<?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-3441433263813957763</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:30:21.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journey</title><subtitle type='html'>those who mind
-don't matter.
those who matter
-don't mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-7148996423145147736</id><published>2010-01-18T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:25:36.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ignorance is bliss sometimes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-7148996423145147736?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7148996423145147736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7148996423145147736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2010/01/ignorance-is-bliss-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3580279837967634956</id><published>2010-01-10T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:58:59.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will learn to show love. I will be more sexy.  I will be more mature.  I will be more feminine. I will not be lazy to dress up. I will not be easy to anger. I will not hate, i will love. I shall not laugh at other people's misery, shall not secretly feel happy for another's misfortunes. I must not demand nor take anything for granted. I will save at least S$500 every month. I will appreciate life. I will lost at least another 3-5 kg. I will treat my hunnie better.  I will listen to hunnie. I will not be rebellious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3580279837967634956?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3580279837967634956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3580279837967634956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolutions.html' title='2010 Resolutions'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5654084603149060030</id><published>2010-01-01T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:59:38.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's next huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sz4aIELoJ4I/AAAAAAAAAgY/5c9W9w7TS5A/s1600-h/DSCN3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421799727264442242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sz4aIELoJ4I/AAAAAAAAAgY/5c9W9w7TS5A/s400/DSCN3020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;errm.. i think i've got the ring on 25 Dec... apparently, it's not a teeny weeny sized stone, it's a very good stone with good cutting, good grade and good clarity and good enough to make me proud.  I think he spent a bomb to the extent my heart ache too.. heavily invested, and i do not dare to wear it everyday.. I think it's not a xmas present leh because it's too expensive to be one... Is it official? Everything is a blur...... So what's next huh...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5654084603149060030?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5654084603149060030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5654084603149060030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-next-huh.html' title='what&apos;s next huh?'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sz4aIELoJ4I/AAAAAAAAAgY/5c9W9w7TS5A/s72-c/DSCN3020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2865733923382761020</id><published>2009-12-06T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:02:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sxs52L_oDWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/l9UBir0nU-w/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411982980311158114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sxs52L_oDWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/l9UBir0nU-w/s400/flowers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hunnie gave me a surprise by sending me a bouquet.. seriously i didnt expect it, nor did i expect he will remember our anniversary! So it's not fair if i say he is woody, not romantic. Actually he is! He will give me at least a bouquet every year and the bouquet just get bigger and bigger as years go by.. enough to make me smile like a little girl for entire week! Maybe when it's our 20 years anniversary, will be a 999 stalks of flowers? hahaha So happy that my happiness can influence the weather ahahahha from rainy to sunny.. all my colleagues are quite amazed by my positive attitude towards the weather. AHEMZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sxs6jJ8qxKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/y9DpnYnPtnw/s1600-h/love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411983752855995554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sxs6jJ8qxKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/y9DpnYnPtnw/s400/love.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2865733923382761020?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2865733923382761020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2865733923382761020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise-d.html' title='surprise :D'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sxs52L_oDWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/l9UBir0nU-w/s72-c/flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-612331822485248633</id><published>2009-11-22T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:59:26.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i really hate it when people make judgement on my relationship with him. you can ask me question, but don't u ever judge. don't u ever question me why this why that. and worse, tell me what to do, how to live my life.because you don't know me. you don't know what i want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-612331822485248633?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/612331822485248633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/612331822485248633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-matter-how-much-of-giving-person-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4907138838926497046</id><published>2009-11-19T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:02:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i really want it to happen but maybe not tomorrow.. but i want it to happen sometime soon that's for sure..but i want time to think abt it too.  After everything else i've seen,  it got me thinking and i'm not so sure anymore.. is this really what i want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4907138838926497046?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4907138838926497046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4907138838926497046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-everything-else-ive-seen-it-got.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5247886258939668331</id><published>2009-11-06T23:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:07:52.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did a test and some reflections. This is useful to think about how to improve our relationship and not letting it go down the slope further just because of long distance. I know many people are afraid to be as honest as possible with themselves beause the heart always rule the head. So while doing the test, I am glad that I am extremely honest to myself. Though the result is quite disappointing, but that does not mean it is a unhealthy relationship - it just means more effort is needed to improve it. I guess the main problem in our relationship is &lt;em&gt;communication&lt;/em&gt;. When initial attraction is present, quite often the glass is half full. But when initial attraction leaves, that same "glass" becomes half empty. I have considered some of these questions from some marriage counselling website which I've forgotten the link! Y for YES /N for No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you having an affair? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is your partner having an affair (or do you think so)? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Has your sex life been disappointing? (For example, you are no longer sexually attracted to your partner.) N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Are you &lt;strong&gt;unable&lt;/strong&gt; to communicate about important issues or areas of your relationship? Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there physical or emotional abuse? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Is there an unusually thorny issue or ongoing problem (&lt;strong&gt;that you have been unable to resolve&lt;/strong&gt;) that seems to be poisoning or undermining your total relationship or aspects of your relationship unrelated to that problem? Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are either or both of you excessively or obsessively jealous? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you lost trust for your partner? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you lost respect for your partner? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Has your relationship ceased to be a source of fun for you? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Does your partner seem chronically &lt;strong&gt;unhappy&lt;/strong&gt; with you in a way that you cannot satisfy him or her? Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there too much dependency or smothering in your relationship? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;13. Are there too many rules (that don't work for you) that you need to live by in order to make your relationship work? Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Do you experience your partner as &lt;strong&gt;rejecting &lt;/strong&gt;you no matter what you do? Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Did you have thoughts of calling it off the day of or the day before your wedding? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Have you and your partner &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; the ability to work out conflict? Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;17. Have you and your partner been unable to adjust to a major change in your lives? Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;18. Is your partner insisting on a lifestyle change that is totally unacceptable to you? Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;19. Is this relationship incompatible with pursuing what you see as your life purpose or next steps toward that purpose? Not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you simply stopped growing together? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is there a drug or alcohol problem that looms over your relationship -- mild to severe? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.. well.. sometimes it still take 2 hands to clap though.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5247886258939668331?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5247886258939668331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5247886258939668331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-test-and-some-reflections.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3336014280269336618</id><published>2009-10-28T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:20:00.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ms Lim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for booking on singaporeair.com. This is your booking confirmation which you can print and bring with you when you travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITINERARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Departing: Singapore(SIN - Changi Intl Terminal 2) on Fri, 18 Dec 2009, 2340 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arriving: Dubai(DXB - Dubai Intl) on Sat, 19 Dec 2009, 0315 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flight: SQ490 (B777-300) Economy Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Departing: Dubai(DXB - Dubai Intl Terminal 1) on Sat, 26 Dec 2009, 2350 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arriving: Singapore(SIN - Changi Intl) on Sun, 27 Dec 2009, 1105 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flight: SQ453 (B777-200/200ER) Economy Class&lt;/em&gt;&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/3441433263813957763-3336014280269336618?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3336014280269336618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3336014280269336618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeay.html' title='YEAY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5550866882846334799</id><published>2009-10-26T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:30:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.. this is so my attitude towards... everything? hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SuWWRtL1-xI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6aIk_P5Hj-8/s1600-h/n503394570_904_4781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396884959404620562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SuWWRtL1-xI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6aIk_P5Hj-8/s400/n503394570_904_4781.jpg" /&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/3441433263813957763-5550866882846334799?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5550866882846334799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5550866882846334799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-this-is-so-my-attitude-towards.html' title='omg.. this is so my attitude towards... everything? hahaha'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SuWWRtL1-xI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6aIk_P5Hj-8/s72-c/n503394570_904_4781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1658418631880713142</id><published>2009-10-25T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:44:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my pooh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SuPJdsld5kI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PV7JaChEnRw/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396378290541684290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SuPJdsld5kI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PV7JaChEnRw/s400/DSC00318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i cannot fly over immediately to see him.. i flew my toy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha and i'm flying myself over on the 18 Dec.. can't wait!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3441433263813957763-1658418631880713142?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1658418631880713142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1658418631880713142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-my-pooh.html' title='missing my pooh.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SuPJdsld5kI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PV7JaChEnRw/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5886172456240454414</id><published>2009-10-18T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:35:10.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>conversation always end up unhappy. i dunno what is wrong! It's frustrating like u can't get ur feelings across to the other side.. it's so FRUSTRATING!!!!!!!!! I think i should just avoid talking to him for the longest time that I can bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5886172456240454414?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5886172456240454414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5886172456240454414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversation-always-end-up-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1976486635916340088</id><published>2009-10-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:02:25.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything i do, it reminds me of you because you have been here, and we have memories here, but for you, a brand new place, no memories of me... You will never understand how i feel. When you left, my heart left with you. I’m not happy for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1976486635916340088?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1976486635916340088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1976486635916340088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-i-do-it-reminds-me-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-299423962742812729</id><published>2009-10-10T00:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:10:24.