 full marks in my class zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had lunch with Ally Weiling Avril and Xinghao Honey @ Macs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and honeyyyyyyyyyyyyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEOw2vPsI/AAAAAAAABf8/xhy9L2df8pg/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465074497011394" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEOw2vPsI/AAAAAAAABf8/xhy9L2df8pg/s400/DSC01577.JPG" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(seriously, there's nothing between the both of us. you'll understand if you know him :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went for training after that.. only had match with each other for the entire training. Was alright then.. honey waited for me :x lol no lah, he just didn't wanna go home so early so yeah. Went home by train with him. Amanda pang seh us ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, then he went off at Buona Vista and I had dinner with beloved at clementi (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna watch a doctumetary at Shaw near Bugis with the sec ones, twos and threes. Lol.. its the first event whereby we will be wearing school uni and watch movie with almost half the school. Omg, that place is so gonna be infested by purple. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Shall end with a happy face of mine! Don't get frightened yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEOLcyr2I/AAAAAAAABfk/x63s6HqLZbo/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465064456073058" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLEOLcyr2I/AAAAAAAABfk/x63s6HqLZbo/s400/DSC01563.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I will smile from my heart. And that will be the time when, nothing can stop us.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7939053343220969055?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7939053343220969055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7939053343220969055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7939053343220969055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7939053343220969055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfect-imperfection.html' title='Perfect imperfection.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SLLNQhvZ6XI/AAAAAAAABgU/A-UXurmeg9I/s72-c/DSC_6622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1937026310957795889</id><published>2008-08-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:02:03.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each moment is a place you have never been.</title><content type='html'>We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take a risk when we open our hearts because the truth is, if we open our hearts, we will get hurt. You can’t open your heart and not have some hurt because you’re in a human experience. Even if it’s the love of your life and you have many wonderful, deepening, growing, powerful years together, it’s a human experience and that person will pass over. Love takes courage. Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. A belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore, simply rise above the pain of the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. A celebration of the chance taken and the challenge that lies ahead. For two will always be stronger than one, like a team braced against the tempest civil world. And love will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality. Only an announcement to the world of feelings long held. Promises made long ago. In the sacred spaces of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back. But once in a while, people push on to something better, something found just beyond the pain of going it alone, and just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone in, or give someone a second chance, something beyond the quiet persistence of a dream. Because it's only when you're tested, that you discover who you are, that you discover who you can be. The person you can be does exist, beyond the hard work, faith, belief, and beyond the heartache, and fear of what lies ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end. For us, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1937026310957795889?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1937026310957795889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1937026310957795889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1937026310957795889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1937026310957795889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/each-moment-is-place-you-have-never.html' title='Each moment is a place you have never been.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-154808382274810415</id><published>2008-08-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:41:16.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will fight for us. We will work it out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(wrapped in your love, smiling almost close to perfection)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QM6iE7gI/AAAAAAAABec/TRQG2nTq8tA/s1600-h/spicetod001_38michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237352336967659010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QM6iE7gI/AAAAAAAABec/TRQG2nTq8tA/s400/spicetod001_38michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey y'all! Some photos of me and Nallur (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QhugeGOI/AAAAAAAABes/DN-sH-E7SCg/s1600-h/SDSC_6984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237352694516947170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QhugeGOI/AAAAAAAABes/DN-sH-E7SCg/s400/SDSC_6984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QMVffCpI/AAAAAAAABeM/O6_xAcqOG9w/s1600-h/spicetod001_62michnallX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237352327024675474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QMVffCpI/AAAAAAAABeM/O6_xAcqOG9w/s400/spicetod001_62michnallX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following two photos are damn funny lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QMho7luI/AAAAAAAABeU/5zacdJI8PGE/s1600-h/DSC_6976-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237352330285520610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QMho7luI/AAAAAAAABeU/5zacdJI8PGE/s400/DSC_6976-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super weird pose hhaha &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7SkLSDv-I/AAAAAAAABe0/ArJ7IAu66H4/s1600-h/1_962270093l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237354935624122338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7SkLSDv-I/AAAAAAAABe0/ArJ7IAu66H4/s400/1_962270093l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, we're not lesbians hhaa. Though the first photo made us looked like one..&lt;br /&gt;Realise my expressions have been improving! Hahha, making the photos more 'lively'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nallur and I can be really good friends (: Becuz we share the same thoughts I guess.. Despite the age gap between us (she's three years older), we can communicate well too.. Hahah! She's an asshole lah.. super adorable and fucking crazy. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, school as usual today. First period was P.E.. had my 2.4km run. Timing was 15.02mins. Fucking slow can?! Half of the time I was walking haha.. Omgggggg, I need to exercise more. Michelle is getting fat )): After the run, played volleyball for a while and went for cheena lesson. The run made me exhausted the whole day and I cannot concentrate in class lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn hungry anyway.. hhhaha ate during recess. (:&lt;br /&gt;I love reading period man!! Serious.. I used to hate it cos I have no interesting books to read lol. But now I have like so many books to read but no time for them! So, now I make good use of the 25 minutes and read throughout. Read another like 60+ pages of "P.S. I love you" today. In school and on the bus. Didn't read when I came back though.. too tired to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, assembly today was fucking hilarious man!! Omgomgomg. Someone mis-pronounced alot of words and the entire hall was laughing like crazy lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malacca = &lt;em&gt;Malaikat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(it's angel in malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Paul = &lt;em&gt;Steel Paul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christchurch = &lt;em&gt;Chrischurch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the funniest one is... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fieldworks = &lt;em&gt;Fireworks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah omg funny or not?! There're alot more but I can't really remember them already..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not try to mock at those who cannot read properly or whatsoever. But, the thing I cannot stand about the 'someone' is because she actually thinks that we're laughing becuz we're enjoying her presentation and, we were clapping becuz we like her. Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you know you're like supposed to speak properly when presenting especially like infront of the school and teachers etc.. But that 'someone' keeps speaking in a very.. "maybe you can read it yourself" manner y'know? And also adding her "lah"s and "lor"s. I mean like once or twice or thrice is acceptable but she practically added into all of her sentences omg! Seriously if you really cannot do it, just get with it and don't a fool of yourself infront of sooo many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will kill myself if I did something like this.. oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not need any lectures in my tagboard about this issue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. okay, I had Bio lesson after school today. Fucking hell.. I hate that fucking teacher seriously. I don't understand why I have to quarrel with him for almost all his lessons becuz of nothing or super minor issue. And worse still, he likes to give the 'i'm always right you dont freaking argue with me' look. Walao eh! So what if you're a teacher.. yeah of course I will respect you but if you don't even respect your students, how do you expect them to respect you? It's a two way thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better stop ranting.. Avril sent me one photo.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD AND LAUGH, 301 AND 302 PEOPLE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7cUM5rj4I/AAAAAAAABe8/QTagWLGxRto/s1600-h/DSC03949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237365656297115522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7cUM5rj4I/AAAAAAAABe8/QTagWLGxRto/s400/DSC03949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA! Ok.. ok.. ok.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos to share (:&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my messy hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QNoI6IqI/AAAAAAAABek/XF6UXprM5dI/s1600-h/DSC_66000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237352349210124962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QNoI6IqI/AAAAAAAABek/XF6UXprM5dI/s400/DSC_66000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7cUliafxI/AAAAAAAABfE/upH5itKSU0k/s1600-h/SDSC_6967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237365662910414610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7cUliafxI/AAAAAAAABfE/upH5itKSU0k/s400/SDSC_6967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QMAQVZzI/AAAAAAAABeE/Sr792Fsb0no/s1600-h/DSC_6606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237352321323984690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QMAQVZzI/AAAAAAAABeE/Sr792Fsb0no/s400/DSC_6606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I guess I have to stop the commosion(?) in my tagboard already. It's like bringing all of us nowhere and I'm sick and tired of listening to the same thing again and again yet nothing was done to it. I have my limits too.. Yeah, starting all the assumptions were hilarious and you guys think that you can bring me down? Haha, try harder next time. I don't really care about comments from people whom don't even fucking understand me at all.. Not even a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who judge me just by reading my blog.. assumming that they know every details about my life, know what I'm thinking of, what I've done everyday etc etc. I'm really tired of all your accusations of me neglecting Boonpeng's feelings and not treating him right when in the first place, I DID NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't really get the picture vivid enough yet, then don't fucking assume and comment on me. Well, I don't mind if you bother to &lt;strong&gt;ask&lt;/strong&gt; about it.. actually I would I appreciate if you people would ask and not assume.. I will be more than happy to answer and satisfy your curiousity regarding this issue but of course not some ridiculous questions lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I have to be open to negative comments. Yeah, I'm open to them and I don't really care about them either. Provided that what you commented on are facts.. Example like "wa michelle you're not pretty at all -.-" Yeah, at least this is still accepted becuz I know myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you say like "all along you dont even love bp" Wtf?! You're not me and you won't know how I feel. Lol.. I mean like, what brought you to this assumption? And the fact is that, I've loved him and I've treated him right. Ok, I may have not treated him really really nice like those super good girlfriend but at least I know I always try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He don't blame me for breaking up with him SO WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE TO BLAME ME? IT'S MY RELATIONSHIP, MY OWN BUSINESS.. WHY MUST YOU PEOPLE BE SO FUCKING JUDGEMENTAL AND ASSUME AND INTERFERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. seriously, what have this world become..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeee.. I'm off to watch volleyball now (:&lt;br /&gt;They're.. good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-154808382274810415?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/154808382274810415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=154808382274810415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/154808382274810415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/154808382274810415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-will-fight-for-us-we-will-work-it-out.html' title='I will fight for us. We will work it out.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK7QM6iE7gI/AAAAAAAABec/TRQG2nTq8tA/s72-c/spicetod001_38michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4467220904301806092</id><published>2008-08-21T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:25:27.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is a maze and love is a riddle'/><title type='text'>Push me out from the darkness to a sky that's coloured blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK16RnbnlkI/AAAAAAAABd8/widnnlNFXkM/s1600-h/SDSC_6967.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm afraid of time, I mean.. I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements and mistakes that everybody makes. You can't fix them without time. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots instead of movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fail my History and Maths after failing my Chem, Bio and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, try telling me how smart I am.. hur? Gosh.. seriously yes I know I have to start studying harder. I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was.. a fucking &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; day. I swear the feeling of being kept in suspense is unbearable.. super unbearable that I was so not myself for the first half of the day. I practically scribbled rubbish on my History answer sheet today. And Maths.. hahahahhaa that fucking shitz. I'm very very sure that I will flunk it lol. Minji gave me my super duper belated present today haha! Thanks girl (: Much appreciated and the letter that you wrote made me feel.. somehow, I don't know. I guess y'know how I felt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Cafe for lunch with Fel after school. Waited for Amanda after that and went training together with Wenyu. Training was boring as usual and I was ranting the entire time haha. Walked to station with Amanda after training and took the train home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm engross in this book called "PS I love you". Yeah, the one based on the movie. Haha! I didn't watch the movie though. But the book is good.. it's goood~ I've only read like 60+ plus pages only ): And I cried while reading it just now. It's really touching omg )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One happy photo for you people and I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK15aGFpJBI/AAAAAAAABd0/SQ5PGx3cM58/s1600-h/spicetod001_63smalrtwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236975430919595026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK15aGFpJBI/AAAAAAAABd0/SQ5PGx3cM58/s400/spicetod001_63smalrtwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this theory that the more important and intimate the emotion, the fewer the words are required to express it. For instance, in dating, "Will you go out with me?" Six words. "I think I care for you." Five words. "You matter to me." Four words. "I love you." Three words. "Marry me." Two words. So what's left? What's the most important and intimate word you can ever say to somebody? It's "goodbye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4467220904301806092?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4467220904301806092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4467220904301806092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4467220904301806092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4467220904301806092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/push-me-out-from-darkness-to-sky-thats.html' title='Push me out from the darkness to a sky that&apos;s coloured blue.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SK15aGFpJBI/AAAAAAAABd0/SQ5PGx3cM58/s72-c/spicetod001_63smalrtwin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1755695077667590057</id><published>2008-08-20T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:46:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a lot to learn how to fly with such a heavy heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKwuIDO1cuI/AAAAAAAABds/klTm0dLLg8s/s1600-h/spicetod001_43michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236611182566404834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKwuIDO1cuI/AAAAAAAABds/klTm0dLLg8s/s400/spicetod001_43michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am who I am because of you. You are my every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had. And no matter what happens to us in the future, every day spent with you will be the greatest moments of my life.. I will always be yours and it's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will stay strong and persevere.. no matter what happens (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1755695077667590057?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1755695077667590057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1755695077667590057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1755695077667590057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1755695077667590057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-takes-lot-to-learn-how-to-fly-with.html' title='It takes a lot to learn how to fly with such a heavy heart'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKwuIDO1cuI/AAAAAAAABds/klTm0dLLg8s/s72-c/spicetod001_43michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3331877079728286943</id><published>2008-08-19T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:15:42.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters more than you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Heng Weiling! I love you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(honoured or not?! see your name here, in my blog in the largest font! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup people! I've got something hilarious for you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;a href="http://benglish.kennysia.com/?add=http://www.struckedbylove.blogspot.com" target="_parent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swear you won't regret it hahaha! Omg its fucking funny and interesting can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna try out with your blog too, just go to this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://benglish.kennysia.com/"&gt;http://benglish.kennysia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, enter your own blog url and ta-dah! Hahahha, go ahead a laugh your ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, basically my day started off well. Oh and I bought this cute thang this morning before heading to school at commonwealth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a ez-link card sticker hahha! And its ELMO LEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKrTmd7m9wI/AAAAAAAABdk/VOkRR0kUVbk/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236230174594758402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKrTmd7m9wI/AAAAAAAABdk/VOkRR0kUVbk/s400/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute or not!!!!! HAHA. And Elmo loves me not you! :P&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. school was boring ): I failed my Bio test omg ):&lt;br /&gt;I got 10.5/25. Two more marks only leh...... walao. I guess I'm failing all for this month's progress report. &lt;em&gt;DIE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cheena oral after school today! The conversation topic was about bring your own plastic bag to shopping to recycle blah blah.. and it was damn dumb ): I kept speaking English man omg.. and the reading was....... like shit. I kept reading wrongly lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind! Because the teacher who tested me was ZHENG XIUMIN(my formal cheena teacher for 3 fucking years) and I CANNOT STAND HER!! &gt;:@ Supposingly, we should go for our 2.4km run(for the re-test people..for me cuz' i didn't go for the first run).. but because we got lazy and my p.e teacher said that we can run during p.e class or something.. so yea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save my trouble! Haha.. went hawker with Weiling Avril and Ally. Ate a lil and talked. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;After which, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKrTRz8VZkI/AAAAAAAABdU/zHh1dXEVfSM/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKrTR1RlkOI/AAAAAAAABdM/LLWAerDu7wY/s1600-h/DSC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229820083704034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKrTR1RlkOI/AAAAAAAABdM/LLWAerDu7wY/s400/DSC00258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3331877079728286943?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3331877079728286943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3331877079728286943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3331877079728286943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3331877079728286943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-matters-more-than-you.html' title='What matters more than you?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKrTmd7m9wI/AAAAAAAABdk/VOkRR0kUVbk/s72-c/DSC01533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-2159255342376113977</id><published>2008-08-18T22:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:53:31.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your loving hands to come and pick me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know it's been said that we just don't recognize the significant moments of our lives while they are happening. We grow complacent with ideas, or things or people and we take them for granted and it's usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you've realized how wrong you've been, that you've realized how much you need it, how much you love it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! =D&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I've been writting a meaningful paragraph/quote on the starting of my entries? That's to make people realise and understand things.. at least for me it is. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll.. I have a bad news! &lt;em&gt;I have alot of photos and I hope they don't hurt your eyes! But in addition, you guys can see pretty girls (not referring to myself!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the photos taken yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty Leyee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCMnJKsHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/ScQahwlIxGE/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859194972385394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCMnJKsHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/ScQahwlIxGE/s400/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCM1lCr_I/AAAAAAAABaE/4wgh83_vwoc/s1600-h/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859198847397874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCM1lCr_I/AAAAAAAABaE/4wgh83_vwoc/s400/DSC01519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCNJ0w06I/AAAAAAAABaM/uXj-0J9sfyg/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859204282045346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCNJ0w06I/AAAAAAAABaM/uXj-0J9sfyg/s400/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty Nallur! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCNJdKxRI/AAAAAAAABaU/dCc2bcEV2Ww/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859204183082258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCNJdKxRI/AAAAAAAABaU/dCc2bcEV2Ww/s400/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCNQAuJ2I/AAAAAAAABac/P_YfIlkHVrI/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859205942814562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCNQAuJ2I/AAAAAAAABac/P_YfIlkHVrI/s400/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmDmRQRxyI/AAAAAAAABbU/sNn_oZJQNcY/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860735284856610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmDmRQRxyI/AAAAAAAABbU/sNn_oZJQNcY/s400/DSC01529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty and hilarious Natalie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCjktmfnI/AAAAAAAABas/TtKbdlv6vY8/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859589456887410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCjktmfnI/AAAAAAAABas/TtKbdlv6vY8/s400/DSC01524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty and petite and sweet Charlotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCj7NK7uI/AAAAAAAABa0/HfP29FCIWfo/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859595494878946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCj7NK7uI/AAAAAAAABa0/HfP29FCIWfo/s400/DSC01525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCj9hREcI/AAAAAAAABa8/39vi3E3VaZw/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859596116038082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCj9hREcI/AAAAAAAABa8/39vi3E3VaZw/s400/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty Celia! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCj35PCeI/AAAAAAAABbE/RLK5Y_hhw0c/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859594605955554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCj35PCeI/AAAAAAAABbE/RLK5Y_hhw0c/s400/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha then all the photos with Leyee! She's the first one who I spoke to out of the five. Lollol&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is shy oneeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmDms6ZXsI/AAAAAAAABbc/euPPzID1Q3s/s1600-h/DSC03848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860742709272258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmDms6ZXsI/AAAAAAAABbc/euPPzID1Q3s/s400/DSC03848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmDm0762MI/AAAAAAAABbk/5EIPi7t1vnk/s1600-h/DSC03849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860744863144130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmDm0762MI/AAAAAAAABbk/5EIPi7t1vnk/s400/DSC03849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmDnHkAqzI/AAAAAAAABbs/DN0j5mkNzjA/s1600-h/reiee!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860749863136050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmDnHkAqzI/AAAAAAAABbs/DN0j5mkNzjA/s400/reiee!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFJmb1ZKI/AAAAAAAABb0/d1GIQnfGPko/s1600-h/DSC03854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235862441777521826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFJmb1ZKI/AAAAAAAABb0/d1GIQnfGPko/s400/DSC03854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFJ3dmuAI/AAAAAAAABb8/ocmXcmRhIsM/s1600-h/DSC03855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235862446348351490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFJ3dmuAI/AAAAAAAABb8/ocmXcmRhIsM/s400/DSC03855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(look at my tan mark! ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Edwin's car. I look very kiddy beside her leh ):&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that she's only one year older than me(for real!).. Yah lah, I know I have the baby face. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFKBY0bZI/AAAAAAAABcE/HlzAJP434-g/s1600-h/DSC03869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235862449012632978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFKBY0bZI/AAAAAAAABcE/HlzAJP434-g/s400/DSC03869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFKFNdDWI/AAAAAAAABcM/XEF1bSla5is/s1600-h/DSC03870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235862450038705506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFKFNdDWI/AAAAAAAABcM/XEF1bSla5is/s400/DSC03870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFKYCuEeI/AAAAAAAABcU/yfqIUrM2dQg/s1600-h/DSC03871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235862455093957090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmFKYCuEeI/AAAAAAAABcU/yfqIUrM2dQg/s400/DSC03871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmM1r3aQcI/AAAAAAAABdE/3Dv_QSXJ64E/s1600-h/DSC03873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235870895730999746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmM1r3aQcI/AAAAAAAABdE/3Dv_QSXJ64E/s400/DSC03873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my just-woke-up-face cos' I was damn tired as I woke up @ like 6.30am!&lt;br /&gt;Ryan gave me a wake up call at 5.50am OMG.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual today.. I failed both my maths and chem test ):&lt;br /&gt;But!!!!! It was better than what I expected.. Because I missed school for three days in a row last week.. and all the important stuffs for the test were taught that few days. Which means that I can't really catch up with the work especially for maths.. Aiya.. maths suck ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh, and I have vocab test tomorrow. Fucking 250 words to memorise plus learn and get familiar with them. Wtf!! All the tests are coming already. I'm so dead ):&lt;br /&gt;Had POA test today too.. I know how to do one leh!!! Then I did the opposite way which means that yes, the answer did appear in my paper but I wrote at the wrong column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't know if you never take POA!