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nut goes cuckoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Ss9fn_QJJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zj9MJqFYmwA/s1600-h/short+hair+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632419584452482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Ss9fn_QJJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zj9MJqFYmwA/s400/short+hair+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cropped my hair.... shortest i ever have since years and years and years!!! and highlighted super red. NOT copper red, but.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore flag red. RED&lt;/span&gt;. Of coz photo can't tell... in real, I look quite lian leh.. how ah!!!! hahahaha and all these decided in just 1 min time when I'm in the salon. Supposed to just trim like 1inch, and dye black? wahh how can i be so fickle minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3441433263813957763-299423962742812729?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/299423962742812729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/299423962742812729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/10/nut-goes-cuckoo.html' title='nut goes cuckoo.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Ss9fn_QJJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zj9MJqFYmwA/s72-c/short+hair+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3807702965718844372</id><published>2009-10-01T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:33:28.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the night always end with feeling lonely and not loved.  so u think it's easy? psycho myself to sleep looking forward to next day to meet online, but some time it just didn't happen, time is not right, he is busy with his own thing and i will feel cloudy. everyday is like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3807702965718844372?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3807702965718844372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3807702965718844372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/10/night-always-end-with-feeling-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4992654605761758470</id><published>2009-09-27T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:34:53.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I made mooncakes again today..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you think it's easy.. you are so wrong.. The portion has to be exact, size exact, skin must be so thin.. like 1%, covering the paste, which is like 99%? The previous batch i did, the skin is so thick - not really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had hard time gauging these! Especially when the skin is so soft, it will just break hard to keep together. No wonder people call it snowskin.. nonetheless, a skill learnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92xqYKMZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/K9vyKbaGMyw/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386154274919690642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92xqYKMZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/K9vyKbaGMyw/s400/DSC01066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92oxGN9mI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aszNWy1O0cU/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386154122104665698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92oxGN9mI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aszNWy1O0cU/s400/DSC01064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92MppVYqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Q1fOfqL67XM/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386153639068132002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92MppVYqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Q1fOfqL67XM/s400/DSC01067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92ZRvuQNI/AAAAAAAAAew/f3etUQ1qRbw/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386153855990776018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92ZRvuQNI/AAAAAAAAAew/f3etUQ1qRbw/s400/DSC01073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, mooncakes are VERY fattening.. as I know the portion of ingredients now.. hahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4992654605761758470?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4992654605761758470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4992654605761758470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-made-mooncakes-again-today.html' title='Yes, I made mooncakes again today..!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sr92xqYKMZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/K9vyKbaGMyw/s72-c/DSC01066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-7232607475273871543</id><published>2009-09-27T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:54:27.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-7232607475273871543?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7232607475273871543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7232607475273871543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-think-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5005965775360504119</id><published>2009-09-26T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:33:28.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>心        痛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5005965775360504119?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5005965775360504119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5005965775360504119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3733194382429862758</id><published>2009-09-21T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:42:41.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running low.</title><content type='html'>i hate to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i dunno what i will get at the end of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT when there is no answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3733194382429862758?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3733194382429862758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3733194382429862758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/running-low.html' title='running low.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6716362851050655879</id><published>2009-09-20T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:37:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blank and a fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-6716362851050655879?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6716362851050655879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6716362851050655879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5787378387011438294</id><published>2009-09-20T17:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:45:39.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mooncakes :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX5VNyzU3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/BvsZw9-FvWU/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383483072466604914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX5VNyzU3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/BvsZw9-FvWU/s400/DSC01054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried snow skin mooncakes today, lotus and red bean.. successful. Tried 2 different recipes, 1 soft dough, 1 slightly harder dough. Hmmm.. verdict, soft taste nicer but hard to manage.. maybe should add lesser water the next round!.. the official making day is fixed on 27 Sept 2009.. nice mooncakes ready to be given as gift then. So excited.. hmm now i really tink i have the flare to be in the kitchen neh! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX4wiYMi2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CD72oY0QH_I/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383482442336996194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX4wiYMi2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CD72oY0QH_I/s400/DSC01053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX5AI-8gtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_hMSqPHzubs/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383482710398108370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX5AI-8gtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_hMSqPHzubs/s400/DSC01055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always believe that if we are generous with our ingredients, things will taste much bettter! It's true! hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX4nKDHLdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TQoUXt9Z10E/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383482281187290578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX4nKDHLdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TQoUXt9Z10E/s400/DSC01057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice packaging plays a part too..! Sense of satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&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/3441433263813957763-5787378387011438294?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5787378387011438294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5787378387011438294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/mooncakes.html' title='mooncakes :)'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SrX5VNyzU3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/BvsZw9-FvWU/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5469719157879633068</id><published>2009-09-05T15:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:16:15.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIPpVf45hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8vl5u3XqeWQ/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIPpVf45hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8vl5u3XqeWQ/s400/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377878107853743634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIPhWLQbTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KgUgRw7RSCU/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIPhWLQbTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KgUgRw7RSCU/s400/DSC01009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377877970596687154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIPGRW3DEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EMd-cW_RvSE/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIPGRW3DEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EMd-cW_RvSE/s400/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377877505446710338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH... :( see my bloated face, and blue black face.. i really think that i look like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIQJ0lGLvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1tV_P_rJHBs/s1600-h/C3660097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIQJ0lGLvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1tV_P_rJHBs/s400/C3660097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377878665952898802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I am the luckiest person on this entire planet to have someone loving me even at my most ugliest days of my life hahahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5469719157879633068?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5469719157879633068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5469719157879633068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SqIPpVf45hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8vl5u3XqeWQ/s72-c/DSC01010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5608474905875000601</id><published>2009-09-02T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:56:38.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i getting so emtional.. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asked her, "Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying.&lt;br /&gt;"Just take care of my eyes dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how human being changes when the status changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5608474905875000601?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5608474905875000601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5608474905875000601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-getting-so-emtional.html' title='why am i getting so emtional.. :('/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4306696831525366013</id><published>2009-09-02T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:11:10.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long time couples often complain about diminishing communication. They interpret it being taken advantage of, taking for granted or worst of all loss of intimacy.  To me that’s the greatest thing about it. To know some one so completely that you no longer need to speak openly, that with a glance or a touch you can communicate a thought or desire that can only be understood by some one who shares so much history with you, so much of your heart, is, to me, what love is all about :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may I can never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when you don’t say a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face let’s me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me wherever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I can hear people talking out loud (oh…)&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me near (oh, hold me near)&lt;br /&gt;You drown out the crowd (drown out crowd)&lt;br /&gt;Try as they may, they can never defy&lt;br /&gt;What’s been said between your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face let me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me wherever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best, when you say nothing at all…oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the smile on your face let’s I know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me wherever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4306696831525366013?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4306696831525366013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4306696831525366013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-couples-often-complain-about.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2654235263590431993</id><published>2009-08-30T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:02:26.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Spn4z1uFJBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WddtbwvLAeY/s1600-h/250px-Wisdom-Teeth-1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375601199720768530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Spn4z1uFJBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WddtbwvLAeY/s400/250px-Wisdom-Teeth-1824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bahh.. i went for surgery to remove 2 left wisdom teeth. I did not realise I have a total of 4 wisdom teeth until the surgeon showed me the X Ray!! I only know the bottom 2 are giving me problem.. so I went ahead to remove the left side first. ahhh.. i think i swallowed like 1 litre of blood during the surgery hahaha but the surgeon is skilful.. seriously! THey stopped bleeding on the 2nd day.. just numbness and swell at my left cheek. Will be returning for review next saturday and take out another 2 right wisdom teeth. Total damange? At least 3.6K poorer. Having to face this alone is so oueerrk.. went to clinic alone home alone.. sigh. And I can't really open my mouth yet, my lips are cracking and the sides are torn from all the pulling and tilting but will heal soon! Just hope that after this, i will not have any teeth problem :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2654235263590431993?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2654235263590431993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2654235263590431993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye.html' title='bye..!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Spn4z1uFJBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WddtbwvLAeY/s72-c/250px-Wisdom-Teeth-1824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-39734763841689676</id><published>2009-08-25T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:52:38.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know im sadist or crazy watever it is but i always wonder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happen if i die? will i be able to see how people around me coping?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-39734763841689676?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/39734763841689676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/39734763841689676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-im-sadist-or-crazy-watever-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1676806732729485993</id><published>2009-08-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:48:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no goals.</title><content type='html'>boring life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1676806732729485993?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1676806732729485993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1676806732729485993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-goals.html' title='no goals.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1983671305628953744</id><published>2009-08-22T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:28:07.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nut is a cry baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes. so embarrassing.. i actually cried in the mrt, hundreds of people walking past me, below my office building, hundreds of birds flying past me and in my office, whole department hearing me. arghhhhh old already too emotional. Cause once i feel that im so blessed and in bliss, happiness and sweetness surrounding me this 2 short weeks.. then it's like thunderstorm, everything is over suddenly and he's leaving me again, i can't help but start to miss him and cry. i didnt want to send him off because i dun want to cry from changi airport to hougang. Hello, i cried with hiccups okie like a baby. SUPER PAI SEH LAH.. piangz... then the more i hear his voice the harder i cry.. haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.08.2009, i will not forget, HE MADE ME CRY! all his fault, he will get it when he's back! hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo long awaited photo from erni's blog..! im still waiting for others though. my camera died on me that day.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SpAOQVXwuzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hj3HiHm6d7M/s1600-h/erni+(41).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372810029230504754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SpAOQVXwuzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hj3HiHm6d7M/s400/erni+(41).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1983671305628953744?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1983671305628953744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1983671305628953744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/nut-is-cry-baby.html' title='nut is a cry baby'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SpAOQVXwuzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hj3HiHm6d7M/s72-c/erni+(41).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3328953174405808308</id><published>2009-08-17T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:32:11.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm not going to lie and say it will be easy. Long distance relationships are not for the faint-hearted. The good news is if you make it through this, you can make it through anything. Don't let yourself forget this when you're feeling down. To help keep your mind off of the distance and time apart try a few of these ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Set At Least Three Future Dates When You Will See Each Other Next&lt;br /&gt;Use those as mini stepping-stones. Instead of focusing on how long he will be away, you can focus on the fact you only have so many days to see him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Try To Keep In Some Form Of Daily Contact&lt;br /&gt;Absence doesn't always make the heart grow fonder. Make sure you're both real to each other by keeping in contact about your day-to-day life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. Why must my things in my life are always so.. extraordinary. SIGH..... can't i just have a simple life, simple job, simple event and be a simple girl having a simple family, simple boyfriend and simple love story. I am not ambitious lo.. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. that just reminded me, he's leaving again in less than 96 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3328953174405808308?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3328953174405808308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3328953174405808308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-going-to-lie-and-say-it-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3953737699902436316</id><published>2009-08-14T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:24:49.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a workaholic?</title><content type='html'>Twenty Questions: How Do I Know If I'm A Workaholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you get more excited about your work than about family or anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Are there times when you can charge through your work and other times when you can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you take work with you to bed? On weekends? On vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Is work the activity you like to do best and talk about most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you work more than 40 hours a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do you turn your hobbies into money-making ventures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you take complete responsibility for the outcome of your work efforts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Have your family or friends given up expecting you on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you take on extra work because you are concerned that it won't otherwise get done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you underestimate how long a project will take and then rush to complete it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you believe that it is okay to work long hours if you love what you are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you get impatient with people who have other priorities besides work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Are you afraid that if you don't work hard you will lose your job or be a failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Is the future a constant worry for you even when things are going very well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Do you do things energetically and competitively including play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you get irritated when people ask you to stop doing your work in order to do something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Have your long hours hurt your family or other relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you think about your work while driving, falling asleep or when others are talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you work or read during meals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Do you believe that more money will solve the other problems in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL ABOVE = NO NAH !! DUH. I GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO, or perhaps coz I don't really enjoy working in my team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3953737699902436316?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3953737699902436316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3953737699902436316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-workaholic.html' title='Am I a workaholic?'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1206440998231206216</id><published>2009-08-09T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:16:48.