- (for the bank reconciliation statement we're supposed to start with the bank balance at the end but i started with the balance carry down!! and which the one where i need to subtrate, i added and the one i need to add, i substrated. yea, yea, dumb.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhhh... after school had lunch with Honey, Yanling, Meijuan and Fid! Then Maykuan (my daughter lol!) came to join us :D Ate and slack and chilllllllll.. then we started singing song like crazy. Especially Sohxinghao! Omg omg and he's always out of tune as usuall.... x:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2.4km run and Cheena oral tomorrow. Suckkkkkkkasssss. ):&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very stressed up because of studies recently.. adding on to the stress on personal stuffs, I really cannot take it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promise my friends I will smileeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is a cheerful girl right! :D *jumps around with elation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more group shoot pictures before I go (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia, Leyee, Nat, Nallur, Ryan, Me and Charlotte! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmHXX0BRHI/AAAAAAAABck/6QxFAVu23YE/s1600-h/1_522036363l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235864877393855602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmHXX0BRHI/AAAAAAAABck/6QxFAVu23YE/s400/1_522036363l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia, Leyee, Me, Ryan, Charlotte, Nallur and Nat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmHXSeFz7I/AAAAAAAABcs/olzRzHqchAk/s1600-h/1_673776941l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235864875959701426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmHXSeFz7I/AAAAAAAABcs/olzRzHqchAk/s400/1_673776941l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Earthlings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-2159255342376113977?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2159255342376113977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=2159255342376113977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2159255342376113977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2159255342376113977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-your-loving-hands-to-come-and.html' title='I need your loving hands to come and pick me up.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKmCMnJKsHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/ScQahwlIxGE/s72-c/DSC01517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1115294850535796166</id><published>2008-08-17T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:34:59.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable.</title><content type='html'>(&lt;strong&gt;Everything's gonna be alright.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKg2bZd9vPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/GPh5iDcQyTs/s1600-h/DSC_8897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235494411139136754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKg2bZd9vPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/GPh5iDcQyTs/s400/DSC_8897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I look like shitz. Hahahha, I'm the one in the center lollol. Too short!! ):&lt;br /&gt;Made so many new friends today haha. More pictures will be up tomorrow. Go to go for now.&lt;br /&gt;Love you people! Muah muah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't miss out the fun in my tagboard HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't really explain why I love him, I can't explain why I love anyone. It's not possible. But I can put as much of a reason to some of it as possible. It's hard not to love someone that takes away all the pain you've ever felt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1115294850535796166?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1115294850535796166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1115294850535796166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1115294850535796166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1115294850535796166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/unpredictable.html' title='Unpredictable.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKg2bZd9vPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/GPh5iDcQyTs/s72-c/DSC_8897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6843631595055738032</id><published>2008-08-16T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:42:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me just what you want me to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKbzissg24I/AAAAAAAABZs/v8A_laLcmi0/s1600-h/j9x6i9.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKbpEgAbPOI/AAAAAAAABZk/sPjpsmozoEk/s1600-h/Emptiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235127880385248482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKbpEgAbPOI/AAAAAAAABZk/sPjpsmozoEk/s400/Emptiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in love with you. I apologize for the blunt delievery, but as problematic as this fact may be, I am in love with you. And I'm not feeling this because you're leaving(may be) and not because it feels good to feel this way, which, by the way, it does. I can't figure out the mathematics of this. I just know I love you. And I really really do, my dear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha! I planned not to blog today because I stayed at home for almost the entire day but oh well, I'm bored!! Anyway, my fever had subsided. Which means that yeah, I'm feeling better &lt;em&gt;but &lt;/em&gt;I'm still having flu and it's getting worse ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao! I stared at my computer screen for 15 minutes and I don't know what to write ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*blank stares at blank pages*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK LAH OK LAH I END HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY I OFFICIALLY STATE HERE THAT I HATE SOCCER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;:@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w193/cositsyou/j9x6i9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6843631595055738032?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6843631595055738032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6843631595055738032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6843631595055738032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6843631595055738032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-me-just-what-you-want-me-to-be.html' title='Tell me just what you want me to be.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKbpEgAbPOI/AAAAAAAABZk/sPjpsmozoEk/s72-c/Emptiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8956842918884446588</id><published>2008-08-15T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:47:41.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrect my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Faith and perserverance against all odds)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well oh well..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8956842918884446588?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8956842918884446588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8956842918884446588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8956842918884446588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8956842918884446588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/resurrect-my-heart.html' title='Resurrect my heart.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6803222063121642383</id><published>2008-08-14T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:02:53.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn with every goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKRECfZ7EGI/AAAAAAAABZc/SNLCvhK0uYU/s1600-h/IMG_7757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234383476492013666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKRECfZ7EGI/AAAAAAAABZc/SNLCvhK0uYU/s400/IMG_7757.JPG" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKRDZ3la8cI/AAAAAAAABZU/-DHodaFqhiM/s1600-h/IMG_7647.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(When you cry I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears I held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm down with flu and fever amd headaches ): Omg.. I've been falling sick like crazy these days. Something must be wrong with my body.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have math and chem tests tomorrow. Two killer subject for me! I did some math just now and I &lt;strong&gt;guess&lt;/strong&gt; I've understood abit but I'm still very weak in it. Don't mention Chem cos I know nuts about it and I've got nothing to refer to. Yeah, I'm going school tomorrow. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea, there's 2.4km run after school tomorrow and I'm not going cos I'm sick like duh'. I went for training today anyway.. after like one and a half week. It was boring though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch with Felicia and Avril before heading to training. Felicia and I both miss the sec one times haha! Cos' the both of us were like the best player then.. and now my skills dropped like abcdefg. Oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life hasn't been really good to me.. accept for one thing. You dont always get what you want in life but if you try hard for something, you may get what you need.. So! Michelle is gonna try hard to get what she wants :D Yeah I'm motivated man, first time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came across this quote.. any special feelings or thoughts when you read it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You change for two reasons; either you learn enough that you want to, or you've been hurt enough that you have to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye Earthlings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6803222063121642383?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6803222063121642383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6803222063121642383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6803222063121642383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6803222063121642383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/learn-with-every-goodbye.html' title='Learn with every goodbye.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKRECfZ7EGI/AAAAAAAABZc/SNLCvhK0uYU/s72-c/IMG_7757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4019477087924288601</id><published>2008-08-13T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:11:48.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism is the foundation of courage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKLwZNVY4_I/AAAAAAAABY8/G7PeZUsJx30/s1600-h/K02_7201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234010032824706034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKLwZNVY4_I/AAAAAAAABY8/G7PeZUsJx30/s400/K02_7201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, it's chaotic,and it's never, never ever the thing you'd expect. It's okay to be scared, but you can not allow your fears to turn you into an asshole. Not when it comes to the people that love you, that need you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. is a boring day. Today.. I've realised alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING RETARDED! (stephanie's photography skills.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKLyuJEV3AI/AAAAAAAABZE/ZHkzhpdEi3U/s1600-h/0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234012591479970818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKLyuJEV3AI/AAAAAAAABZE/ZHkzhpdEi3U/s400/0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shitzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, I wanted to emo for a while and reflect upon myself but... something's sounding in my mind making me happy! LOLLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*inserts retarted face*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm bored ):&lt;br /&gt;I was trying &lt;em&gt;SOOOOO FUCKING HARD&lt;/em&gt; to practice my maths just now and wtf?! I got all wrong leh fucking hell. Yeah, something must be wrong with my fucking brains. Walao eh I feel so sad now. I'll fail my maths test on this coming Friday manz, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I heard this from the news. There was this car accident that happpened on don't know when lah, few days back I think.. Four cars banged into each other and fortunately, none of the drivers were injured. But the interesting thing was that their birthdates were- 6/6, 7/7, 8/8, 9/9 repectively. Omfg right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhhhh, I want this bag! Who wanna buy for me? I will blow you hundreds of kisses. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKL3woPBKaI/AAAAAAAABZM/emFGHL---DA/s1600-h/wetseal_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234018131764128162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKL3woPBKaI/AAAAAAAABZM/emFGHL---DA/s400/wetseal_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking pretty hor? :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm alright.. I'm fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4019477087924288601?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4019477087924288601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4019477087924288601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4019477087924288601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4019477087924288601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/optimism-is-foundation-of-courage.html' title='Optimism is the foundation of courage.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKLwZNVY4_I/AAAAAAAABY8/G7PeZUsJx30/s72-c/K02_7201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-362245762603853010</id><published>2008-08-12T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:17:34.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not afraid of heights; I'm afraid of falling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(It's sad when people you know become people you knew. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How you used to be able to talk for hours and now you can barely look at them.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@11:17PM&lt;br /&gt;(refer to my post title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinghao says:I'm not afraid of heights; I'm afraid of falling.- (honey)i will be your rope ~&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANASAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yozza hello wello Earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and, nothing seems to keep me busy for more than 10 minutes ):&lt;br /&gt;And you know when I'm bored, I will think more and at the same time, kill more of my brain cells, makes me think too much and worse, have headaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully blogging can occupy me for a while, no? Ok.. I just recieved a call few seconds ago and it made me feel sad, disappointed, angry etc etc ): It's okay.. because Michelle is understanding. At times at least lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school today. ):&lt;br /&gt;I hate school haha. Ok seriously who don't? Who don't wanna take a break?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can settle myself down, solve all my problems and I swear everything will be aside and I will focus on my studies. But the thing is that I can't.. I can actually. But my parents won't allow obviously. If I stop studying, it'll be permanent for me. Which is of course a route that I won't wanna walk lahh.. like duh'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have this pastoral care project thingy which is to make a card or something to show appreciation to a person. Then I didn't do! Lol so I just rushed through in classsssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me present to you my 10mins art work lol!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGePfXh45I/AAAAAAAABYc/8lRVR7myHMU/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638230936642450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGePfXh45I/AAAAAAAABYc/8lRVR7myHMU/s400/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGePm74obI/AAAAAAAABYk/IvSp91roWE0/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638232968176050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGePm74obI/AAAAAAAABYk/IvSp91roWE0/s400/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wrote to Bryan haha! Because I cannot find anyone to write to and since he was rushing through too, we agreed to write for each other lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, his work! At least quater or half of it is down by me lah okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGergINUjI/AAAAAAAABYs/XLi6CKKHXrs/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638712177152562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGergINUjI/AAAAAAAABYs/XLi6CKKHXrs/s400/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGeriV1VYI/AAAAAAAABY0/mZX-yYkKGY4/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638712771171714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGeriV1VYI/AAAAAAAABY0/mZX-yYkKGY4/s400/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the message part we were crapping around lol. SIGH..... I WANT A BEST FRIEND ):&lt;br /&gt;I have close friends like everyone but I want a &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt;! I used to have one but as time goes by we drifted apart ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! I wanna go for a haircut cos I simply cannot stand my fringe anymore! Especially in school when I tried to do my work my fucking hair just keep swinging and blowing here and there. wtf!&lt;br /&gt;But! I don't dare to go and cut cos I'm afraid it'll turn out like shitz. Ahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea which is to pin up my fringe to school but I look like... an idiot -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGePHDK7-I/AAAAAAAABYU/qJC7i4Tl1hY/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638224408801250" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGePHDK7-I/AAAAAAAABYU/qJC7i4Tl1hY/s400/DSC01485.JPG" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh! See that? Ok, whatever I think that it's the best choice for now. It's school anyway, who cares how you look like right? But I wanna feel good leh..... how?!&lt;br /&gt;When I don't pin up, I look like an one-eye freak like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGeOvGI5cI/AAAAAAAABYM/DvHjl-Q5eCI/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638217978799554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGeOvGI5cI/AAAAAAAABYM/DvHjl-Q5eCI/s400/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;Headache lah!&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run for Napha is coming soon.. which means my D.D is coming soon! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGeOiOvFzI/AAAAAAAABYE/eQTilhu7QhU/s1600-h/K02_7131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638214525196082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGeOiOvFzI/AAAAAAAABYE/eQTilhu7QhU/s400/K02_7131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of pretending to be happy all the time, I'm sick of having to cheer everyone up when I can barely stand getting up in the morning. It just doesnot seem fair anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-362245762603853010?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/362245762603853010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=362245762603853010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/362245762603853010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/362245762603853010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-sad-when-people-you-know-become.html' title='I&apos;m not afraid of heights; I&apos;m afraid of falling.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SKGePfXh45I/AAAAAAAABYc/8lRVR7myHMU/s72-c/DSC01491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8801197179685961697</id><published>2008-08-11T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:09:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of pretending to be happy all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CYNTHIA I KNOW YOU'LL BE READING.. PLEASE FUCKING TAKE NOTE THAT, YOU DONT HAVE TO FUCKING READ FURTHER DOWN COS' YOU WON'T FUCKING FIND OUT ANYTHING TO TELL MOM LAH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I hate most is saying goodbye. It has never been easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how do you approach the concept of goodbye? They are all different.. some are&lt;br /&gt;for a day, others are for a month, and then there are the goodbyes that mean &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And forever is so hard to comprehend. I mean, it's like, "Hey, I'm never going to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye." It doesn't feel complete. But I think that's what goodbyes are. They're incomplete and you honestly have no idea how long it's going to last. It's just another part of life.. Please do not tell me goodbyes unnecessarily.. unless you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning to let go, to forgive, to forget grudges, to trust, to hope and to believe the impossible. I'm learning even harder how to live, to love and to be loved. Don't ask me why if I can still smile so vibrantly.. I smile because when I cry, it doesn’t help. When I cry all it does is make people ask me if I'm okay. I would love nothing more than to punch these people in the face. I'm sitting here, crying, but yes, I'm perfectly happy. I mean, come on. Give me a break. Obviously if I'm fucking crying, it means that I’m not fine.. right?! Haha, but don't worry..I didn't cry though I do cry very easily because I'm someone who is very sentimental. FYI, I get very very bad headaches after I cry. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stop saying "it's sucha pity that the both of you broke up". It's better for us this way. Yeah, and my mom is so ever naggy because she cannot stop asking me what happened. Like hello? I'm fine standing right infront of you and not crying like some stupid person.. I'M OKAY.. BUT THE MORE YOU ASK THE MORE YOU MAKE ME FEEL WORSE DO YOU PEOPLE FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you people are concern, but please, don't ask..AND YES I WAS THE ONE WHO ASKED FOR THE BREAK-UP NOT HIM, BUT DOES THAT REALLY MATTERS? I MEAN LIKE, NO MATTER WHO ASKED WHO FOR THE BREAK-UP IT'S THE SAME. YES, MAYBE THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED MAY FEEL BETTER THAN THE OTHER PARTY BUT HELLO? BOTH STILL FEEL SAD RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh just feeel like giving those who asked a fucking slap on their face. &lt;em&gt;WALAO EH PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME FEEL WORSE LAH OK?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, I'm feeling as worse as you can imagine right now. Please, leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8801197179685961697?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8801197179685961697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8801197179685961697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8801197179685961697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8801197179685961697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sick-of-pretending-to-be-happy-all.html' title='I&apos;m sick of pretending to be happy all the time.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-9193847355982858141</id><published>2008-08-10T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:51:38.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is when all things comes to an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ8KwzMr9nI/AAAAAAAABX0/XdYsEh-bwGU/s1600-h/K02_7211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232913125521225330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ8KwzMr9nI/AAAAAAAABX0/XdYsEh-bwGU/s400/K02_7211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like today. Because it suck..&lt;br /&gt;I have to solve all my problems ASAP. Cuz I hate to drag.. I hate to drag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDzyWAaoBAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDzyWAaoBAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing this fucking video that Bryan showed me, I feeel like killing myself with guitar strings.. because this korean is only 12 years old. Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;사방새키!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ8KxEE-UHI/AAAAAAAABX8/U-rXFs858nE/s1600-h/K02_7103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232913130052276338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ8KxEE-UHI/AAAAAAAABX8/U-rXFs858nE/s400/K02_7103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-9193847355982858141?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9193847355982858141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=9193847355982858141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9193847355982858141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9193847355982858141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-when-all-things-comes-to-end.html' title='This is when all things comes to an end.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ8KwzMr9nI/AAAAAAAABX0/XdYsEh-bwGU/s72-c/K02_7211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1608829146772852962</id><published>2008-08-09T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:26:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna move on and forget about everything.</title><content type='html'>Hi people.. I guess I have to write a decent post right? (:&lt;br /&gt;Let me blog about yesterday first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;8th August, Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Weiling and Honey in the morning and went to school. Thought we will be seeing the parade outside class or something but the upper sec students have to report to hall to see the prize presentation thingy. It was freaking hot lah!! I was sweating like crazy lol. So, we watched the parade thru some live camera thingy yea.. It was damn funny cos there was lots of candid moves and stuffs. The funniest part was- Ally's face!! Hahhahha Weiling and I was laughing like crazy. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had the concert for National Day Celebration. Was alright and.. guess what? There was this performance by the Japanese and OMG this freaking handsome + cute + hot guy was standing right above me! Hahahha alot of us girls was crazily shouting and looking at him lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-X7EZtI/AAAAAAAABWM/3VN40GTbA2g/s1600-h/DSC04067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232532927694530258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-X7EZtI/AAAAAAAABWM/3VN40GTbA2g/s400/DSC04067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the unclear picture. He cannot stop moving!! After the celebration and stuffs, Weiling, Stephanie and I went to look for that guy to take his email or at least take a photo with him but to no avail! Then we were told that they had went to the airport. ): Weiling was so so sad! Hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that went Mac for breakfast with Weiling, Steph, Maykuan my adorable daughter, Xinghao the honey(star), Yanling, Zoe and dar(lol), Avril, Edward and Ally. After which, bused home with Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at mac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-v8vsrI/AAAAAAAABWU/BHPjyLc8IiM/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232532934144012978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-v8vsrI/AAAAAAAABWU/BHPjyLc8IiM/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes he's a gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-qkparI/AAAAAAAABWc/wa3DJkQwrgE/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232532932700760754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-qkparI/AAAAAAAABWc/wa3DJkQwrgE/s400/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-xWQUuI/AAAAAAAABWk/znbOdWe138M/s1600-h/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232532934519444194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-xWQUuI/AAAAAAAABWk/znbOdWe138M/s400/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i have no idea why he opened his eyes so wide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-4Q9rSI/AAAAAAAABWs/wFtQuKhsZLg/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232532936376298786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-4Q9rSI/AAAAAAAABWs/wFtQuKhsZLg/s400/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yQohBkaI/AAAAAAAABW0/scIMQt3Cgbo/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232534340897968546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yQohBkaI/AAAAAAAABW0/scIMQt3Cgbo/s400/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yQt_6HuI/AAAAAAAABW8/EXEqXjt0Ozk/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yQ5GPNHI/AAAAAAAABXE/PRdw2ApdyXk/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232534345349018738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yQ5GPNHI/AAAAAAAABXE/PRdw2ApdyXk/s400/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yea dont stop looking @ his pimple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yQ_KhQqI/AAAAAAAABXM/dVAgKcAfv00/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232534346977591970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yQ_KhQqI/AAAAAAAABXM/dVAgKcAfv00/s400/DSC01453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yRIENpFI/AAAAAAAABXU/Goq0KAjygd8/s1600-h/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232534349367059538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2yRIENpFI/AAAAAAAABXU/Goq0KAjygd8/s400/DSC01454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know it's retarded, you dont have to remind me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2y70ab_iI/AAAAAAAABXc/WvH-XGeNLG0/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535082825940514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2y70ab_iI/AAAAAAAABXc/WvH-XGeNLG0/s400/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out with Weiling, Ally and Steph but last minute didn't. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Met Renzoooooooo and went Plaza Sing.. Gai gai then met Weekiat (: Arcade then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;9th August, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2y8I9DWVI/AAAAAAAABXk/vA0ZcxLILMo/s1600-h/K02_7105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535088339835218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2y8I9DWVI/AAAAAAAABXk/vA0ZcxLILMo/s400/K02_7105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day and Happy Birthday Singapore! (;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice day spent @ Marina Square with Renzo and later in the evening, with Weekiat and co a while before heading back home. Caught "Fate" and I'm rating it 2.5/5 only. Becuz it's damn violent ): Yeah, can't blame cos it's NC16. The whole movie just potrayed the image that, money is the cause of all evil lah. &lt;em&gt;This one kill this one, that one kill that one&lt;/em&gt;, then in the end everyone died except for one which is the most cunning but at the same time smart one lor- which ofcuz took all the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to clarify that, I've broke up with Boonpeng. I know you guys will be pushing all the blame to me. I know. But I wanna tell you people that, please do not &lt;strong&gt;judge&lt;/strong&gt;. Becuz you people don't have the right to, neither do you guys know the whole story. But I wanna say that, it's not becuz of Renzo. &lt;strong&gt;It's not. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, I've really enjoyed the times I had with Boonpeng. But we no longer have the time for each other.. and he longer cares about how I feel. I'm tired.. so is he. I guess it's better for us this way than to keep dragging.. yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2y8kmpAvI/AAAAAAAABXs/b9aCLtglGh0/s1600-h/K02_7241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535095762027250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2y8kmpAvI/AAAAAAAABXs/b9aCLtglGh0/s400/K02_7241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1608829146772852962?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1608829146772852962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1608829146772852962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1608829146772852962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1608829146772852962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanna-move-on-and-forget-about.html' title='I wanna move on and forget about everything.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJ2w-X7EZtI/AAAAAAAABWM/3VN40GTbA2g/s72-c/DSC04067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4369178940652080391</id><published>2008-08-08T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:15:20.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and present</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of the past.. How things were like.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone that have once been significant in my life. No matter how our relationship is now, I want to let you people know that you guys have brought alot of laughters into my life, taught me alot of things and, those memories will not fade (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I first stepped into Queensway three years ago, the feeling was just as if you've gone to a place where you've not been to before. Everything is just so..unfamiliar and new at the same time of course. After building up everything necessary for your school life, personal life and all, everything started to change. From making friends to losing friends, from laughters to tears. From arguing to quarreling/shouting at each other, from treasuring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two years I've learnt that I cannot trust people too easily or too much. Because I may not really know what they're thinking of.. perhaps the one infront of me may be him/her in diguise? Sometimes I really cannot differentiate real from fake anymore.. and, I'm really tired of considering to trust or not to when I have to. Because I've tried.. I've tried to trust every single of my dear ones. But when I know that everything told was fake, and the truth is that I've been lied to, my heart sank..deeply. Then I started reflecting.. reflect about myself. &lt;em&gt;What have I done not enough? What have I done wrong? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never expect much. In fact, I don't have the rights to expect &lt;em&gt;at all.&lt;/em&gt; Till the end, I only can tell you people that I meant no harm.. I wouldn't care if I don't concern. I wouldn't concern if you people are just some fucking shit in my life. I've cherished.. but at the same time lost everything.. everything I always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the past.. Now, I know who treasure me and who don't. Sigh.. not trying to rip out the past but oh well, I miss all those fun and laughters and heart-to-heart talks and outings and everything actually. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a human, I have feelings too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4369178940652080391?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4369178940652080391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4369178940652080391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4369178940652080391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4369178940652080391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/past-and-present.html' title='Past and present'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3111867171170006094</id><published>2008-08-07T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:07:11.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>It's raining!! And I hate rains ):&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sad for i-d-k what reasons.. Arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Back to school today.. AFTER THREE DAYS OF MC. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ok, practically everyone's first reaction to see me is either "whoa finally" or "pon-ner!".&lt;br /&gt;-.- Alright, except a few that asked if I'm alright or if I've recovered. (:&lt;br /&gt;Even Fatin drew" Michelle pon school" on my table lah!! HAHAHA, ok this shows I make a difference in class right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was Pure humans so as usual me and Bryan was chit chatting away blah blah and PICNIC! hahaha, ok we started pinic-ing(ok my new invented word lol) at like 20 mins before the lesson ends which is so much later than normal. Ate potato chips @ like early in the morning haha. Had headaches again during maths ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my low blood pressure thing is getting worse man. Cannot stand up properly after sitting down for too long. :/ Have to eat more meat and those with high iron etc stuffs. Mom got me chicken essence ): Eeeeyer I hate that blooddy shitty liquidz......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had NAPFA test lol. Stupid shit everyone was like cheating hahahahha! But of course a &lt;strong&gt;good girl &lt;/strong&gt;like me didn't ok :D Ahhhhhhh, felt that I'm not the physically trained anymore lol. Maybe because of my health? Hahah, I think because I don't attend trainings frequent enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall get going sooonn (:&lt;br /&gt;Half day tomorrow... Monday no school. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3111867171170006094?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3111867171170006094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3111867171170006094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3111867171170006094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3111867171170006094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere over the rainbow'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6632556220771918552</id><published>2008-08-06T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:05:23.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsorship</title><content type='html'>Hey all! I've gotten myself a sponsorship for my own domain and hosting for my blog! Hahahahhahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJmdbnHQNCI/AAAAAAAABWE/_NZakcnLXDg/s1600-h/b2bprogram525x362he9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231385539848975394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJmdbnHQNCI/AAAAAAAABWE/_NZakcnLXDg/s400/b2bprogram525x362he9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icalvyn.com/domain-hosting-sponsorship-program/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iCalvyn.com &amp;amp; MyExHost.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be sponsored too??&lt;br /&gt;Go to iCalvyn.com now! They are having a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Domain &amp;amp; Hosting Sponsorship program&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;This is the benefits and requirements etc :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="iCalvyn.com" onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/www.icalvyn.com');" href="http://www.icalvyn.com/"&gt;iCalvyn.com&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/myexhost.com/');" href="http://myexhost.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MyExHost.com&lt;/a&gt; sponsor you domain and hosing, domain &amp;amp; content will fully own by you and you need to achieve the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You must update your blog at least twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your must build traffic, maintain at least 100 unique visitor/days at the 6th month and achieve 200 unique visitor/days after 11th month from this sponsorship program (Adjustable depend on performance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You must maintain a sponsor banner and link of sponsor on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;~~~That All~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ops… forgot to mention, write a short story about this program on your current blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Additional Requirement : Your current blog must more then 3 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worry to achieve target traffic? 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It's now &lt;strong&gt;.com/.net/.org&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So get hurry and visit &lt;a href="http://www.icalvyn.com/domain-hosting-sponsorship-program/"&gt;http://www.icalvyn.com/domain-hosting-sponsorship-program/&lt;/a&gt; as there is only limited sponsorship! You don't wanna miss it, no? GOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icalvyn.com/domain-hosting-sponsorship-program/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iCalvyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icalvyn.com/domain-hosting-sponsorship-program/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iCalvyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icalvyn.com/domain-hosting-sponsorship-program/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iCalvyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6632556220771918552?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6632556220771918552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6632556220771918552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6632556220771918552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6632556220771918552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/sponsorship.html' title='Sponsorship'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJmdbnHQNCI/AAAAAAAABWE/_NZakcnLXDg/s72-c/b2bprogram525x362he9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1547157544134486309</id><published>2008-08-06T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:52:16.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="143" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2735267390_1c62750576.jpg?v=0" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you rather….&lt;br /&gt;1) Find true love and have mediocre sex?&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;2) Never find true love and have fantastic sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would of course rather &lt;strong&gt;find true love and have mediocre sex &lt;/strong&gt;(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Having a true love, you will get the feeling of being love everyday. And, of course you can spend the rest of your life with your true love while at the same time, enjoy mediocre sex with your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never find true love and have fantastic sex? &lt;/strong&gt;It's a HELL NO for this ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;First, you don't feel loved at all.. and you have sex with the one you don't love ):&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty sad actually ok. Sex is not everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to view my youtube videos for I-don't-know-what reason lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VKh8-ZxIcac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VKh8-ZxIcac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old times..&lt;br /&gt;Everything have changed.. &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funnaye and dumb video by me and Wen on the train ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pp-3s4elRU4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pp-3s4elRU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why isn't there any passengers? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this Junkiet seems to more likely to be possesed than to "groove to the music".&lt;br /&gt;(from manda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ciCVPlSW48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ciCVPlSW48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, funny shitz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1547157544134486309?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1547157544134486309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1547157544134486309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1547157544134486309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1547157544134486309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1730525630108731187</id><published>2008-08-05T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:27:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgemental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJht49d3PKI/AAAAAAAABV0/P4MKcWI50G4/s1600-h/twilight+Time+1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231051792530750626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJht49d3PKI/AAAAAAAABV0/P4MKcWI50G4/s400/twilight+Time+1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(There are no happily ever afters)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyyyyyyyyyyy... I went to the clinic alone ):&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm alone, I went to the private clinic so that I don't have to queue up lol. Yes, I'm a lazy asshole. BECAUSE NOBODY CAN ACCOMPANY ME MA... HOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, kidding. So, doc said alot of bullshit.. he said that my blood pressure is low......... not enough blood omg!! &lt;em&gt;Who can donate some to me?&lt;/em&gt; ): Yeah, then my headaches comes and goes like abcdefg. I feel like just fucking disect my head. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightooooooo, I'm bored ):&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.. yesterday Bryan told me that he have quater of his water left in his bottle when he left school. And, his bottle is super big one lah.... so, yeah one quater is alot of water. Then I was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? He replied "that shows how much water you steal from me everyday" LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaahah, despite the fact that he had already gotten me a similar but smaller water bottle, I still drink his water when I forgot to bring or when I have finished up my water. And sometimes when I bring, he have to help me fill up with water lol. Hahhahahahah! It's very difficult to find sucha nice friend one ok! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm feeling abit guilty cos he had to be alone for History today. :X&lt;br /&gt;Never mind right? He's not so petty one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall get going now. My headaches are still here ):&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I will take care of myself so do not worry too much my beloved friends (:&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1730525630108731187?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1730525630108731187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1730525630108731187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1730525630108731187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1730525630108731187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/judgemental.html' title='Judgemental'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJht49d3PKI/AAAAAAAABV0/P4MKcWI50G4/s72-c/twilight+Time+1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7909426355705421562</id><published>2008-08-04T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:50:12.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold my hands through the roughest parts of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(There could be 10 reasons why we wont work out, but i can think of 100 why we will.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah yah yah I was absent from school yet again lol. Don't scold me lah ):&lt;br /&gt;I hate headaches uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think I'll be going to school tomorrow.. have to go to the clinic anyway.Yeahhhh, I rot at home the entire day. Wonderful eh? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you some photos (:&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks on Saturday by photpgrapher Tony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVZsmz2JI/AAAAAAAABU8/FrtpWLhUyxk/s1600-h/2724814949_fe84f0d6a7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673023428974738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVZsmz2JI/AAAAAAAABU8/FrtpWLhUyxk/s400/2724814949_fe84f0d6a7_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVaVsLShI/AAAAAAAABVE/G025znUFo8E/s1600-h/2724815461_bc49b613a7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673034457336338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVaVsLShI/AAAAAAAABVE/G025znUFo8E/s400/2724815461_bc49b613a7_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVaelkQHI/AAAAAAAABVM/JmBxOVtz4O4/s1600-h/2725640298_b8aab0d743_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673036845531250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVaelkQHI/AAAAAAAABVM/JmBxOVtz4O4/s400/2725640298_b8aab0d743_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hor? Hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's this poisonous spider in Singapore that is commonly found in Brazil but somehow it got it's way to Singapore! One english man got bitten by it.. it was shown on news on 1st of May anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last two photos might bring you discomfort so if you cannot take those creepy wounds photos, please close this window now! I do not want any complaints on my tagboard ok!!!! Thanks (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVa0OVDHI/AAAAAAAABVc/EK0O6AHUki8/s1600-h/pic18598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673042653645938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVa0OVDHI/AAAAAAAABVc/EK0O6AHUki8/s400/pic18598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVlabJuWI/AAAAAAAABVs/XQcIi_pOnvA/s1600-h/pic28458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673224706668898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVlabJuWI/AAAAAAAABVs/XQcIi_pOnvA/s400/pic28458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVa82QI2I/AAAAAAAABVU/zoKWezV0DZg/s1600-h/pic02661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673044968579938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVa82QI2I/AAAAAAAABVU/zoKWezV0DZg/s400/pic02661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVlItqRiI/AAAAAAAABVk/tp7n_Qm3CUk/s1600-h/pic26063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230673219952461346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVlItqRiI/AAAAAAAABVk/tp7n_Qm3CUk/s400/pic26063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm freaked out and this photos will be deleted away in around few days time, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7909426355705421562?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7909426355705421562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7909426355705421562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7909426355705421562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7909426355705421562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/hold-my-hands-through-roughest-parts-of.html' title='Hold my hands through the roughest parts of life.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJcVZsmz2JI/AAAAAAAABU8/FrtpWLhUyxk/s72-c/2724814949_fe84f0d6a7_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-648697547126318882</id><published>2008-08-02T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:09:13.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This room is bored of rehearsal and sick of boundaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJR2E83tvoI/AAAAAAAABU0/pgzLRV50pbw/s1600-h/IMG_7738A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229934894715354754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJR2E83tvoI/AAAAAAAABU0/pgzLRV50pbw/s400/IMG_7738A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ok i'm acting cool down there :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, like I've always did my dear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent half of my day at Sentosa today ):&lt;br /&gt;I woke up fucking early for the shoot and cabbed down to Sentosa. After shoot, went to have lunch with photographers. Cabbed to Bukit Purmei to find Zoe and her bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked................ cabbed back to sentosa after that lol. Then did the shoot and cabbed back home. Omg my life is so meaningless and bored ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored bored bored fucking bored now! Ok, someone is worse than me lah. Bryan!!! Hahahha. Alright, I shall get going now and entertain each other. Byebyeeeeeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-648697547126318882?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/648697547126318882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=648697547126318882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/648697547126318882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/648697547126318882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-room-is-bored-of-rehearsal-and.html' title='This room is bored of rehearsal and sick of boundaries.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJR2E83tvoI/AAAAAAAABU0/pgzLRV50pbw/s72-c/IMG_7738A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4616954359994905333</id><published>2008-08-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:52:45.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise you care, understanding and love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkRW0l26_fU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkRW0l26_fU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm posting I'm posting I'm posting lol. *applauseeeeeee*&lt;br /&gt;Alright I know I'm getting nonsensical but pls lah, better than getting emo right?&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have to thank all the lovelies who bothered to ask me if I'm feeling better and those sweeties who were willing to be my listening ears! I'm feeling much better now despite the fact that the thing still have not been solved yet but at least better, at least better. AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Weiling skipped school today okay. Bloody hell! And, Fatin(the girl that sits beside me) was absent also omg. &lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2d3las.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt; Was trying not to fall asleep during lessons today and nah.. I didn't make it. Hahhahah was falling asleep during cheena but somehow just can't.. most probably due to the fucking woman that kept nagging beside all our ears. I need more sleep! I have decided to sleep earlier during weekdays now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chem after school today. Chem and Bio always spoils my Fridays manz! It's supposed to be a day that I leave school very very early one lor. Now, there'll be lessons every Friday it just spoils the mood luh. &lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/dlm9s3.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that actually I do have a lot of  awesome friends that brightens up everyday of my life, somehow lil by lil. (: Especially Avril Lim Xin Ying!!!!!!!!!!! Omg I love her to bits man. We've been close friends for the third year by now. : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting quite tired now and I have to go. Someone ought to make me happy within 1 hour time!(hopefully) Alright, bye folks. I love you readers (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4616954359994905333?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4616954359994905333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4616954359994905333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4616954359994905333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4616954359994905333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-promise-you-care-understanding-and.html' title='I promise you care, understanding and love.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/2d3las_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4237687936972155329</id><published>2008-07-31T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:14:34.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJHENWk24aI/AAAAAAAABUk/lUV6dbhY-UI/s1600-h/Lonely_Path_by_erene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229176376031371682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJHENWk24aI/AAAAAAAABUk/lUV6dbhY-UI/s400/Lonely_Path_by_erene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling weaker and weaker each day and I do not know how long I can last.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I'm walking on this road alone...While sometimes I feel that, some special ones in my life are walking down with me, but which I do not feel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, I haven't met you-know-who for one week already. &lt;strong&gt;One week&lt;/strong&gt;.. Holy shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't have the time. You don't have the time, I don't have the time either. We're drifting and slowly fading away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're just too many things running through my mind recently.. I'm... both physically and mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why.&lt;/strong&gt; I go on day by day, asking myself "Why is my life this way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love.&lt;/strong&gt; A thing that seems to be lacking, I search yet I cannot find. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life.&lt;/strong&gt; Something that seems to go on, one day at a time. Why can't I change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm unsure if I want that. Do I wish for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends.&lt;/strong&gt; Some people tell me I have them, and they are them. Do I really need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of hearing and saying, "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of misunderstandings leading to him being mad at me for stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of bringing it on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of causing so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of not trying in things that ought to matter.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of trying to heal people that don't want to get well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of trying to fix people, that I secretly know I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living my life day to day and not getting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the cycles my life follows.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living within my restraints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of being too lazy to break free of them. I'm sick of being apathetic, not caring and of caring. I don't want to be in this life, I want to be someone else. I'm tired of self-destructing but I want to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJHIfccjkBI/AAAAAAAABUs/Mi6XQJoBPls/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229181084891320338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJHIfccjkBI/AAAAAAAABUs/Mi6XQJoBPls/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my grasp&lt;br /&gt;Barely see you,&lt;br /&gt;Barely hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know it,&lt;br /&gt;And you never will.&lt;br /&gt;It would matter, not&lt;br /&gt;For your love isn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't want me,&lt;br /&gt;The way I appear to you.&lt;br /&gt;So it's pointless, my love&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll just turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Far from you, even though&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand not being&lt;br /&gt;Close by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4237687936972155329?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4237687936972155329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4237687936972155329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4237687936972155329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4237687936972155329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-catch-myself-smiling-again-at-what-i.html' title='I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJHENWk24aI/AAAAAAAABUk/lUV6dbhY-UI/s72-c/Lonely_Path_by_erene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-9181340787961190740</id><published>2008-07-30T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:55:14.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;There's a big problem between Baby and me..&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small update anyway.. I got back my goona-get-less-than-three-marks-test and I scored 8! Hahaha, suprise suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinghao drew my on his book during lesson when he's bored. He must be missing me lol lol (kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJB-GpTAysI/AAAAAAAABUM/dfI6m2WR4Wo/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228817820007058114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJB-GpTAysI/AAAAAAAABUM/dfI6m2WR4Wo/s400/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's the word filled in my name? &lt;em&gt;"Honey"&lt;/em&gt; Lol. He was happily showing me this and telling me how much I look like the "Michelle" he drew, especially the fringe.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJB-GiHIXSI/AAAAAAAABUU/pYg92q-TQY8/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, found out that me and Avril's picture on our I/C has a similarity- hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJB-zIpF1wI/AAAAAAAABUc/TUm7i9D5dvI/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228818584335406850" style="CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJB-zIpF1wI/AAAAAAAABUc/TUm7i9D5dvI/s400/DSC01392.JPG" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, do we look alike?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go..&lt;br /&gt;I have to goo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-9181340787961190740?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9181340787961190740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=9181340787961190740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9181340787961190740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9181340787961190740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-what-to-do-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SJB-GpTAysI/AAAAAAAABUM/dfI6m2WR4Wo/s72-c/DSC01391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8182672925940511479</id><published>2008-07-29T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:34:09.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ok to be a little selfish when you've found that perfect guy &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Because you're a risk worth taking.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... didn't attend school today lol. I hate cramps!!! I woke up early in the morning and my cramp was unbearable.. you know the pain?! Then, I cannot drink cold stuff especially my favorite &lt;em&gt;ice &lt;/em&gt;milo!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought alot last night.. thought of what I really want, what decision should I make. And what I know now is, I will go with my heart.. cos' I know it'll never go wrong. (:&lt;br /&gt;"dont deny how you feelbecause thats what will guide you"&lt;br /&gt;I was rotting at home the entire day.. which made me add on to my thoughts. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I think I need to shut down my brain for a while, for the good. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cbox have some problem I don't know why either. Something posted up after "CSX[:"' 's comment will be deleted after a while. I don't know why lol. Shuxian, you see! My cbox like your post so much that it wanna make you the first. Lol... I think I'm gonna take it away if it continues like that. I may take off everything after my profile lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!! I'm in love with the Dior's 'Lady Dior' collection. So fucking pretty man. It makes me go ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Lady Dior in Patent Black Leather cost a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI8bvNCqeqI/AAAAAAAABT0/j2NuFLBeR0c/s1600-h/lady_dior_in_patent_black_leather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228428190169070242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI8bvNCqeqI/AAAAAAAABT0/j2NuFLBeR0c/s400/lady_dior_in_patent_black_leather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this Lady Dior Woven Medium Shopper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI8bvcz0mkI/AAAAAAAABT8/Migr6bgOSm4/s1600-h/11920275_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228428194401786434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI8bvcz0mkI/AAAAAAAABT8/Migr6bgOSm4/s400/11920275_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Who can buy them for me?! I will give you a big big hug. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Or if you cannot afford Dior's, buy me Juicy Couture's Makeover Tote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI8bvVo9dII/AAAAAAAABUE/fxx6p_A6AWw/s1600-h/11884964_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228428192477181058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI8bvVo9dII/AAAAAAAABUE/fxx6p_A6AWw/s400/11884964_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahah! Ok, I'm thinking too much. Who will even buy these for me. I don't think even Baby will, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... I ate durian just now lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will scare my classmates off with my durian breath! *opps*&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna go chat and watch my tv now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you always..&lt;br /&gt;through the sound of your laughter,&lt;br /&gt;and through the tears that you cry.. my dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a test lol. And, hahah.. the results like duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist&lt;br /&gt;You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, you enjoy beauty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are quiet and sweet yet very passionate. You love easily.&lt;br /&gt;You have an underlying love for all living things, and it's easy for you to accept someone into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you do best in an unconventional position. You express yourself well and can work with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Sympathetic, kind, and communicative &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Incompetent, insecure, and overly sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8182672925940511479?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8182672925940511479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8182672925940511479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8182672925940511479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8182672925940511479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-ok-to-be-little-selfish-when-youve.html' title='Its ok to be a little selfish when you&apos;ve found that perfect guy &lt;3'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI8bvNCqeqI/AAAAAAAABT0/j2NuFLBeR0c/s72-c/lady_dior_in_patent_black_leather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7144306327432665519</id><published>2008-07-28T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:13:51.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the risks worth taking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI3Ii_Xw8LI/AAAAAAAABTk/G7Uwfi0eHRk/s1600-h/keys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228055245899231410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI3Ii_Xw8LI/AAAAAAAABTk/G7Uwfi0eHRk/s400/keys.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which of these is the key to your heart? Answer me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I swear I'm gonna flunk my maths test man. I think the highest I can get is like 2 or 3 perhaps? Wtffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.. my mind went blank and all I can feel is the pain in my stomach-the cramps. Bloody hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for training anyway.. was fine. Didn't enjoy training this much like since, God knows when. I have to improve on my skills.. I have to, no? I'm feeling shitty now.. I don't know why. I just hope I can sleep and wake up after a long period of time. Wake up when nobody remember me anymore, so that I can start anew. My heart has shattered so many times that I'm scared of risks and now I'm always left questioning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing about life that I've learned is that you're going to get hurt. You're going to have emotional nights and cry yourself to sleep for hours. You're going to suffer some kind of heartbreak, some kind of loss. But you will also have those moments where you heal. Those moments are the best. You feel like you smile for the first time again. You feel like you're alive again. Life just kind of restarts.. no? But the problem is, how long will I take to heal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How long..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this emotional post but.. I'm stuck. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7144306327432665519?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7144306327432665519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7144306327432665519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7144306327432665519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7144306327432665519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-risks-worth-taking.html' title='Take the risks worth taking.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SI3Ii_Xw8LI/AAAAAAAABTk/G7Uwfi0eHRk/s72-c/keys.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6999250322773182440</id><published>2008-07-27T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:18:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself.</title><content type='html'>Life changes. You get it all lined up just the way you like it and then something beyond your control comes along and bumps you off center. How nice it would be if you could get everything just the way you want it &amp; say, 'Okay, now, stay.' But nothing stays the same. You grow up, make friends, lose friends, lose track of people, meet new ones and sometimes you ask yourself why. But all I can tell you is the every single experience you go through like this changed you in some way. Every new person who comes into your life changes you. Every moral dilemma or emotional experience you come up against changes you. It's your job, you decide how. That's how character is developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, have been busy lately.. But don't worry, I'll still reply your tags (:&lt;br /&gt;Had a shoot today. Pretty fun, really (: Photographer Knight made me wear a wedding gown. Haha. It's super duper long! Hopefully pictures will be receieved in one to two weeks time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small arguement with mom this evening when I got home. People often says that "Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.". Who can fucking explain that to me? To me, home is just a place where I sleep and do my things..&lt;br /&gt;I don't really need 'them' you know. The reason why I go home is because it's the place where I sleep which obviously I need it. I know, my parents bought me up.. ya dah ya dah.. Nobody truely understands me, nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna forget the world right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's making things worst now is, my cramps.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just automatically love someone. you have to &lt;br /&gt;slowly learn to trust, then you start believing them. You want &lt;br /&gt;to be with them more to the point where you're jealous of &lt;br /&gt;anyone who tries to be with that person. then it gets you &lt;br /&gt;mad but you get past it, you can't be jealous anymore. &lt;br /&gt;you can't because you have this undying confidence that this &lt;br /&gt;person will never leave you, they will never betray you, &lt;br /&gt;and that they would never pick someone else over you, &lt;br /&gt;that you're irreplaceable. that's when the confidence &lt;br /&gt;hits you, that you really do love each other and it's unbreakable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6999250322773182440?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6999250322773182440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6999250322773182440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6999250322773182440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6999250322773182440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-loss-only-occurs-when-you-lose.html' title='Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8930439643383962061</id><published>2008-07-26T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:59:45.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm With You..</title><content type='html'>When I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count &lt;br /&gt;'cause I miss you whenever you're not around &lt;br /&gt;when I kiss you &lt;br /&gt;I still get butterflies &lt;br /&gt;years from now, &lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count &lt;br /&gt;when I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we've had our ups and downs, &lt;br /&gt;but we've always worked 'em out &lt;br /&gt;Babe, am I ever glad we got this far now &lt;br /&gt;Still I'm lying here tonight &lt;br /&gt;wishing I was by your side &lt;br /&gt;'cause when I'm not there enough, &lt;br /&gt;nothing feels right &lt;br /&gt;so I'm coming back to show you that I'll love you the rest of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8930439643383962061?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8930439643383962061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8930439643383962061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8930439643383962061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8930439643383962061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-im-with-you.html' title='When I&apos;m With You..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-112511567247561313</id><published>2008-07-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:24:21.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm guarded, I'm fragile. But if anyone could ever save me...it'd be you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIiQfGdC0kI/AAAAAAAABTY/kbWCCl2EHAI/s1600-h/ll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIiQfGdC0kI/AAAAAAAABTY/kbWCCl2EHAI/s400/ll.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226586231546237506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2ihpa1g.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating slightly lesser now compared to last time. Life has been busy and, I guess nobody will actually want to read such a uninteresting blog, no? I woke up early today.. for no specific reason. Lol.. I don't why either. Just jumped out of bed even before my alarm rang. It's really very very very rare okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. went to school and ya-dah ya-dah ya-dah. After school was busy all the way till 7(personal stuffs that i do not wish to state here). So yeah.. pretty stressed up and tired now lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will be fine &lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/295wg7o.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall get going.. getting late now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-112511567247561313?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112511567247561313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=112511567247561313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/112511567247561313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/112511567247561313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-guarded-im-fragile-but-if-anyone.html' title='I&apos;m guarded, I&apos;m fragile. But if anyone could ever save me...it&apos;d be you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIiQfGdC0kI/AAAAAAAABTY/kbWCCl2EHAI/s72-c/ll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3989241344487033423</id><published>2008-07-22T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:03:03.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mug, mug, mug</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Let me do my ranting..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mugging for my Geography now. It suck suck suck!! It simply just suckkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the info into my brains cos I can't concentrate(im tired. lol) and, I can't stand the fact that, these stuffs don't make sense to me at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrr.. It is so annoying! It's like you're staring and staring and staring at the book when I'm actually reading it. I guess I'm not in the mood to study now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got alot of things to do.. not much time left. I owe my teachers alot of homework and I haven't even started doing them yet. I have Maths like everyday mann.. and it's the worst subject ever, I swear!! I have Maths period today, and after school I had Maths group study.&lt;br /&gt;There's no Maths period tomorrow but however, I have Maths group study like all the way till 5?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on Earth does people starts to &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;Maths?! I mean like, it's a waste of time. Especially Amaths.. will you even get to use the things learnt in the future? At least POA helps you to learn how to manage your money and not get cheated in business etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, MATHS JUST SUCK. I hate Maths, I hate Geography, I hate school :(&lt;br /&gt;I know, you people will be like "You hate school so much, might as well don't go.". Right?! Yeah, if I have the choice, I would rather quit school and enjoy life for the moment instead. Though I wil regret it(maybe), at least I don't have to be forced till mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have to go back to my Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3989241344487033423?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3989241344487033423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3989241344487033423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3989241344487033423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3989241344487033423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/mug-mug-mug.html' title='Mug, mug, mug'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-2503217646535952686</id><published>2008-07-21T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:55:20.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIShcZPoVmI/AAAAAAAABTQ/HCNDT7UTdpw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225478976841471586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIShcZPoVmI/AAAAAAAABTQ/HCNDT7UTdpw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found out that, nobody lives for anyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, I'm tired of my life, so ever complicating.. yet interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.. I wish I could change the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Julia Roberts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hope I could be a lil more immatured so that I could think more to the cover of everthing. And not to go deeper into it, and realise that somethings are not supposed to be this way. I hate curiousity..who don't anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-2503217646535952686?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2503217646535952686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=2503217646535952686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2503217646535952686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2503217646535952686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-there-is-anything-better-than-to-be.html' title='If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIShcZPoVmI/AAAAAAAABTQ/HCNDT7UTdpw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7252642068173736554</id><published>2008-07-20T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:27:01.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In searching for models for Bikini shoot this coming Saturday, 26 July's morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Theme: Fashion and Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Attire: Short dress/bare back top etc for first set. Full bikini for second set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Duration: 3 hours with half an hour break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Location and time will be told to selected girls. Experience not needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're interested, please send in mail to &lt;a href="mailto:michelle-@royal.net"&gt;michelle-@royal.net&lt;/a&gt; with the following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;details of yourself:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vital Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Height/weight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Experience(if any):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And attach a few phot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os of yourself. (full length and close up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1)You may need to get wet for the shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) You will not get paid for the shoot if you're not experienced. However, photos will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be sent to you for collection :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will reply you if you're selected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7252642068173736554?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7252642068173736554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7252642068173736554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7252642068173736554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7252642068173736554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-searching-for-models-for-bikini.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4193661107812708433</id><published>2008-07-20T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:27:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you don't blame the lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;You look for reasons it is not doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water, or less sun.&lt;br /&gt;You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have problems with our friends or family, we blame the other person. But if we know how to take care of them, they will grow well, like the lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;Blaming has no positive effect at all, nor does trying to persuade using reason and arguments.&lt;br /&gt;That is my experience. No blame, no reasoning, no argument, just understanding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4193661107812708433?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4193661107812708433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4193661107812708433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4193661107812708433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4193661107812708433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-you-plant-lettuce-if-it-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8761721707235547149</id><published>2008-07-20T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:02:38.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love like this takes some time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIMwrIU8dGI/AAAAAAAABTA/CUogOaaLFew/s1600-h/z114919519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIMwrIU8dGI/AAAAAAAABTA/CUogOaaLFew/s400/z114919519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225073510207747170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, did nothing much today.. Just went for the house warming and wow.. the place is really renovated nicely. awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so went Chinatown to walk around. Yes, that super duper boring place. But the stuffs there are really cheap compared to other places, with the same stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have one overdue photo to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIMwrPVxLgI/AAAAAAAABTI/jYV4lYzE-kI/s1600-h/DSC01352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIMwrPVxLgI/AAAAAAAABTI/jYV4lYzE-kI/s400/DSC01352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225073512090250754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this on Baby's arm last week  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video of the fireworks I took yesterday. Sorry for the bad quality and my hands moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4-EAU6WCyk"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4-EAU6WCyk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to save up and buy a new camera..&lt;br /&gt;I need a camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! &lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/m7b5ol.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stupid mistakes he makes..But those are what make him who he is.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8761721707235547149?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8761721707235547149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8761721707235547149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8761721707235547149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8761721707235547149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-like-this-takes-some-time.html' title='Love like this takes some time.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIMwrIU8dGI/AAAAAAAABTA/CUogOaaLFew/s72-c/z114919519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6201676212133446470</id><published>2008-07-19T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:10:42.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I'm eating maggie mee now. Hehehehhe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yumyum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Michelle is a happy girl today! But also a lil sad because I didn't get to see Baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, caught The Dark Knight today! Supposed to watch at Cathay as planned last night, but the tickets were sold out for the time slots till 6 plus when we cabbed there at about 2 only.. So, went over to Plaza Sing and the tickets were selling fast. Had to sit at the first second row then.. actually it wasn't that bad lah. The show was nice and it's one of the longer movies that I've watched. It's 2 and a half hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Marina Square and ate at sakae sushi. Then, went to watch fireworks! :D&lt;br /&gt;After which, cabbed home :(&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;house warming &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. What the hell is that for?! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIIA6rzLl0I/AAAAAAAABS4/NS_nP7LLMJY/s1600-h/IMG_8259%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIIA6rzLl0I/AAAAAAAABS4/NS_nP7LLMJY/s400/IMG_8259%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224739525893003074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im so happily looking and smiling at him while he looks like he's thinking about another girl and smile unknowingly!! wtf!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha, kidding. Bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2w6s8qv.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6201676212133446470?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6201676212133446470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6201676212133446470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6201676212133446470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6201676212133446470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-im-eating-maggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SIIA6rzLl0I/AAAAAAAABS4/NS_nP7LLMJY/s72-c/IMG_8259%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6697054336047926572</id><published>2008-07-18T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:55:23.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiiiiii, Ni hao, Aniohasaeyo &lt;img style="width: 45px; height: 45px;" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/30sgd8x.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't attend school today because.. firstly, I overslept for like half an hour? Secondly, cos I was lazy to do so. Had flu anyway. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hate flu!!&lt;img style="width: 46px; height: 46px;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/20sjfow.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Polyclinic to take medicine and MC. Baby came to meet me after his school at around 3 plus. Slacked, and went to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved photos from Arthur for the couple shoot already! Shall show you guys some. &lt;img style="width: 45px; height: 45px;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/xo13k8.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please note that the blank below the photos are delibrately done cos of personal issue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsICgvpxI/AAAAAAAABRw/tr79nzOz-Jw/s1600-h/IMG_8312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsICgvpxI/AAAAAAAABRw/tr79nzOz-Jw/s400/IMG_8312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224364821862917906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsITgD2YI/AAAAAAAABSA/HXfEobLwbqc/s1600-h/2IMG_8314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsITgD2YI/AAAAAAAABSA/HXfEobLwbqc/s400/2IMG_8314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224364826423449986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsIhcE72I/AAAAAAAABSQ/3SQV-c0UU30/s1600-h/IMG_83326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsIhcE72I/AAAAAAAABSQ/3SQV-c0UU30/s400/IMG_83326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224364830164840290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsIAKgSfI/AAAAAAAABR4/vrYIuvhGw8E/s1600-h/2IMG_8292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsIAKgSfI/AAAAAAAABR4/vrYIuvhGw8E/s400/2IMG_8292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224364821232765426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsIgfUoOI/AAAAAAAABSI/X91MnV7qQhc/s1600-h/2IMG_83721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICsIgfUoOI/AAAAAAAABSI/X91MnV7qQhc/s400/2IMG_83721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224364829910016226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICt-7X82iI/AAAAAAAABSw/BPN1t0QTQFw/s1600-h/IMG_83427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICt-7X82iI/AAAAAAAABSw/BPN1t0QTQFw/s400/IMG_83427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224366864351418914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I almost fall lah! Damn funny can?! &lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/6girye.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICscYHpwII/AAAAAAAABSg/M61WN9USikQ/s1600-h/IMG_83527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SICscYHpwII/AAAAAAAABSg/M61WN9USikQ/s400/IMG_83527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224365171260637314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to go now!&lt;br /&gt;Bye people, have a next weekend ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/k4gx6x.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6697054336047926572?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6697054336047926572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6697054336047926572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6697054336047926572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6697054336047926572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiiiiii-ni-hao-aniohasaeyo-didnt-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/30sgd8x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1657296252697939322</id><published>2008-07-17T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:36:18.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I brought you discomfort for reading my blog.. But, I did put a WARNING before that to remind all of you readers. So please do not complain to me or demand me to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright today. Still tired as expected.. &lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2dtnh5f.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;s&gt;SS&lt;/s&gt; Geography debate. HAHA. Went to the com lab for a while.. the air con super shiok.&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/14cz57n.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school rushed to change to my jersey to take the photos for the year book :)&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I last wore my jersey.. lol. After which, went holland for lunch with Wen, Manda, Xing and Des. Ate frolicks(idk how to spell!) and BK. Used the bus back to school and went for training while Xing went for his tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was very boring :(&lt;br /&gt;Baby sent me home after that. &lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/30j0fbs.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/177rjo.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't my emoticons cutez?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1657296252697939322?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1657296252697939322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1657296252697939322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1657296252697939322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1657296252697939322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-all-sorry-if-i-brought-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/2dtnh5f_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6074000812815024988</id><published>2008-07-16T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:48:47.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love conquers all?</title><content type='html'>Hi all! I'm feeling tired now.. (yes again!!) Feeling abit unwell too.&lt;br /&gt;Can feel that I'm gonna have sore throat soon. Having a&lt;em&gt; lil &lt;/em&gt;pain when swallowing food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried sleeping early last night but I still felt fucking tired in the morning. I have to drag myself out of bed.. School was alright by the way. Passed my history test :) Gonna have SS debate tomorrow. Sigh.. it makes me feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer Henry came to pick me up from school today. The shoot was quite smooth but the weather suck. It was damn hottttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to share.. from Xandotablets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***************WARNING!!!