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-"'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, we were talking about engagement ring. diamond or no diamond? i like diamond because it seems like "a girl's thing", coz it's blink blink and so nice! and its like only the singaporean will go around hao lian-ing their diamond ring to ppl..yah, of coz if i have the bigger the better. and if i didnt get the best carat the best clarify how? sad la.... so.. should i put my expectation so high and may result in disappointment? or... should i get nice ring that i like, if I must have a ring or something with diamond.. i like cartier leh since i set my eye on it! hmmm if i lost the diamond and i will cry myself silly someday.  And apparently, guys are stewpig. Proposal ring and wedding band is 2 different thing, how can 2 in 1? that's not fair lah.  this kind of thing still can bargain meh? not like u go market to buy fish lo.. -.-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, i did some research after pondering on what hunnie said abt expensive diamond rings.. out of curiosity though..  oohohoho here it is... BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN CAN BUY CHEAAPO RING LAAA!! HELLO!!!!!! how can just "cheat" her to get her to agree that is the engagement ring?? hahaha he better buy her a nice and "worth - her - whole - life" ring lah!!! RAWR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be enlightened. Get informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worth-less &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 130 million carats (26,000 kg) are mined annually, with a total value of nearly USD $9 billion. Now if you do the math - that works out to be US$69.20 per carat! The prices of diamond is artificially controlled and inflated. Mined diamonds are bought by cartels and kept in vaults to control supply and keep prices high, in truth there is nothing rare or precious about the stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Reasons Why You Should NEVER Buy a Diamond:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The price of diamonds has been artificially inflated since the 1880's via the De Beers diamond cartel. Read this article by Edward Jay Epstein in the February 1982 issue of The Atlantic Monthly - www.theatlantic.com/doc/print/198202/diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Current public perception of diamonds is the direct result of a masterfully executed marketing campaign by De Beers that began in 1938, not inherent scarcity or value. If you've read the article by Edward Epstein (you really should), you know all of the gory details. Isn't it amazing (and scary) how brainwashed people are about the "value" of diamonds, even though they're not actually worth that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A diamond is an illiquid asset, not an "investment". Try to sell a second-hand diamond ring on eBay or at a pawn shop. Do you really think you'll get anything close to what you paid for it? Do you really think the price of any diamond you purchase today is going to go up significantly over time? A diamond ring isn't even a good "insurance policy" to fall back on during hard times - it's an illiquid asset that you'll have a hard time selling for a price anywhere close to what you paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The diamond industry funds warfare, genocide, and terrorism. A conflict diamond (also called a blood diamond or a war diamond) is a diamond mined in a war zone and sold, usually clandestinely, in order to finance an insurgent or invading army's war efforts. Profits from conflict diamonds are used to finance warlords in Angola, Sierra Leone, and Liberia, who use their weapons to kill and maim innocent people. You won't be able to tell if your diamond is a conflict diamond or not?&lt;br /&gt;Read BBC reports&lt;br /&gt;- http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/correspondent/1604165.stm&lt;br /&gt;- http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/3581799.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A diamond is - by nature - just a pretty rock. Think of the oft-quoted "rule" of diamond ring buying: the ring should cost a minimum of two month's salary (pre-tax), and you should spend as much on a ring as you can afford. Let's put this rule in its proper context: according to the people who sell pretty rocks, you're supposed to trade a full two months of your time and effort for one of their pretty rocks. Does that seem wise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People notice the setting more than the diamond itself. To the naked human eye, most decent quality diamonds look the same. Unless the stone is yellow, has major inclusions, or has a distinctly lopsided cut, no one will be able to distinguish an ideal cut, E color, VS-1 stone from a lesser-quality diamond just by looking at it. What people do notice is the setting - how the stone is featured or placed, side stones, and the craftsmanship and artistry of the band. Knowing this - does it make more sense to focus your attention and dollars on a better stone, or on a better setting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The opportunity cost of buying a diamond is huge. Opportunity cost is what you give up by spending your scarce resources on a single option. In other words, if you drop ten grand on a diamond ring, you have $10,000 less to spend on other things, like a fantastic honeymoon, a car, furniture, a down payment on a house, investing for the future, or further education. Are all of these options worth giving up for a little piece of colorless carbon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1206440998231206216?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1206440998231206216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1206440998231206216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_09.html' title='-.-&quot;&apos;'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5285604367999665850</id><published>2009-08-07T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:09:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Women will always be at the losing end. When we love too much, we are called stupid. When men love too much, they are called romantics. What does that leave us to feel? Really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can always package ourselves to be the perfect one, fulfilling the roles to be everything to everyone. But at the end of it, if the person who matters most to you cannot see the person whom you ought to be, who you really are, who you live to be, then you have failed… Then, I have failed. Somewhere out there, there will always be someone telling me that I did not try hard enough.&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/3441433263813957763-5285604367999665850?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5285604367999665850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5285604367999665850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/women-will-always-be-at-losing-end.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-895302424098584768</id><published>2009-08-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:29:38.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>不想再被你看轻&lt;br /&gt;可是我始终还不够聪明&lt;br /&gt;在你面前不敢表现不高兴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想爱被看清&lt;br /&gt;然而决定总是不够坚定&lt;br /&gt;狠不下心不懂对你任性&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何付出的心都得不到回应&lt;br /&gt;一切努力都是零&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只要做一天的你&lt;br /&gt;让我用一天你的表情&lt;br /&gt;了解你的心情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要你做一天的我&lt;br /&gt;让你过一天我的心情&lt;br /&gt;耗尽所有热情所有决心&lt;br /&gt;还被你否定是多么不公平&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-895302424098584768?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/895302424098584768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/895302424098584768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5517174876252424674</id><published>2009-08-02T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:33:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how ah.. what if one day he tells me that he just don't love me anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5517174876252424674?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5517174876252424674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5517174876252424674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3720353723465940482</id><published>2009-07-16T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:34:28.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very unique wedding invitation card!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sl86YcCYrtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Iecp3_KHqYY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359066273111650002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sl86YcCYrtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Iecp3_KHqYY/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idea right...hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3720353723465940482?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3720353723465940482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3720353723465940482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-unique-wedding-invitation-card.html' title='A very unique wedding invitation card!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sl86YcCYrtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Iecp3_KHqYY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-195569022102094975</id><published>2009-07-12T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:19:31.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.07.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Slnw0hbddwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GL-g4r-rB2Q/s1600-h/11070924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357578016851326722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Slnw0hbddwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GL-g4r-rB2Q/s400/11070924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;group gathering.. less hunniepooh :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fun nonetheless, watched haunting @ the connecticut. wah i tink im real old.. weak heart, i can't watch horror show already. i used to be able to laugh it off! but now, cannot... hahahaha i tink i should watch comedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny la that erni!!!!!!!! hahaha booked muthu curry @ 4pm, guessed wat, we went specially down to suntec just for the muthu and im craving for my cheese nan so muchie!!!!... muthu is closed, reopen at 6pm! arghhhhh hahahha nvm.. went for siam kitchen! not bad la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Slnvo_pFYwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/6rF7A-D4fI4/s1600-h/11070922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357576719291474690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Slnvo_pFYwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/6rF7A-D4fI4/s400/11070922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ siam kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlnwQ5XMN4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/FdN46oon8N0/s1600-h/1107096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357577404800579458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlnwQ5XMN4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/FdN46oon8N0/s400/1107096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ernie's cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next gathering, i hope hunniepooh is with me! miss him so much :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3441433263813957763-195569022102094975?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/195569022102094975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/195569022102094975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/07/11072009.html' title='11.07.2009'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Slnw0hbddwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GL-g4r-rB2Q/s72-c/11070924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4323983073793751683</id><published>2009-07-10T07:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:26:49.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09.07.2009 - nut's gradudation :)</title><content type='html'>This is me, nut, really NuTZ~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ6tN-MszI/AAAAAAAAAcI/krgnQMBsV3o/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356603724067025714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ6tN-MszI/AAAAAAAAAcI/krgnQMBsV3o/s400/DSC00845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; took zillions of photos.. there's hmmm.. 3 cameras photos!.. still waiting for Ivan's and Chloe's..! my whole body ache larrrrrrrr. And i brought Arni, fake Paul Frank's specs and my family gave me a damn big bouquet of roses. Love everyone and everything! *muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ8fD7BJ1I/AAAAAAAAAco/KwmVzvDfWI8/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356605679874418514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ8fD7BJ1I/AAAAAAAAAco/KwmVzvDfWI8/s400/P1010044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went esplanade to take photos, alot grads! And there's these particular group of NUS grads.. so snobbish lar their faces! So what if you're NUS, I don't care you know. Noses high up in the air can hear them say "aiya they private one la". QU NI DE!!! Not like I cannot go NUS, even if i can make the choice again, I WILL NOT GO LOCAL UNIVERSITIES LAH!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ73hY6DaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ki1c5VdDqSI/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356605000589643170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ73hY6DaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ki1c5VdDqSI/s400/P1010008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ8BMz1wPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/dW_Ym-UR4fg/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356605166864154866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ8BMz1wPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/dW_Ym-UR4fg/s400/P1010014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ8NePB0uI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PNv_oADvViM/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356605377700025058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ8NePB0uI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PNv_oADvViM/s400/P1010019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But anyway... hehehe we have our fun night, although only 5 of my classmates took the convocation ceremony yesterday. hey. 3's a crowd! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4323983073793751683?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4323983073793751683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4323983073793751683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/07/09072009-nuts-gradudation.html' title='09.07.2009 - nut&apos;s gradudation :)'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlZ6tN-MszI/AAAAAAAAAcI/krgnQMBsV3o/s72-c/DSC00845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-557290712264522681</id><published>2009-07-08T22:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:28:30.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSqzspT3MI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MhcMWAV5lCY/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSqzspT3MI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MhcMWAV5lCY/s400/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356093661984840898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe new bearbear!!! gave her the name ARNI because beloved erni bb gave her to me..! Lovessssss first forever fren bear okie! hahaha always wanted to have one since young la.. but dunno why, i got all sorts of bearbear but never forever fren bear leh!!! the bear got blusher la, love her. but i do love her if she is naked.. *oopsie*!!! she's supposed to be a graduation bear! I showed hunnie and he said she can't beat maomao and mogushibalo coz they are bigger size than her.. -.