****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the below may cause discomfort, so if you can't take it, pleasedon't bother scrolling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New-trend tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORNoyYmaI/AAAAAAAAE4I/yY-cMfHJHn8/s1600-h/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216172456898238882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORNoyYmaI/AAAAAAAAE4I/yY-cMfHJHn8/s400/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131102.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORNw-bBXI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/MTXQk64aPHw/s1600-h/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216172459096212850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORNw-bBXI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/MTXQk64aPHw/s400/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131103.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORN8n8x8I/AAAAAAAAE4Y/yXdkvT28pJI/s1600-h/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216172462223181762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORN8n8x8I/AAAAAAAAE4Y/yXdkvT28pJI/s400/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131104.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*AFTER WEEKS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORN1iS5bI/AAAAAAAAE4g/9p-G2l-qFT0/s1600-h/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216172460320417202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORN1iS5bI/AAAAAAAAE4g/9p-G2l-qFT0/s400/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131105.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGOROiVtFcI/AAAAAAAAE4o/bSPR12Z2uKE/s1600-h/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216172472347203010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGOROiVtFcI/AAAAAAAAE4o/bSPR12Z2uKE/s400/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131106.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGOQ_y6pPGI/AAAAAAAAE3g/Nd8syVHVLm4/s1600-h/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216172219099069538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGOQ_y6pPGI/AAAAAAAAE3g/Nd8syVHVLm4/s400/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131107.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Boy eaten by crocodile, villagers captured and tried to cut it's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, hands and legs were not intact when opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORAOesCrI/AAAAAAAAE3o/A5fXAg_C27Q/s1600-h/BUAYAMAKANBUDAKDISIBU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216172226498005682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="479" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORAOesCrI/AAAAAAAAE3o/A5fXAg_C27Q/s400/BUAYAMAKANBUDAKDISIBU.jpg" width="289" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mother wants to eat the meat of her own child, but was caught&lt;br /&gt;before she started to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(images removed) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so sorry! But just wanna share these with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I know you must be feeling damn disgusted now. Me too! I closed my eyes when I upload the last few pictures. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6074000812815024988?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6074000812815024988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6074000812815024988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6074000812815024988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6074000812815024988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-conquers-all.html' title='Love conquers all?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru5I5I5ceAg/SGORNoyYmaI/AAAAAAAAE4I/yY-cMfHJHn8/s72-c/%5BLoOkKaEW%5D-G-0609131102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1843914207048727358</id><published>2008-07-15T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:45:51.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight :('/><title type='text'>Can't smile without you.</title><content type='html'>Had school as usual today.. I don't know how to do my POA test lah! Slept after like 10 minutes after that test started? Hahhahaha. After school went home to change and caught "Hellboy 2" at JE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! It was nice :) And, it's damn obvious that there'll be Hellboy 3 lah! They already gave hints in the movie. After that, went to meet Baby and had dinner. After which, he came to my house for a while and left around 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a shoot tomorrow after school. So busy :( I need to spend more time with my beloved ones.. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were given this life because...You're strong enough to live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1843914207048727358?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1843914207048727358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1843914207048727358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1843914207048727358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1843914207048727358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-smile-without-you.html' title='Can&apos;t smile without you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3024117454124417595</id><published>2008-07-14T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:43:40.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine :('/><title type='text'>I am damn tired of this shit.</title><content type='html'>Hi all. I'm tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. I'm always complaining that I'm tired! But, I REALLY AM!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why either. Maybe something that gotta do with my health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been really resting for God knows how long. I need holidays..&lt;br /&gt;I will spend them meaningfully.. really. Sigh.. but I know that it won't happen like obviously. Unless I enter the hospital or something like that(touch wood). Ok, I'm.. talking rubbish. Please ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!!!!!!!!! Maykuan gave me this super cute customised handphone strap that have my name and an octopus on it! And additionally a cross(christian thingy). Hahhahaha. Thank you love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had lunch at hawkers with my beloved friends except Aloy. Hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for training and it was fucking boring. I hate hate hate coach! He have been ignoring me :( I don't wanna go training already lah. Fucking waste of my time. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye bitches and bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed. You were always here to get me through times like this. And I know if you were here,you'd be laughing at me. You would say you're not as alone as you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3024117454124417595?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3024117454124417595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3024117454124417595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3024117454124417595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3024117454124417595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-damn-tired-of-this-shit.html' title='I am damn tired of this shit.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-888614820338426117</id><published>2008-07-13T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:47:43.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day spent with Loverboy :)</title><content type='html'>Helllooo lovies!&lt;br /&gt;I spent like half of the day @ Baby's house.. His Mom cooked lunch for me to eat and I ate with his whole family excluding his brother cos' he was working. Went for a shoot this morning and cabbed back home. After which headed to Baby's house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched "Wanted" and, think it's ok-ok only. Sucha disappointment ok.. I'm damn angry with the ending cos' Angelina Jolie killed herself!!(sorry, if you intended to watch and read this).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rest of the time at his house was spent on using the computer, talking to each other and kissing each other. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow :( I'm really relunctant to go to school whenever a new week starts. In fact, everyday lor. Walao.. Oh, and my feet hurts due to the cuts I got yesterday at Sentosa..(during the couple shoot with baby) I don't know how am I gonna go for training tomorrow and I'm still considering whether to wear slippers to school tomorrow and that makes me skip training too.&lt;br /&gt;But my lack of presence in the team is making coach pissed off as I can really tell. But, I don't think that I'm of any use to the team anymore. I don't know why I think this way. Perhaps because that coach put too much hope on us(sec threes) and we really cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, guess what now? My ulcer haven't heal yet!! Yes, the same old fucking ulcer. It didn't heal &lt;strong&gt;at all. &lt;/strong&gt;In fact, it grew bigger. Wtf! And, I just ate durian(yes i eat that) like half an hour ago and I'm feeling damn heaty now. Shitz. I guess it'll never heal :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. school makes me so..... &lt;em&gt;tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done. Hopefully pictures will be up tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-888614820338426117?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/888614820338426117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=888614820338426117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/888614820338426117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/888614820338426117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-spent-with-loverboy.html' title='A day spent with Loverboy :)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8016531285342148431</id><published>2008-07-13T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:54:01.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would things be the same?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been this busy since I-don't-know when. I have three shoots today!&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine that? I was cabbing here and there the wholeee day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, whatever I did today was meaningful and I appreciate the time and money the photographers invest on me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the Singapore Flyers todayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;-shows elated face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I cut my leg today :(&lt;br /&gt;By the rocks @ sentosa. I didn't hold Baby properly and I slipped and cut my leg..&lt;br /&gt;The cut is fucking deep and of course, fucking painful now! Really bue tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got another shoot. I can't wait because I'm wearing my new dress :D&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully can go shopping and spend quality time with Baby tomorrow after my shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up for my busy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8016531285342148431?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8016531285342148431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8016531285342148431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8016531285342148431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8016531285342148431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/would-things-be-same.html' title='Would things be the same?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7591391851894349554</id><published>2008-07-11T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:38:39.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOHXINGHAO HONEYYYY'/><title type='text'>Just because people change &amp; move on with life, doesn`t mean that they love you any less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHd-bjy4WtI/AAAAAAAABRo/itUDdeUFeWY/s1600-h/z81891366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221781304889596626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHd-bjy4WtI/AAAAAAAABRo/itUDdeUFeWY/s400/z81891366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not the same anymore. Really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we don't have enough time together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or because we are both busy with our own stuffs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps we don't think about each other that often anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we have changed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if.. he don't love me anymore?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHd-Apnd5rI/AAAAAAAABRg/wgPdPtPIY9c/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221780842595870386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHd-Apnd5rI/AAAAAAAABRg/wgPdPtPIY9c/s400/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7591391851894349554?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7591391851894349554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7591391851894349554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7591391851894349554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7591391851894349554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-because-people-change-move-on-with.html' title='Just because people change &amp; move on with life, doesn`t mean that they love you any less.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHd-bjy4WtI/AAAAAAAABRo/itUDdeUFeWY/s72-c/z81891366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-905756802026652893</id><published>2008-07-10T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:57:26.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My fucking ulcer is killing me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-905756802026652893?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/905756802026652893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=905756802026652893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/905756802026652893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/905756802026652893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-fucking-ulcer-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-827749671784147892</id><published>2008-07-09T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:33:28.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a freaking ulcer in my mouthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;I hate ulcers. I cannot eat properly with a freaking painful thang in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtfffffffffffffff :(&lt;br /&gt;And, whats more is that my tongue is freaking swollen now. I think there's an ulcer there.....&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyy, I miss Baby so much! Didn't get to meet him today. His school is packed nowadays and, I hope we will have sufficient time together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I gotta go now. Very busy.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-827749671784147892?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/827749671784147892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=827749671784147892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/827749671784147892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/827749671784147892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-freaking-ulcer-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-749659064139075026</id><published>2008-07-08T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:33:40.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since alot of you have been asking for photos, I will uploaddddddddddddd two or three here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHOIl5SGv8I/AAAAAAAABRI/azTxJ8su-vk/s1600-h/Copy%2520of%2520IMG_1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220666577665834946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHOIl5SGv8I/AAAAAAAABRI/azTxJ8su-vk/s400/Copy%2520of%2520IMG_1173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHOIl4UGekI/AAAAAAAABRQ/jqAA5vIQ0aQ/s1600-h/Copy%2520of%2520IMG_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220666577405770306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHOIl4UGekI/AAAAAAAABRQ/jqAA5vIQ0aQ/s400/Copy%2520of%2520IMG_1525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHOIl-NmeYI/AAAAAAAABRY/kf6k6gbQtes/s1600-h/Copy%2520of%2520IMG_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220666578989119874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHOIl-NmeYI/AAAAAAAABRY/kf6k6gbQtes/s400/Copy%2520of%2520IMG_1359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these three :)&lt;br /&gt;Yessssss bikini. Hahahhahahahha Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-749659064139075026?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/749659064139075026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=749659064139075026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/749659064139075026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/749659064139075026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/since-alot-of-you-have-been-asking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHOIl5SGv8I/AAAAAAAABRI/azTxJ8su-vk/s72-c/Copy%2520of%2520IMG_1173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3356329639449458901</id><published>2008-07-08T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:43:01.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's changing.</title><content type='html'>I want to change my urlllllllllllll. Give me some inspirations please? Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late for school today. You must be thinking that I didn't go in the end. Hahah. But I went :) School was very boring- especially Biology. It sucks. Anyway, I got 24/30 for my maths!! :D It's the first time that I'm passing maths with good grades :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Toh gave me kitkat as prize. Hahhahah so primary school feeling I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Had maths extra lessons after school. Did ten year series and Bryan and I were the first to finish(we solved the sums tgh)! Hahah, that made me feel so.... smart. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I know. I haven't really been myself this few days :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me. Sigh.. I'm sorry Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3356329639449458901?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3356329639449458901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3356329639449458901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3356329639449458901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3356329639449458901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/everythings-changing.html' title='Everything&apos;s changing.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7851984661500246329</id><published>2008-07-07T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:34:47.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much time, left.</title><content type='html'>Hi! &lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sleepy now and I've been yawning away since like last 10 minutes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goshhhhhhh. I just finished my cookies and cream ice cream :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I woke up early today for my shoot! Hahhahah. Shoot was really smooth and, had fun too. The photographer's really friendly and he jokes alot too. Alright, so after the shoot, went to meet Jeanna and we went Lot1 to have our lunch and get our scarves. After which, went Vivo(haha!) and got my fake lashes from Face shop and shades from F21. There was some event there and saw quite alot of CSSers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While leaving that place, saw Jeslin Ho and peoplezzzzzzzz. Hahah, Baby came and the three of us left for Far East. Walked around, saw this really nice dress and so I went to try. But! It doesn't suits me cos Idk how to explain either. Omgz I like it so much but I know I've to stop being a impluse buyer. Hahahhaha ok, I'm changing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO! I bought my leggings instead hahahahhahahahha. Yeah, headed home after that. Baby came to my place for a while and left after I bath. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid we might not have enough time with each other anymore and will slowly drift apart. Idk what to doooooooooooooooooooo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHIpZ7yB-oI/AAAAAAAABRA/INz8ewhOS3I/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220280443596831362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHIpZ7yB-oI/AAAAAAAABRA/INz8ewhOS3I/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7851984661500246329?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7851984661500246329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7851984661500246329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7851984661500246329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7851984661500246329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-much-time-left.html' title='Not much time, left.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SHIpZ7yB-oI/AAAAAAAABRA/INz8ewhOS3I/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-255656279214371095</id><published>2008-07-06T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:47:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shoot was cancelled last night due to some personal problems for the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he's fine now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...... so I went out with my family today! Went Vivo again. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a top at Mango again! Hahhahahah whatever. Mommy's paying :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch and everything at Vivo. Walked around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored! :(&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-255656279214371095?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/255656279214371095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=255656279214371095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/255656279214371095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/255656279214371095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoot-was-cancelled-last-night-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-137341138781918982</id><published>2008-07-05T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:52:59.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not as alone as you think.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, deleted my previous post. You're lucky if you get to read it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Had a small fight with Baby this morning :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok now! :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went Sentosa for shoot today. Had fun! It was with Mindy.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooooo, after that, went Vivo to find Baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with him and had desserts at the restuarant he's working at.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I left as he have to workkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Went to pamper myself by shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I'm shopping alone and I feel really awkward..&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself two tops from Mango. Really prettttyyyyyyy. Hahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, guess whatttttttttttttttttttttttttt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a shoot with Baby tomorrow @ sentosa(again). Hhahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;I requested for a couple shoot with one of the photographers and he agreed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. Must be super fun. Baby says that he's nervous. Hahaha. Actually being a model in photoshoots, what you have to do is to be more natural and the photos will be out showing you personalities sometimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I met you couldn't get you off my mind even when I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;All I could think was you gotta be mine&lt;br /&gt;There's no replacement for your smile and pretty eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you never cursed at me, even when I made you cry.&lt;br /&gt;We've come a long way, since that very first day&lt;br /&gt;Skipping class to be together in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like I've got reason to live&lt;br /&gt;My pride, possession, my medallion, my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Through the drama, pain, funerals and family fights&lt;br /&gt;Not for one second, did you ever leave my side&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love you, Te quiero de verdad&lt;br /&gt;And if I lose you, hasta la muerte voy a llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Until I Die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-137341138781918982?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/137341138781918982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=137341138781918982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/137341138781918982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/137341138781918982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-not-as-alone-as-you-think.html' title='You&apos;re not as alone as you think.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7604687611759955469</id><published>2008-07-05T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:46:04.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6DG-VbbucF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6DG-VbbucF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/HzUpcS/music/sHRnQjle/city_harvest_church_one_life_one_love/"&gt;一生最愛 (One life, one love) - City Harvest Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7604687611759955469?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7604687611759955469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7604687611759955469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7604687611759955469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7604687611759955469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/because-youre-hiding-your-feelings-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4616583748681143516</id><published>2008-07-04T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:15:31.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every moment I had with you.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;My God damn eyes are fucking swollen. All thanks to the super duper nice and touching drama&lt;br /&gt;:( It's from HongKong. I &lt;3 HK dramas! So much more better than Sg's.&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried and cried! Omggggg and now my eyes hurts from crying. I'm having headache because of too much crying too. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the trail here: (it's cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwQsEl10jPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwQsEl10jPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really really nice one ok!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I've finished watching the show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Took leave from school after recess today. Was feeling somehow giddy :(&lt;br /&gt;Met Baby and he sent me home. After that, he sent me to Bukit Batok for my shoot and he went to walk around. After my shoot, met him.. something happened that made Baby scared :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came back, watch teevee and he left shortly after. Then I started watching the last 5 episodes of the drama till now. Just finished watching and I was weeping like crazy. Mommy was like "omg". Hahaha. Ok whatever, from this, you can infer that I'm a very emotional person. And I hate it because I cry very easily. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind! Got to go now. I don't know what I can do if my eyes are still swollen tomorrow.. I've got a shoooooootttttttttt! Diezxzxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, zaijian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4616583748681143516?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4616583748681143516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4616583748681143516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4616583748681143516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4616583748681143516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/every-moment-i-had-with-you.html' title='Every moment I had with you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6762411463109797221</id><published>2008-07-03T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:03:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely or maybe?</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for Baby to be back home from work!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing him alot lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for the terrible post last night that made alot of you worried. Thanks for all your concerns (for those who actually cared). Alright so yes, I went to school today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still having a lil gastric this morning but ate some bread and was feeling better. :)&lt;br /&gt;So decided to go to school! :D I'm sucha good girl right? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty boring.. had two period of pure humans. All I did during lesson was eating. Haha. My teacher allows us to eat during her lesson. So, why not? Bryan ate up my whole tube of sweet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that Bryan gave me a Nike water bottle as my birthday present? Haha. He gave me one similar to his but in different colour and size. WHY? Cos' I kept drinking his water in class. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another two periods of humanities for the last two period.. it's sub this time. Then, Bryan, Siti, Cass, Chris, Hernani, Sir Han left school early! Damn.. I wanted to leave too. But I've got training after school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went hawker for lunch with Xinghao after school and went library to find Felicia afterwards. Uno and Tyrus came to join us shortly later. Then, we went back school for training while Tyrus left and Xinghao went for his tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was boring. Hahah. Still okay I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Felicia Tan, if you ever read this, CHEER UP! :D Things will be over soon. Everything will be back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my post. Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6762411463109797221?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6762411463109797221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6762411463109797221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6762411463109797221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6762411463109797221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/definitely-or-maybe.html' title='Definitely or maybe?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3291201873298299818</id><published>2008-07-02T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:03:04.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EH, I TELL YOU I WANNA GOUGE MY ENTIRE STOMACH OUT.&lt;br /&gt;IT HURTS LIKE FUCK NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3291201873298299818?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3291201873298299818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3291201873298299818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3291201873298299818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3291201873298299818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/eh-i-tell-you-i-wanna-gouge-my-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7201289620315060437</id><published>2008-07-01T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:37:39.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAhgJqTzI/AAAAAAAABQg/RdPJIEBpS40/s1600-h/DSC01303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218054062572457778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAhgJqTzI/AAAAAAAABQg/RdPJIEBpS40/s400/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAhzVcH4I/AAAAAAAABQo/Xg7ogMKPF1A/s1600-h/DSC01305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218054067722133378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAhzVcH4I/AAAAAAAABQo/Xg7ogMKPF1A/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAiGCx8hI/AAAAAAAABQw/gZk3P6kMg18/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218054072744145426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAiGCx8hI/AAAAAAAABQw/gZk3P6kMg18/s400/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAiD24BgI/AAAAAAAABQ4/fppf1sz9cFw/s1600-h/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218054072157341186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAiD24BgI/AAAAAAAABQ4/fppf1sz9cFw/s400/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't watch Wanted today!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Caught "Don't back down" instead. Quite nice actuallyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't went school today! :(&lt;br /&gt;My health is getting poorer. Sighsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7201289620315060437?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7201289620315060437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7201289620315060437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7201289620315060437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7201289620315060437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/07/didnt-watch-wanted-today-caught-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGpAhgJqTzI/AAAAAAAABQg/RdPJIEBpS40/s72-c/DSC01303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-2692672432774827792</id><published>2008-06-30T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:21:40.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, very tired.</title><content type='html'>I'm very tired :(&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I can sleep early today.. Alright, I went sick bay during Biology lesson today and I slept for an hour. That's how tired I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand school :( Now, I'm reading my maths worksheet that may take me more and an hour to finish. &lt;strong&gt;I can't do maths for nuts! &lt;/strong&gt;How many times must I repeat that.. Arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. I need more holidays. Anyway, I didn't went training today. Omg, I'm very bad I know!!!!! I'm feeling so guilty now. Guess why I didn't go. Cos' of Felicia lor! She don't wanna go with me. Manda and Wen are not going either so I don't wanna be loner. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went hawker with Xinghao, Avril and Edward for lunch. Then they left and Zoe, Yanling, Maykuan and Simin came. Chatted and ate dessert.. after that, went to find Baby as he just knock-off from work. Met him and went to his house. Used the com for a while and went to sleep. Can't sleep thoughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Alright, Baby's lil brother is super violent can!! He whacked me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, receieved almost all pictures. Picked out some of which I think that is nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvF85ExI/AAAAAAAABP4/jH3bIaYqg6o/s1600-h/_MG_2539_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677163569419026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvF85ExI/AAAAAAAABP4/jH3bIaYqg6o/s400/_MG_2539_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvfqSGlI/AAAAAAAABQA/l6uOSYSp5lM/s1600-h/_MG_2541_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677170470689362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvfqSGlI/AAAAAAAABQA/l6uOSYSp5lM/s400/_MG_2541_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvrOikvI/AAAAAAAABQI/AspSYilHMYA/s1600-h/_MG_2563_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677173575553778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvrOikvI/AAAAAAAABQI/AspSYilHMYA/s400/_MG_2563_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvklEeZI/AAAAAAAABQQ/PVze6b5aLEI/s1600-h/_MG_2533_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677171791002002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvklEeZI/AAAAAAAABQQ/PVze6b5aLEI/s400/_MG_2533_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be another torturous day in school tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;Catching Wanted tomorrow...... OMG CANT WAIT! SCHOOL MUST END FAST.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-2692672432774827792?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2692672432774827792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=2692672432774827792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2692672432774827792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2692672432774827792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired-very-tired.html' title='Tired, very tired.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGjpvF85ExI/AAAAAAAABP4/jH3bIaYqg6o/s72-c/_MG_2539_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7726569771060562548</id><published>2008-06-29T22:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:59:03.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long can you be mine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrHZygTI/AAAAAAAABOg/IScO1ZJhpFo/s1600-h/_MG_2527_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217309858355904818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrHZygTI/AAAAAAAABOg/IScO1ZJhpFo/s400/_MG_2527_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecf1-v_lI/AAAAAAAABPw/kKPIZesoeJ0/s1600-h/_MG_2529_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217310764212158034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecf1-v_lI/AAAAAAAABPw/kKPIZesoeJ0/s400/_MG_2529_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon looking at these two photos, I think I need braces. :(&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I like these two cos of the background. It was really difficult to take some photos cos the place was actually filled with alot of people.. So alot of people was staring at me! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to find Baby at his place today! Yes yes, &lt;strong&gt;I went to his place to find me without him fetching me. &lt;/strong&gt;Haha! He has been coming to my place very often.. so, I think I should take the initiative, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was busy cooking lunch for me when I reached.&lt;br /&gt;This is his creation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrI1KvlI/AAAAAAAABOo/GNCxh0W35Zo/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217309858739174994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrI1KvlI/AAAAAAAABOo/GNCxh0W35Zo/s400/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Inside the chicken thigh, he stuffed some golden mushrooms inside cos he know that I like it! Hehehhe. Very nice even though the spag is a lil hard. I love my boyfriend! :D&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how often can you find a boyfriend that is willing to spend time cooking a meal just for his girlfriend? I'm the luckiest girl!&lt;em&gt;(in my mind)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for him to bath after eating, I stared to cam whore! Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I have very fat cheeks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrde2wWI/AAAAAAAABOw/Gm494NT4iTQ/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217309864282734946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrde2wWI/AAAAAAAABOw/Gm494NT4iTQ/s400/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrfuZyvI/AAAAAAAABO4/TLI4rmFwcQc/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217309864884816626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrfuZyvI/AAAAAAAABO4/TLI4rmFwcQc/s400/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrscvF9I/AAAAAAAABPA/2ujQIK9rPIw/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217309868300376018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrscvF9I/AAAAAAAABPA/2ujQIK9rPIw/s400/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I love this yellow crab softtoy and his bed. Super comfy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecN1OZqWI/AAAAAAAABPI/05PdWeJ6RMA/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217310454771722594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecN1OZqWI/AAAAAAAABPI/05PdWeJ6RMA/s400/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecODgfOYI/AAAAAAAABPQ/iA9zyrc7yY4/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217310458605681026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecODgfOYI/AAAAAAAABPQ/iA9zyrc7yY4/s400/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecODqhS7I/AAAAAAAABPY/6O5vys_39OM/s1600-h/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217310458647759794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecODqhS7I/AAAAAAAABPY/6O5vys_39OM/s400/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecOfAMcNI/AAAAAAAABPg/SuE9In8KZo4/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217310465986425042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecOfAMcNI/AAAAAAAABPg/SuE9In8KZo4/s400/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecOfPWtYI/AAAAAAAABPo/YtoJY6YtIJE/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217310466050012546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGecOfPWtYI/AAAAAAAABPo/YtoJY6YtIJE/s400/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we went Cine and walked around. Went to taka, then wisma, then far east.&lt;br /&gt;Baby bought a shirt and I bought a tube dress. Hahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Joel :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all. School tomorrow and I'm not excited at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL IS SO &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;COOL AT ALL. &gt;:@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7726569771060562548?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7726569771060562548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7726569771060562548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7726569771060562548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7726569771060562548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-long-can-you-be-mine.html' title='How long can you be mine?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGebrHZygTI/AAAAAAAABOg/IScO1ZJhpFo/s72-c/_MG_2527_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4663288717037429982</id><published>2008-06-28T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:36:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Received three photos already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT SEE IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING AGAINST ANY OF MY PHOTOS. I'LL NOT ENTERTAIN ANY OF YOU PEOPLE. YOUR COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGZYHZ1qSBI/AAAAAAAABOI/bZ8oIVW-kx8/s1600-h/_MG_2517_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216954102573582354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGZYHZ1qSBI/AAAAAAAABOI/bZ8oIVW-kx8/s400/_MG_2517_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGZYHscBlVI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eVu3dVD10uc/s1600-h/_MG_2521_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216954107566331218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGZYHscBlVI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eVu3dVD10uc/s400/_MG_2521_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGZYH_pnWzI/AAAAAAAABOY/IDhI00mzs0A/s1600-h/_MG_2522_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216954112723606322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGZYH_pnWzI/AAAAAAAABOY/IDhI00mzs0A/s400/_MG_2522_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look fat :(&lt;br /&gt;Especially my legs. Omg!!!!!! And, I usually don't smile in shoots cos' feedbacks from photographers says I have that attitude/aggressive/fierce/qian-bian look or whatsoever-you-call-it-look suits me best. *HAHAHAHA* Yes, I know it's abit weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, FYI, I don't wear heels. Only on big occasions like wedding nights etc then I'll &lt;strong&gt;consider&lt;/strong&gt; wearing them. All the heels except for one in my house is all my sis's! I've got like ALOT of heels at home which all belongs to my sister(ya lah, except one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand the blisters forming on your leg after a tired day wearing like super high heels out. I'll pity my legs! Guess what? I already have a small and not-very-painful blister on my leg already. Walao eh! Thanks to my itchy fingers that actually just burst it like 5 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-opps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've got nothing much to say now......&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4663288717037429982?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4663288717037429982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4663288717037429982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4663288717037429982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4663288717037429982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGZYHZ1qSBI/AAAAAAAABOI/bZ8oIVW-kx8/s72-c/_MG_2517_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-5099724545445007524</id><published>2008-06-28T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:45:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi sweets!&lt;br /&gt;Remember this guy from Project Superstar's 1st season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGY-m2EU6VI/AAAAAAAABOA/XsTg1JL6G1M/s1600-h/07101901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGY-m2EU6VI/AAAAAAAABOA/XsTg1JL6G1M/s400/07101901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216926055424911698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ignore the hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember? Derrick Hoh Wei Jian. I remember few years back, I'm in love with his cute-ness lah! Especially his super adorable and innocent cute smile. Heheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his album is coming out in about a months time...so, stay tune!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for training today cos' I still got a lil cramp :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a 1 and a half hour shoot. Pictures were pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Will post up once photographer sends them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for Baby to knock-off from work. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-5099724545445007524?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5099724545445007524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=5099724545445007524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5099724545445007524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5099724545445007524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-sweets-remember-this-guy-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGY-m2EU6VI/AAAAAAAABOA/XsTg1JL6G1M/s72-c/07101901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3567802665775078918</id><published>2008-06-27T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:08:56.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting.. indeed.</title><content type='html'>Omg guys. I wanna watch "Wanted" so much. Even as a girl, looking at Angelina Jolie makes me droolllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4pWuFv48Zk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4pWuFv48Zk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5uMlNKozweg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5uMlNKozweg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhh!! After watching it.. don't you wanna go get a ticket for the movie too?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Baby's and my anniversary's on 25th.. cos the movie was launched on 26th in Singapore! Mannnnnnnnn.. this is so unfair :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because Michelle is practically super duper ultra bored now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SHOULD HAVE AN INTERESTING POST HERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited already right? Excited or not!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EXCITED!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, self-entertainment.. I know, I know. Anyway... yes.. post some pictures up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry.. Not pictures of myself. Haha. &lt;em&gt;(what a relief)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, as I was doing my cheena holiday assignment(yes i did it ok!).. I found this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG! hahhaha in publicccccccccc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWyNtejI/AAAAAAAABN4/cBhjAc14Crw/s1600-h/2007121811274674617219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216576134814988850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWyNtejI/AAAAAAAABN4/cBhjAc14Crw/s400/2007121811274674617219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this uncleeeeeeeeee... zzz please do not hold the balloon like this ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWYBL-GI/AAAAAAAABNY/28lE65QU10M/s1600-h/getMediumSizePhoto5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216576127783139426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWYBL-GI/AAAAAAAABNY/28lE65QU10M/s400/getMediumSizePhoto5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-faints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the best be the last. I have pictures of nude models. Don't drool yet.. Haha! Wait till you see them ok? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna have them up in my mouth!!! &lt;strong&gt;Loookssss so yummmmmmmyyyy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWkydppI/AAAAAAAABNg/l-ZqF3R261A/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216576131211044498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWkydppI/AAAAAAAABNg/l-ZqF3R261A/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWvKNtoI/AAAAAAAABNo/HtV5gt2GGEw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216576133995017858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWvKNtoI/AAAAAAAABNo/HtV5gt2GGEw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye piggies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWx4UWtI/AAAAAAAABNw/GoEYP55-CLM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216576134725262034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWx4UWtI/AAAAAAAABNw/GoEYP55-CLM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3567802665775078918?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3567802665775078918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3567802665775078918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3567802665775078918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3567802665775078918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/interesting-indeed.html' title='Interesting.. indeed.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGUAWyNtejI/AAAAAAAABN4/cBhjAc14Crw/s72-c/2007121811274674617219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1346851236526243500</id><published>2008-06-27T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:12:51.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall for you</title><content type='html'>I'm at home :(&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been attending school for two days. Should have gone today.. but still, not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;Cramps was very bad yesterday. Baby came over in the morning and bought porridge for me before heading to work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, not be meeting him today. He's at gym now..&lt;br /&gt;Hope he have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be rotting at home till, I don't know when. Haven't eaten anything yet and I don't feel hungry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1346851236526243500?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1346851236526243500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1346851236526243500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1346851236526243500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1346851236526243500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/fall-for-you.html' title='Fall for you'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-5004352931409108700</id><published>2008-06-26T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:28:23.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg); BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial'" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;a title="eSpin the Bottle" href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833"&gt;&lt;img title="Behold... My Future" height="150" alt="Behold... My Future" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;Boonpeng&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;Singapore&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;Shack&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;6 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;Black Mini Cooper&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;Photographer&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;a title="whats your future" href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833"&gt;&lt;img height="33" alt="whats your future" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTQ*NzI*MTg4MDMmcHQ9MTIxNDQ3MjQzMjAzMyZwPTExMDk5MSZkPU1hc2grR2FtZSZuPSZnPTE=.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will have 6 kidz?! That's crazy. Hahhaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-5004352931409108700?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5004352931409108700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=5004352931409108700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5004352931409108700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5004352931409108700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-man.html' title='Oh man'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8101866071151622060</id><published>2008-06-26T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:16:14.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free vouchers/ movie tickets etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://www.yourvoice.com.sg/sg/page.asp?e_page=352834"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click to get free vouchers/ movie tickets etc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Register and do surveys, AND TA-DAH, YOU GET YOUR REWARDS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8101866071151622060?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8101866071151622060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8101866071151622060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8101866071151622060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8101866071151622060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/free-vouchers-movie-tickets-etc.html' title='Free vouchers/ movie tickets etc'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-7236460925833623431</id><published>2008-06-25T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:04:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you were here tonight.</title><content type='html'>I'm drinking milo now and I think my cramps are killing me :(&lt;br /&gt;I want Baby!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing homework just now(yes i do!) and I stopped cos' I cannot stand the painfulness of my cramps. It's killing me, seriously! Urghh.. So, yeah school was fine today but I kept falling asleep. Classes were too boring and I was really sleepy plus my cramps... Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first thought it is those pang-sai pain. Haha! Then at the end I think it's menstrual cramps. How dumb can Michelle get? Gosh! Alright, after school I guess I was the first one to get out of class. Haha. Cos' Baby was outside waiting for me and I cannot wait to get home to have a warm bath. So, met him and cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up, check the movie time etc and used the train to Jurong Point. Got our tickets before having lunch. Caught "Get Smart"! Super funny movie. If it's not for my cramps, I guess I can enjoy the show more.. really lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 1 YEAR AND 6 MONTHS TO BABY AND I! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past months, I guess you have been really taking care of me and loving me with your wholeheart(hopefully!). You have taught me alot of things.. And now I know, even the whole world gives up on me, you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we have quarrels here and there sometimes, which is really rare, it is a process whereby we get to build closer bonds with each other which is called love. :) I have never thought of having you in my life, being a significant person in my life. You must be a gift from God to me cos you're way too good for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your tolerance for the past months and also loving who I am. Thanks for all your little suprises everytime and making my life wonderful. I wouldn't be who I am now if not for you.. Thanks alot, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-7236460925833623431?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7236460925833623431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=7236460925833623431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7236460925833623431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/7236460925833623431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish-you-were-here-tonight.html' title='I wish you were here tonight.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-6578151279313173364</id><published>2008-06-24T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:42:20.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the best damn thing &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Am eating apple at sucha late hour now. Baby just left my house not long ago! I'm so contented that I have such a lovely as my boyfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was so boring as usual. I was so damn tired this morning and I couldn't sleep because the bus was fucking noisy! Urghh.. Neither can Charles sleep. The both of us was so annoyed. &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst lesson today was Biology. Gosh, the teacher can kill all of us with his face man- like a horse. Lol. Manda gave me my present! Haha, a prepaid card and a gigantic lollipop :D Super huge manz. Thanks hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Daddy came to fetch me as I needa go get my I/C done. Went to Lavenda then took the passport size photos. Omg, I look super weird man :( The process of making my I/C was faster than what we expected. Around 15 minutes only, plus waiting time! Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy lunch home after that and came home. Mommy and Daddy went to fetch Sis from school and they went Jurong Point. Didn't felt like going and Baby came over! Slacked, watched tv. I treasure every moment spent with him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The gigantic lollipop Manda gave me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGXuzkUVI/AAAAAAAABMg/Wi-nLH4c4qY/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215456848242823506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGXuzkUVI/AAAAAAAABMg/Wi-nLH4c4qY/s400/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGXlesSoI/AAAAAAAABMo/Yq19v5of6aA/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215456845739346562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGXlesSoI/AAAAAAAABMo/Yq19v5of6aA/s400/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;with super loads of smaller lollipops inside! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGXnHG0rI/AAAAAAAABMw/Tx7nEtSFk5Q/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215456846177292978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGXnHG0rI/AAAAAAAABMw/Tx7nEtSFk5Q/s400/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGX52sXDI/AAAAAAAABM4/iuowQOxd5Cc/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215456851208723506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGX52sXDI/AAAAAAAABM4/iuowQOxd5Cc/s400/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so bad to pinch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGX0f63UI/AAAAAAAABNA/q5zx-5F79i0/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215456849771027778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGX0f63UI/AAAAAAAABNA/q5zx-5F79i0/s400/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to form hearts that looks weird. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEG80farCI/AAAAAAAABNI/MEfhcW9ytxQ/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215457485424077858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEG80farCI/AAAAAAAABNI/MEfhcW9ytxQ/s400/DSC01248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEG9M-8mNI/AAAAAAAABNQ/rkPHqvz0NXY/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215457491998775506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEG9M-8mNI/AAAAAAAABNQ/rkPHqvz0NXY/s400/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Baby's and mine 1 year 6 months anniversary! :D&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go catch a movie with him after school yeah. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-6578151279313173364?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6578151279313173364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=6578151279313173364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6578151279313173364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/6578151279313173364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-best-damn-thing-3.html' title='You&apos;re the best damn thing &lt;3'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SGEGXuzkUVI/AAAAAAAABMg/Wi-nLH4c4qY/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4937827446325376473</id><published>2008-06-23T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:07:23.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school.</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up at 5.50am just to prepare myself to school despite the fact that I was having difficulties in sleeping after talking to Baby on the phone till 12am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it's still early cos' I haven't been sleeping at such early time since the holidays and I cannot stand the earliness! Haha. Anyway, yeah, dragged myself out of bed to brush my teeth. Felt so refreshing after bathe. Yeah, then got ready and left house with a butter bread for my breakfast. :D Whenever I leave my house for school, I'd always remember the days where Baby and I were still in the same school and he would come all the way to my place early in the morning just to send me to school and to see me for 45minutes before the long day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, sometimes(actually most the time) he would pass me a packet of Milo! Heheh. He was the reason which made me so excited about going to school everyday, because I know the minute I leave my house, I can see my beloved boyfriend! He never complains to me how tired it is to wake up early in the morning just to send me to school, never grudge about it etc. I've realised that my attendence is school last year was almost full whereas for this half a year, my absent rate is OMFG. Haha! It's all because no ones motivates me to get out of my bed early in the morning happily to go to school. No more that feeling :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of that. I know, I know. School was very very boring and our seats have been re-arranged. I'm now sitting in the third row. Say bye bye to my first row seat with retarted Cedric! I'm now sitting with Fatin :) Hopefully everything turns out right! Behind me is Bryan Hu. Yeah, he always teaches me in studies stuffs :) Zoe is seated really close to me, so fear not, there's jokes in boring classes! Anyway, recieved presents from Juyan, Jiarong, Avril and Jeremy today! Thanks alot sweets &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my holiday assignment for Chinese. It was really hilarious. Should blog about it tomorrow cos' the clock is tickling away real fast and soon its time for me to SLEEP! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4937827446325376473?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4937827446325376473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4937827446325376473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4937827446325376473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4937827446325376473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-8111778604388340906</id><published>2008-06-22T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:04:28.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REOPENING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOURS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I tell you, I'm definitely still not ready for school yet.&lt;br /&gt;I still have alot of stuffs not done yet, alot of things that I haven't buy which means I need more shopping and, I even have to turn down shoots because of school! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is sucha hassle. School means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Have to wake up as early as 6am for school.&lt;br /&gt;2. More homework hence more stress.&lt;br /&gt;3. No extra time for other stuffs. E.g shopping.&lt;br /&gt;4. Less time for Baby.&lt;br /&gt;5. Less freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst thing is, I have to wake up so early just to travel to school.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to wake up later, I have to transfer to bus after taking MRT to Commonwealth. Gosh! I hate school :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, teachers have to nag at us students for out attire, appearance etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate that. Tomorrow confirm got attire check one lor! Super annoying. So many teachers walking around you to inspect on your attire, hair and ear for ear studs(!!). Super unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the only thing that I enjoy in school is that I can enjoy hanging out with my beloved friends. Thats the only thing!!!!!!! I cannot stand lesson that are forever so boring and when the teachers start their lesson, I will always have the tendency to fall asleep because they sound so much like singing a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School always have a delay in dismissal time and now, worst still because almost all of my classmates including me have to stay back after school almost everyday as our MYE results are not ideal, in fact, very badly done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I only have to stay back for two days per week(hopefully, as Mrs Toh said), to study for E maths which I'm really a gone-case student in that stupid and horrible subject. And, two days after school I have trainings. Two days of maths + two days of trainings = four days of staying back in school per week. Which means, I only have one day free after school to go out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby have work now and his school is restarting in another two weeks time. And, if I'm really super busy with school, we will not be able to meet up with each other that often anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know we will not drift apart like last time because our relationship is quite stable, I'll still feel guilty if I don't have time for him. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Baby came to my house in the afternoon and he had dinner at my house cos he loves my Dad's cooking. Haha! He's such a lovely to have peeled so many prawns for me to eat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I really have to sleep early for &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-8111778604388340906?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8111778604388340906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=8111778604388340906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8111778604388340906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/8111778604388340906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/school.html' title='School &gt;:('/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1901753235867356533</id><published>2008-06-21T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:41:01.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Edited)</title><content type='html'>This is my pretty boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SF3lV6Ebo7I/AAAAAAAABMI/BJgQ1LCBVU0/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214576108092761010" style="CURSOR: hand" height="385" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SF3lV6Ebo7I/AAAAAAAABMI/BJgQ1LCBVU0/s400/DSC01209.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SF3lWEcOMUI/AAAAAAAABMQ/zDCFIQ0JOPY/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214576110876897602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SF3lWEcOMUI/AAAAAAAABMQ/zDCFIQ0JOPY/s400/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my beloved boyfriend to reach home from work &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my current mood:&lt;/strong&gt; @#%#$^%&amp;amp;%#^%$%, you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like shitz at home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SF3lWFl2yrI/AAAAAAAABMY/Ja4pMFyA1cI/s1600-h/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214576111185742514" style="CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SF3lWFl2yrI/AAAAAAAABMY/Ja4pMFyA1cI/s400/DSC01173.JPG" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1901753235867356533?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1901753235867356533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1901753235867356533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1901753235867356533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1901753235867356533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-waiting-for-my-beloved-boyfriend-to.html' title='(Edited)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SF3lV6Ebo7I/AAAAAAAABMI/BJgQ1LCBVU0/s72-c/DSC01209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-5474899795633773855</id><published>2008-06-21T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:57:13.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparent. No?</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to rant everything here. Please do not read if you're a hater of mine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really really cannot tahan my family members!&lt;/em&gt; (sis and dad only)&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much like a "ding-tei" at home. No matter what I do, they &lt;strong&gt;CONFIRM&lt;/strong&gt; got negative comments one lor. Seriously man, I really wish I can rent myself a room/house outside and stay myself. If it's not because of money and &lt;s&gt;age&lt;/s&gt; factor, I would have done it long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tonight went I came back, my sister started adding comments when I say that I'm going out to accompany Jeanna for dinner. She went like "&lt;em&gt;So late already why must accompany her ah?&lt;/em&gt;" etc etc, when it's only freaking 8.30pm?! And, it's only at central which is less than five minutes walk from my place. She can reach home at 12am, 1am.. and I didn't even add any unneccessary comments. Worst is, my parents is also biased against her. Yes, this sounds so much like what a five year old kid would say. But, mine.. ridiculous.(&lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, sometimes I find her quite ok or even cute. Haha! But, those who are quite close with me.. you should know how she is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't feel like saying how biased my parents actually are. Because I know, they may have some reasons for it(which i really cannot find any though)? Or maybe, I'm not their real child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I let my imagination runs wild..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I wanna highlight on is, my dad. Yes, my &lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt;. It seems that I can never be close to him or even talk to him nicely without quarrelling in a day. He has a very bad temper.. as in those really really bad one. For a small thing, he can scream and shout at me like mad. JUST FOR ONE SMALL TINY WINY THING. Stuffs that are really insignificant like, I forgot to off the water heater?! He is very unreasonable indeed. Just like for just now, he ask me in a very attitude way "&lt;em&gt;why you go do facial&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I personally think that, people who ask this question have no common sense. If he's not my dad, I would have already replied him with the same question. Damnn.. I don't mean that my Dad has no common sense.. it's quite obvious that he's trying to find faults on whatever stuff I do.. may it be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom? I think she's great. Even though she might scold me for nothing sometimes, I think she's a great Mom that have sacrificed alot for this family.. cos my Dad is a gone-case person. Shall not elaborate futher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I might have an unhappy family, I'm really thankful to God to place those important people around me. Especially Baby and some of my friends etc. Baby's love and concern for me, is so much more stronger than my family members(exclude mom.. but it's almost the same.) For my beloved friends, they know so much more about me than them. These people have left a big impact in my life. I wouldn't be who I am now if it wasn't for them.(sound amazing, but real).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I shouldn't think of the bad times/stuffs in my life. I should look at how lucky and fortunate I am to have what I have now. Better get going now! It's going 2am in the morning.. Baby's gonna kill me for sleeping so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;If you're not satisfied/happy with whatever I have written above, I suggest that you should just leave this site. My comment box is not for self-centered hate comments nor for you to dirty it. Tyvm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-5474899795633773855?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5474899795633773855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=5474899795633773855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5474899795633773855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/5474899795633773855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/transparent-no.html' title='Transparent. No?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-34168163271966759</id><published>2008-06-20T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:03:07.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know.</title><content type='html'>Am really in a bad mood now.&lt;br /&gt;Do not wish to elaborate any further. Anyway, facial was awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Outdoor shoot tomorror, Sunday's cancelled! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-34168163271966759?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/34168163271966759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=34168163271966759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/34168163271966759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/34168163271966759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-2522752062658781689</id><published>2008-06-19T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:40:05.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm right here.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, just a post telling how I felt earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I met Shuwen in the early noon to hunt for something. Yes, I didn't went for training. Haha! The trip to IMM was a little crazy. We laughed and talked alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went food court to have our lunch and we took shutter bus home. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went to get Baby's wax at Venus and we walked around there and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came back with two parcel on his hands! :D&lt;br /&gt;It was my dress and the freebie I got from fr3b. Wanna know more about it? Click on the link on your right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFptx4ZEImI/AAAAAAAABLo/AKVKUyLPV04/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213600222353302114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFptx4ZEImI/AAAAAAAABLo/AKVKUyLPV04/s400/DSC01186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFptyIzcMII/AAAAAAAABLw/sZcw2GjWJGc/s1600-h/DSC01187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213600226758897794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFptyIzcMII/AAAAAAAABLw/sZcw2GjWJGc/s400/DSC01187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFptyX3nHbI/AAAAAAAABL4/oV_j8cwpT7o/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213600230802922930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFptyX3nHbI/AAAAAAAABL4/oV_j8cwpT7o/s400/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFpt0L9Qn9I/AAAAAAAABMA/a4zQh79WlyM/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213600261965127634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFpt0L9Qn9I/AAAAAAAABMA/a4zQh79WlyM/s400/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's also comes with another transparent zip bag which is really suitable to put these facial products. :) I've been shopping online like crazy these days. This morning, just bought another dress. Gosh. I'm sucha shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night earthlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-2522752062658781689?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2522752062658781689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=2522752062658781689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2522752062658781689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2522752062658781689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-right-here.html' title='I&apos;m right here.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFptx4ZEImI/AAAAAAAABLo/AKVKUyLPV04/s72-c/DSC01186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3057658587415069001</id><published>2008-06-19T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:58:43.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFpl2BMpn1I/AAAAAAAABLg/nSHjJDMOZZg/s1600-h/z109507029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591497343606610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFpl2BMpn1I/AAAAAAAABLg/nSHjJDMOZZg/s400/z109507029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think everybody has brokenness. There's no doubt about that. We live in a fallen world. This is not heaven. Everybody has scars. Everybody is hurting somewhere, I guarantee you that. Everyone has a hidden hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to hold a lot in. But for me, it's sometimes even harder to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy person. I swear I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sing in the shower. And dance down hallways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh and giggle. I do all the things happy people do. I just love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that doesn't mean I don't miss him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't mean that I don't wish things had ended differently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it doesn't mean that I don't get upset over the fact that he doesn't miss me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No....It doesn't mean that at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm glad that I have Boonpeng in my life. Cos' the love and care he have for me, nobody can replace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3057658587415069001?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3057658587415069001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3057658587415069001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3057658587415069001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3057658587415069001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-love-somebody-set-them-free-if.html' title='If you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFpl2BMpn1I/AAAAAAAABLg/nSHjJDMOZZg/s72-c/z109507029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3223157077131611895</id><published>2008-06-19T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:07:38.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the boy I fell in love with.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding with our minds exactly what we want our hearts to feel, sometimes we just have to go with it and just enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFkxrO5FcaI/AAAAAAAABLA/UIDUX-416Zo/s1600-h/z92121220.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213252662459724194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFkxrO5FcaI/AAAAAAAABLA/UIDUX-416Zo/s400/z92121220.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love's in red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFkxrfG2inI/AAAAAAAABLI/7aoV2fMzMiA/s1600-h/z103522310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213252666812435058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFkxrfG2inI/AAAAAAAABLI/7aoV2fMzMiA/s400/z103522310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been taking pictures of myself. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFkxr3kMQlI/AAAAAAAABLU/W3SoTG7KFq4/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213252673377944146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFkxr3kMQlI/AAAAAAAABLU/W3SoTG7KFq4/s400/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3223157077131611895?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3223157077131611895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3223157077131611895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3223157077131611895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3223157077131611895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-boy-i-fell-in-love-with.html' title='I miss the boy I fell in love with.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFkxrO5FcaI/AAAAAAAABLA/UIDUX-416Zo/s72-c/z92121220.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-9222673380414504363</id><published>2008-06-18T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:01:13.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat + Side Dishes Buffet @ Marina Square's Rajar Inn!</title><content type='html'>Hello earthlings. I just got back not long and I'm quite tired :(&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Forum Mall to meet Yongquan and Ally at Macs. They gave me a Elmo puppet and Elmo bookmark as my birthday present. Thanks! :D Slacked for a while and ate McFlurry. Went Watson and got a Maybelline Eyeliner and Clean and Clear's oil absorbing paper for Zoe. Haha! I know it's weird but... &lt;em&gt;we really don't know what to get for her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 111 to Suntec City after that and walked to Marina Square. On the bus, I helped Yongquan to reply his message. Haha! Super funny. The person asked if he's alright and I replied " Aw.. I'm alright :O". Then, that person replied "You are still outside with your friends right?" And I replied "Dang ran lo!(&lt;em&gt;in cheena&lt;/em&gt;)"! Hahahah :D After which, the person replied again, saying "So, am I disturbing you?". And guess what I replied? I replied "Dang ran lo!(&lt;em&gt;in cheena&lt;/em&gt;)"again! Ok, I know I'm super bad. : Sounds so much like a child here! Omg, haha. Wo shi xiao hai zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching Marina Sq, we went Starbucks to get a drink. Guess what? Yongquan added one more packet of sugar into my iced latte after I have already put 4 or 5 packets into it. So basically, I was drinking sugar drink! I really cannot stand the sweetness lor. &lt;strong&gt;Super&lt;/strong&gt;.. cannot tahan! &gt;:( I'm so gonna get diabetes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, Zoe and co reached and decide on where to have our dinner. Decided to eat at Rajar Inn. Then, Baby came and we had dinner altogether. :) Was super full! We ate alot. And, I really mean alot! We kept ordering side dished non-stop. Especially Baby and Yongquan! The food there is really nice, you guys should go and eat if you have never eaten before. There is quite a few outlets in Singapore. So, around 9, Baby and I went off first. Really super full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used the train home after that :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for training tomorrow! Included that IF I don't oversleep. :P You know, I'm sucha piggy during the holidays? Haha.Wanted to go and do my I/C tomorrow and Baby actually promised to accompany me to go. But, he'll be working tomorrow so he cannot accompany me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Never mind, Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good sleep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-9222673380414504363?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9222673380414504363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=9222673380414504363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9222673380414504363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9222673380414504363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/steamboat-side-dishes-buffet-marina.html' title='Steamboat + Side Dishes Buffet @ Marina Square&apos;s Rajar Inn!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4964825842059958782</id><published>2008-06-18T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:35:09.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my beloved Zoe Choo! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>It's raining fucking heavily. Makes me don't feel like going out so much. :(&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly meeting Minji at 2.. but she say she gotta help her Mom do something so she'll only be able to go out at 3? But I'm meeting the rest at around 4 plus so the time is really tight. In the end, decided not to meet Minji. Baby went for his dragonboat training at i-don't-know where. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for Yongquan's call. Gonna go meet him and Ally later, earlier to get something done. And, guess what? They don't allow me to go down too early cos' they are going to get my present first! Walao eh. My birthday's like 6 days ago?! It's ok, it's the thoughts that counts. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I still haven't get all my presents yet. It's always like this! I can only able to get all my presents after the holidays when school reopens. WHY? Cos' my birthday falls in the holiday when not everybody will come out specially just to pass me my present. Except some, of course.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so so not in the mood of going out now! Upon hearing the thunders and stuffs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no choice. It's someone's birthday and, I can't possibly turn down their 'invitation'. No?&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog later after I come back only IF, I have the mood or either, I have alot to say and is still feeling awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4964825842059958782?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4964825842059958782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4964825842059958782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4964825842059958782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4964825842059958782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-my-beloved-zoe-choo-3.html' title='Happy Birthday my beloved Zoe Choo! &lt;3'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-4169630918182555730</id><published>2008-06-17T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:32:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping online.</title><content type='html'>Omg I'm so freaking bored :(&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, Baby's at work now!!! Ok, he just messaged me and say he's heading home now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him like mad. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came over pretty early this morning. He bought Big Macs for me! Then he ate McGriddles. Did I tell you guys before that, MCGRIDDLES SUCKS TO DA CORE?! It really suck. How can hotcakes blends in well with beef patties?! Like seriously. Yes, there's alot of creativity down here but you still have to make sure if it is tasty/acceptable by the society etc etc. I have friends that actually &lt;strong&gt;puked &lt;/strong&gt;after they ate it. How bad? Anyway, yes, there's also people who loves it but &lt;strong&gt;in my opinion&lt;/strong&gt;(i better highlight it before people starts to criticise), it suck. IT REALLY REALLY SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, enough of ranting, I know. Anyway, so we ate and used the computer. Melvin(my sis's boyfriend) came over and I went to bathe while Baby continued using the computer. Got myself ready after which, we headed to the MRT station. Went to transfer funds at the ATM(i'll tell later) and I headed to Novena wherea he headed to Lavenda to collect his working uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoot went on pretty well. It's at Balestier Road. Then I got paid and took cab to City Hall and trained home. Haha, yes, pretty stupid. The reason I alighted at City Hall is because I totally cannot tahan the smell of the freaking cab. I can almost puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, then I reached home, ate dinner blah blah blah and now, blogging and waiting for my beloved to reach home. Anyway, the transfering of funds. I went hardcore online shopping last night and I saw alot of good deals! So, I happily ordered, ordered and ordered :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't overspend! Alright, I better wait for my beloved to come online. Bye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-4169630918182555730?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4169630918182555730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=4169630918182555730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4169630918182555730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/4169630918182555730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/shopping-online.html' title='Shopping online.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1128867176966069456</id><published>2008-06-16T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:45:00.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been waiting.</title><content type='html'>Hi sweets! :D&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to do so I'm here blogging. Today was a really &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;Baby was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to send breakfast for me this morning but he can't in the end cos' he have training @ Kallang! Awwwwwwwwww.. But well, he's coming over tomorrow morning instead!&lt;br /&gt;Love him to bits. &lt;em&gt;-hugs him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went Kallang today, too! Recieved call from photographer early in the morning for TFCD shoot. Since I don't have any things to do, went! The shoot was really boring, no interest. Haha! But I did it in the end, gained experience, no? Having shoots tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. Really very packed this week, as well as Baby. He's starting work tomorrow already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his job is really slacky. :/ I'm jealoussssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Baby sent me home after the shoot and we rushed back home cos my house was filled with baby cockroaches(!!!!). The government is spraying heavy insecticide at the area around my place and my house was filled with super cannot-tahan-smell smoke. Walao eh. Donny even coughed upon smelling the insecticide. So, all the cockroaches came from the big rubbish bin and OMGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cockroaches, I tell you! They look so ugly, so disgusting and they go to smelly places thus bring around super hell lots of germs with them. &lt;em&gt;-faints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, Baby and I went to have dinner at a nearby coffee shop. Ate curry fishhead! Omg, I love good food. My stomach was so filled up in the end and I have a bloated stomach :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, so fat already still eat so many. I know myself lor, so you guys don't need to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, tomorrow will be a long day again, with high income! F21, Topshop etc etc here I come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bYeZxZxz. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1128867176966069456?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1128867176966069456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1128867176966069456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1128867176966069456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1128867176966069456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-waiting.html' title='I&apos;ve been waiting.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1881390115709776003</id><published>2008-06-15T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:58:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your shadows still lingers.</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for not updating in words. Haha, but I guess pictures can do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went out with Baby for a while. Went to Far East to get my bikini.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked around and saw HAN MINJI! Omgz, we never fail to meet each others on the streets. This is called YUAN FEN, hor? Anyway, yea, Baby sent me home and he went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, met Jeanna around late afternoon and ate at Commonwealth's koufu. It's filled with memories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we actually ate for 1 hour! Haha! Then we went Bugis as Jeanna wanna get something from the Beauty Spring's bugis outlet. Went to find Jesselyn and chit chat for a while and we walked around Bugis Junction. Bought Clinique scrub wash at Sasa and she bought alot of masks! You people should really go and get maskS from there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went IMM later cos' we got nothing better to do, and Jeanna wanted to eat the Rice balls from the food court there. Haha! Walked around, and settled down at the food court. We had a hard time finding seats as it's dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually cannot believe the fact that, we were hungry only 3 hours after lunch. Usually if we ate lunch at such time, we will not eat dinner one lor! Shit, our appetite is bigger now&lt;br /&gt;:( PUBERTY. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used the shutter bus home, and accompanied her to wait for bus at interchange. Went home after that. I'm having a shoot this Tuesday. I'm not going for training tomorrow and tuesday plus friday. Coach is so gonna kill me cos I'll miss out the friendly match. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked timing for facial this friday. Haha! I don't patronise beauty shops frequently. But, I can feel my complexion getting worse. Even though there is no pimples/acnes. I'm still young! I must start taking care of my skin already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, bye! Yes, I know I'm crapping cos' I feel so not myself now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1881390115709776003?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1881390115709776003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1881390115709776003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1881390115709776003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1881390115709776003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-shadows-still-lingers.html' title='Your shadows still lingers.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-9067915262216333869</id><published>2008-06-14T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:20:09.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 June: Happy Birthday Auni!&lt;br /&gt;Today: Happy Birthday Cher Ying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZxj-qulI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QwkoterOJuw/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748639292701266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZxj-qulI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QwkoterOJuw/s400/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZygtcNBI/AAAAAAAABKA/_cvaMI1M-aU/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748655595009042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZygtcNBI/AAAAAAAABKA/_cvaMI1M-aU/s400/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZ0TOVq4I/AAAAAAAABKQ/pkCGMt3iGXQ/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748686334634882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZ0TOVq4I/AAAAAAAABKQ/pkCGMt3iGXQ/s400/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZ1Kkh6vI/AAAAAAAABKY/WPxGokPikR4/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748701191662322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZ1Kkh6vI/AAAAAAAABKY/WPxGokPikR4/s400/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPaFQRhxsI/AAAAAAAABKg/tfR1TyinOjg/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPaG_T4eJI/AAAAAAAABKo/7uIfwdv4rOA/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211749007406692498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPaG_T4eJI/AAAAAAAABKo/7uIfwdv4rOA/s400/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPaITJLmbI/AAAAAAAABKw/TQsszfE_oO0/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211749029910387122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPaITJLmbI/AAAAAAAABKw/TQsszfE_oO0/s400/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPaJh9o5qI/AAAAAAAABK4/Qkr3tgtTlXE/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211749051068376738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPaJh9o5qI/AAAAAAAABK4/Qkr3tgtTlXE/s400/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-9067915262216333869?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9067915262216333869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=9067915262216333869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9067915262216333869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9067915262216333869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SFPZxj-qulI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QwkoterOJuw/s72-c/DSC01101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-2311700301712726338</id><published>2008-06-12T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:16:33.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffet @ Taka's Seoul Garden</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all who wished me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, Aloysius, Ashwini, Ally, Avril, Audrey, Auni, Alicia, Brenda Heng, Brenda, Baby, Brandon, Carmen, Cherying, Cheryl, Denise, Dione, Diana, Edward Ho, Feiyun, Glenn, Guixiang, Josephine, Jiarong, Joel, Jeanna, Jiajun, Jeremy Tian, Jeremy Wong, Meijuan, Mingjie, Maykuan, Mark Hay, Minji, Nisa, Raudha, Sylvia, Shihui, Shoman, Stephanie, Xinghao, Uno, Vanessa, Weiling, Wenyu, Weiwei, Wanyee, Yongquan, Yaozhong, Zixi, Zoe Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sorry if I missed out on your name!&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the presents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all who bothered to spend to get me presents. Much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's my birthday. but you didn't wish me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-2311700301712726338?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2311700301712726338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=2311700301712726338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2311700301712726338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/2311700301712726338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/buffet-takas-seoul-garden.html' title='Buffet @ Taka&apos;s Seoul Garden'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3056382360421201491</id><published>2008-06-11T23:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:43:19.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls day outz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all! Pretty sleepy now. It's less than half an hour to my birthday. Not really excited. But, Baby's definitely 100 times more excited than me. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Went out with girlfriends today- Minij, Weiling and Feiyun &lt;3 Haven't had a all-girls-day-outz sinces ages. Haha. Took my present from Dehua this early afternoon. Thanks! And met Minji and Feiyun at Tiong, waited for Weiling. Then, we decided to go Plaza Sing using the shutter bus! Guess what Weiling gave me for my birthday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A FREAKING CUTE ELMO WATCH(!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, thanks so much sweet! I love you to the max. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around and bought masks at Sasa again. After that, went Ajisen for early dinner. Ate alot today man. Omg. Saw Amanda at PS. Missed her alotz. Haha. Then, we shopped around again and decided to head to town. Feiyun left :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to almost all shopping malls. Pretty tired and bused home with Minji while Weiling took train home :) It's been long since Minji and I were actually so close. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the shutter bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vwXavj5I/AAAAAAAABHA/V8AmnhxmM3U/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646908089896850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vwXavj5I/AAAAAAAABHA/V8AmnhxmM3U/s400/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vwnKv-kI/AAAAAAAABHI/M1STOV2vHNs/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646912317782594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vwnKv-kI/AAAAAAAABHI/M1STOV2vHNs/s400/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vwh6fH9I/AAAAAAAABHQ/ozWRNPyUhB8/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646910907391954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vwh6fH9I/AAAAAAAABHQ/ozWRNPyUhB8/s400/DSC01056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(early dinner @ ajisen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vw6FD8DI/AAAAAAAABHY/-CxE7j-7Cko/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646917394198578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vw6FD8DI/AAAAAAAABHY/-CxE7j-7Cko/s400/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vw0749HI/AAAAAAAABHg/VT7VPIpvnxc/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646916013552754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vw0749HI/AAAAAAAABHg/VT7VPIpvnxc/s400/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wBLuCTpI/AAAAAAAABHo/-24GhrVolNA/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647197007367826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wBLuCTpI/AAAAAAAABHo/-24GhrVolNA/s400/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(minji doesn't knows how to hold a chopstick properly! opps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wBRVPOtI/AAAAAAAABHw/77zNSw9b8u8/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647198513969874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wBRVPOtI/AAAAAAAABHw/77zNSw9b8u8/s400/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wBdwpr-I/AAAAAAAABH4/KVdi4N5TACw/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647201850175458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wBdwpr-I/AAAAAAAABH4/KVdi4N5TACw/s400/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wCIjCugI/AAAAAAAABII/6YnKb85s02s/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wT7vwK4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/lLJ1C5R-NTA/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647519137115010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wT7vwK4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/lLJ1C5R-NTA/s400/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(super funny movie stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wT2e-ypI/AAAAAAAABIY/KsTQrnJNZ90/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647517724592786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wT2e-ypI/AAAAAAAABIY/KsTQrnJNZ90/s400/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm the shaolin girl! omgz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wUBt4-2I/AAAAAAAABIg/tFBdyVcS6Js/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647520739916642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wUBt4-2I/AAAAAAAABIg/tFBdyVcS6Js/s400/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(camwhoring @ toilet :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wUWvKhrI/AAAAAAAABIo/uYkTEYwQ2xI/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647526382405298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wUWvKhrI/AAAAAAAABIo/uYkTEYwQ2xI/s400/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wUpJxvoI/AAAAAAAABIw/7vcxMV2rPcs/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647531325865602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wUpJxvoI/AAAAAAAABIw/7vcxMV2rPcs/s400/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wx_TcK-I/AAAAAAAABI4/uNwJRkJhINM/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210648035488181218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wx_TcK-I/AAAAAAAABI4/uNwJRkJhINM/s400/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wyBBd8MI/AAAAAAAABJA/7ZliXbua_qs/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210648035949670594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wyBBd8MI/AAAAAAAABJA/7ZliXbua_qs/s400/DSC01076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wyAEA5TI/AAAAAAAABJI/zbf8uOUMZ0I/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wyWG1Z-I/AAAAAAAABJQ/Ju3TQOsJLIk/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210648041609324514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wyWG1Z-I/AAAAAAAABJQ/Ju3TQOsJLIk/s400/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wyhkEY2I/AAAAAAAABJY/zOLKIwyr3P4/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210648044684731234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_wyhkEY2I/AAAAAAAABJY/zOLKIwyr3P4/s400/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_w9InpAHI/AAAAAAAABJg/MJ3mu_tfLOc/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210648226967388274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_w9InpAHI/AAAAAAAABJg/MJ3mu_tfLOc/s400/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the bus heading home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_w9KftzeI/AAAAAAAABJo/v022Fmtf4GM/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210648227471019490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_w9KftzeI/AAAAAAAABJo/v022Fmtf4GM/s400/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_w9Wo6RQI/AAAAAAAABJw/OIUE5FKGfHM/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210648230730810626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_w9Wo6RQI/AAAAAAAABJw/OIUE5FKGfHM/s400/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today! Bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3056382360421201491?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3056382360421201491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3056382360421201491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3056382360421201491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3056382360421201491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-day-outz.html' title='Girls day outz.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SE_vwXavj5I/AAAAAAAABHA/V8AmnhxmM3U/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-9021208217799365981</id><published>2008-06-10T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:59:15.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of ideas.</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to blog about. I guess I may not be blogging everyday already.&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me a comment to tell me what to blog about ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so today Baby and I went Vivo cos he got job interview. Saw Minji and Kelvin. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;So Baby's hired. And he gotta work now so we won't be meeting so often like now anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked around and I got really bored so we went home! We watched tv while Mommy cooked dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super nice, the shark fin soup :D Then we ate dinner together and he left at 8 after the 7 o'clock show. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. That's all! Meeting girlfriends tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-9021208217799365981?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9021208217799365981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=9021208217799365981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9021208217799365981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/9021208217799365981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of-ideas.html' title='Out of ideas.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-877903794379609536</id><published>2008-06-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:32:42.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, all of us need not pretend.&lt;br /&gt;It's our weakest point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-877903794379609536?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/877903794379609536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=877903794379609536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/877903794379609536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/877903794379609536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-all-of-us-need-not-pretend.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-1668045347666941691</id><published>2008-06-08T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:28:38.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love shopping!</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Sorry for blogging so late nowadays. Was busy playing Viwawa. Omg, I'm kinda addicted to it but I'm getting abit bored also. Anyway! Met SimWeeKiat today and we went Marina Square. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me my birthday present which is a pair of slippers from M)phosis. I don't know why I've been getting so many stuffs from there man. I need to stop! I've been spending alot of money recently. Got myself a shorts from online today. I just can't stop clicking at different blogshop's url!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like recently, I've already got myself four new tops, and two new bottoms. Oh manz. I going broke already. And, tomorrow, I'm gonna get a new top/dress from Shuwen's livejournal again. Hahahahhaha, I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so after getting my slippers, went to eat at food court. Ate Tom Yam again! Haha, I guess that's the reason why I've a bad gastric cos' I kept eating spicy plus sour stuffs. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around and, Baby came to find me and Weekiat left. We walked around and looked for his shorts but to no avail. :( So, we took the train back home. Baby didn't come to my house today!! Hahahahahahah. He has been coming to my place almost everyday. Daddy cooked dinner and he even thought that Baby would be joining us for dinner. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Mummy and Daddy was playing Wahjong and Viwawa a few moments ago. My house was filled with "Omg!", "Walao!", "Faster leh!", "How can you do that?!" etc etc. So noisy! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some pictures edited already. :)&lt;br /&gt;(pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wednesday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv37NPs2iI/AAAAAAAABFI/H7MMox_UJN0/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209529990523968034" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv37NPs2iI/AAAAAAAABFI/H7MMox_UJN0/s400/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv37lsvC5I/AAAAAAAABFQ/45tab7Z5dhM/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209529997088197522" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv37lsvC5I/AAAAAAAABFQ/45tab7Z5dhM/s400/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv37_2tBNI/AAAAAAAABFY/qkeW21bZJpc/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530004109329618" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv37_2tBNI/AAAAAAAABFY/qkeW21bZJpc/s400/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv38FkogKI/AAAAAAAABFg/o_J8mgxuvdY/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530005644148898" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv38FkogKI/AAAAAAAABFg/o_J8mgxuvdY/s400/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv38IBeb7I/AAAAAAAABFo/d3JBNgizL6Q/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530006301994930" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv38IBeb7I/AAAAAAAABFo/d3JBNgizL6Q/s400/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4cm4KSvI/AAAAAAAABFw/QxxuVGmtCNM/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530564340239090" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4cm4KSvI/AAAAAAAABFw/QxxuVGmtCNM/s400/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4c3IkxII/AAAAAAAABF4/8q3FmZeNbXs/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530568704050306" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4c3IkxII/AAAAAAAABF4/8q3FmZeNbXs/s400/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Friday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4cxeEkTI/AAAAAAAABGA/rRNX95dcSXo/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530567183601970" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4cxeEkTI/AAAAAAAABGA/rRNX95dcSXo/s400/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My eyes looked so small cos it's swollen and I didn't have enough sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4dNeousI/AAAAAAAABGI/eN7CAQt2Hgk/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530574702164674" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4dNeousI/AAAAAAAABGI/eN7CAQt2Hgk/s400/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4dawIP-I/AAAAAAAABGQ/wHexaHmd-iI/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530578265194466" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv4dawIP-I/AAAAAAAABGQ/wHexaHmd-iI/s400/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS IN ANOTHER &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; MORE DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you people don't know what to get me, you can buy me:&lt;/p&gt;1) Pencil Case&lt;br /&gt;2) Grey short cardigan&lt;br /&gt;3) Shorts in white (size 26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you can just freakingly give me angpaos so I can go shopping :P&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm like damn thick skinned to ask you people to buy me things. Hahah. I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I've got another incoming advertisement from Nuffnang again! Can't wait for the amount to get to $50 or more so I can ship out the money. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having training tomorrow and I'll be meeting Shuwen later on :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye people! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-1668045347666941691?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1668045347666941691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=1668045347666941691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1668045347666941691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/1668045347666941691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-shopping.html' title='I love shopping!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEv37NPs2iI/AAAAAAAABFI/H7MMox_UJN0/s72-c/DSC00983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-74247952144071265</id><published>2008-06-07T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:52:58.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why did you have to give up?'/><title type='text'>We've come so far together.</title><content type='html'>I want to upload image so much but I've yet got the time to go and edit them.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry! Haha, was playing Viwawa's game just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually quite fun but the only thing is that they don't have much games :(&lt;br /&gt;Baby came to my place today :D He bought lunch for me as usual. Omg I think I'm getting so lazy. Anyway, so yea, we played Viwawa the whole day! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the computers at my place were used accept my Sis's lappy cos' all of use were playing online games. Baby, me and my sister was playing Viwawa while Mommy was playing neopets. Haha! Plz don't be shock and accept the fact that my Mom plays neopets. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my family and Baby went out together to have dinner at the nearby hawker centre. Ate so much! Thanks for Daddy that ordered so much. Lol. And Mommy couldn't finish her fries so she just gave all to Baby and he just eat all in. Oh man, he's sucha glutton :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Baby left while we all headed home. May be meeting Weekiat for a short while tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;Nighty earthlings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-74247952144071265?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/74247952144071265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=74247952144071265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/74247952144071265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/74247952144071265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/weve-come-so-far-together.html' title='We&apos;ve come so far together.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-3426172290670208121</id><published>2008-06-06T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:04:43.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student.</title><content type='html'>Omg my computer was infested with AntiVirus 2008 thing. Some stupid software that force people to purchase their full software. People, PLEASE PLEASE &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT &lt;/strong&gt;ACCEPT THEIR INSTALLATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I was so stupid to accept cos' I was multi task-ing and I didn't even bother to read about the installation and I just pressed "Continue". Wtf? I know, I know, stupid Michelle. Whatever! Tsk Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Baby came to my place with my lunch and we used the computer. Then I went to bathe and get ready while he continued playing Viwawa. Haha! After that, we used the train to Vivo and shopped around. Then decided to go Plaza Sing. Omg I've been repeatingly going places that I went just a few days back. Singapore is super sian lor! Cannot stand it, so small!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then Baby bought a tote bag for me from M)phosis. Omg so freaking expensive and he was very determined to buy. I thought of choosing another cheaper stuff like slippers etc but he insist on buying that bag for me. Oh well. Haha! Much appreciated, love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sasa was having a really big sales like their stuffs really super super cheap. Got myself masks and masks and masks. I needa get more! Hahahhahahaha. Went to have dinner at food court after that. Tom yammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought him a slippers. Hahahahah. He was so happy omg. Alright, then went home and he came to my house to watch teevee. Ok, I laughed alot. Lol, then he left at 9! Anyway, planned to have buffet at Seoul Garden on my birthday with girlfriends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg now I realised how nice it is to be a student. Let me tell you how good it is man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You can get student bus fares at like 0.45$ or 0.55$ which an adult have to pay freaking 0.90$ or more?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You get student meals from Macs, KFC whatever etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one really bad thing. Which is, having to attend school and have homeworks plus exams :(&lt;br /&gt;So, overall is it good or bad being a student? Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, byeeeeeeeeeeeeee, I'm busy! Opps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-3426172290670208121?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3426172290670208121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=3426172290670208121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3426172290670208121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/3426172290670208121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/student.html' title='Student.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36818761.post-616516301139604009</id><published>2008-06-06T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:51:35.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>Hello wello! I'm up early and I'm skipping training again. I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkkkkkkkk, you know I'M NOT GOING FOR THE SHOOT THIS SUNDAY ANYMORE?!!?!?!!!! Hahahahahahhaha, yay. I don't need to get up as early as 7 anymore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no money lehhhh :( Reason? Cos' actually one of the models couldn't make it but she just said she can make it again! Lol. Aiya, I know I will definitely get comments on this again. Example like" Aiya, you so ugly, who want to take pictures of you, or even call you to be their models?!" or "Walao, no assignment say no assignment lah. Anyhow make up stories for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? I do not really care what you people think, seriously. Haha! Why would I let ignorant people like you to effect myself? I started getting critic comments how long ago already?! Please! It's a world of 2008 we're living! 21st century!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I was looking at my dog and I found him getting more and more adorable each day! Omg I love him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Odi. Haha, oh my I do not have picture of Donny in this computer :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEixci3NhsI/AAAAAAAABFA/I1OsvBorses/s1600-h/odi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208608073006810818" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEixci3NhsI/AAAAAAAABFA/I1OsvBorses/s400/odi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you DOG MODELS. HAHAHAH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg lookkkkkk, they're so adorableeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Very cute puppy" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/very-cute-puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Very cute puppies" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/very-cute-puppies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="White puppy" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/white-puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn lively manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Puppy running" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/puppy-running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act cool. Hahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Naughty puppies" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/naughty-puppies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're running so happily that you can forget about all your unhappy stuffs when you see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Adorable puppies" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/adorable-puppies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hungry puppies" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/hungry-puppies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Bowl" (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hungry puppy eating" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/puppy-eating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at those photos I really wanna hug them to sleep every night. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! I still love my dogs more! :D&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really love dogs alot that I cannot resist looking or patting them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Baby's on his way here with FOOD! No more gastrics people. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bye! (i may blog again tonight. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36818761-616516301139604009?l=struckedbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/616516301139604009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36818761&amp;postID=616516301139604009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/616516301139604009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36818761/posts/default/616516301139604009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://struckedbylove.blogspot.com/2008/06/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CES68r4aIFQ/Tl05WUO6lCI/AAAAAAAAG_0/8yx0lwJfJvA/s220/Snapshot_20110803_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgqtCi3kjGE/SEixci3NhsI/AAAAAAAABFA/I1OsvBorses/s72-c/odi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