-'". Arni is already the XXL size for graduation bear series lor.. this saturday im getting Arnini, XXXL size and show him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSrF-yPKfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/mBYqYuGZ8H4/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSrF-yPKfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/mBYqYuGZ8H4/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356093976091765234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSrwlrn5uI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zAdKlXkY2d4/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSrwlrn5uI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zAdKlXkY2d4/s400/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356094708087514850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe oh and i'm attending convocation tomorrow at Raffles City Convention Centre! not excited leh.. so tired. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skyped yesterday, so long never see his irritating face. hahaha damn funny la he. hair so long and i miss him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's in qatar and going EGYPT. WAH, i dun tink i can ever go egypt in my lifetime lor..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No see better, see liao miss even more *muackz* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSsKfny8OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/pYBK40KO8wo/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSsKfny8OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/pYBK40KO8wo/s400/Video+call+snapshot+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356095153137447138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching MJ on channel 5 now, sad leh.. when i hear his daughter said "i love you daddy".. heart wrenching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-557290712264522681?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/557290712264522681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/557290712264522681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/07/arni.html' title='Arni'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SlSqzspT3MI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MhcMWAV5lCY/s72-c/DSC00812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3475417811559408511</id><published>2009-06-30T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:53:33.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are not communicating much when he's in sg. we are communicating even lesser now that he's not in sg. i don't know what will happen if this continues. somehow i do not feel that he needs me and is eager to talk to me. i seriously tink that long distance relationship will not work for me. he better be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3475417811559408511?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3475417811559408511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3475417811559408511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-seems-much-easier-to-fall-into-love.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6419843926212516272</id><published>2009-06-13T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:33:52.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I seemed to have stopped being the girl I used to be. The one who takes pride in participating in school performances, like dancing for teachers’ day, racial harmony day, etc. I used to love surrounding myself with friends and also hypersensitive to how people view me. As I grow older and really, things happened. Life has a funny way of changing people. Perhaps it’s just that my priorities in life has changed now. I started to feel that people around me aren’t really sincere, they are not truthful, I can’t see most of them as my life long friend. Seriously I don’t really care how they view me, when they don’t really matter to me in the first place. I rather spend my time lazing at home or just watch brainless TV. I guess when life gives you something it does take a little from you as well. Priorities shift, but I figure, as long as I still remember the things that are important to me, it’s not that bad right? I still hang out with a handful of people - handful as in 5 people. Hahaha.. Ohh, and I love earning money. But I do not love money that much that it makes me forgo the other more meaningful things in life lah.. maybe not now lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-6419843926212516272?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6419843926212516272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6419843926212516272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-seemed-to-have-stopped-being-girl-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2498375659991032702</id><published>2009-06-09T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:59:44.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky i'm a corp sec..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do not have habit to answer unknown numbers because they are just plain irritating and 90% of the time, it's telemarketing. Very irritating on how these ppl get the numbers from. then this particular number starting with 6535...... keep calling me ALMOST everyday..! and, i'm also waiting for call from creative district on my grad gown so, today i suay suay answered the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone named melvin, saying what won a S$1K shopping voucher, cruise, thai trip etc.. yah right, too good to be true. He is so naggy and loh soh. I keep telling him not interested but he keep pressing on. To find out more, i asked him what is it about, he said must go down to Tong building #18 flr to collect the gifts. Hah.. i'm not corp sec for fun lor... i searched the online directory and found the company named:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCOVERY VIII INTERNATIONAL PRIVATE LIMITED&lt;br /&gt;f.k.a CROWN INFORMATION SERVICES PTE LTD&lt;br /&gt;f.k.a FIRST-CLASS INFORMATION SERVICES PTE LTD&lt;br /&gt;f.k.a FIRST-CLASS VACATIONS PTE LTD&lt;br /&gt;f.k.a LIFESTYLE .E PTE. LTD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.... which company will change their names so many times like baby change diapers! obviously there is something wrong! SIGH.........................................  so tmr he will call again. Let me get someone fierce to scold him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2498375659991032702?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2498375659991032702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2498375659991032702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucky-im-corp-sec.html' title='Lucky i&apos;m a corp sec..!!!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5703803434850656307</id><published>2009-06-06T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:44:19.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a 1000 things that are running through my mind now but I'm not going to pour it out. I think I'm getting used to all of it being under lock and key now. Looking at my blog now it's like there is nothing more or anything else happening in my life.One day and so many things happen. The responsibilities are starting to pour in. What happened to the time when we were kids and all we had to do was enjoy life without thinking of our own survival. I want to be that small again. Nothing to worry about and no matter what happens, everything goes according to plans. I always wish. But my wishes don't come true. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing is good and smooth now, work, family, relationship. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5703803434850656307?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5703803434850656307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5703803434850656307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-1000-things-that-are-running.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1425001848524320078</id><published>2009-06-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:01:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*drool* hyun bin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SiPswiyZ4wI/AAAAAAAAAbg/B2ycU_Tg8z4/s1600-h/HyunBin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342373901707633410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SiPswiyZ4wI/AAAAAAAAAbg/B2ycU_Tg8z4/s400/HyunBin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's embarassing to admit.. at my age...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HYUN BIN...!! In the best drama ever - My Name is Jin Shan Shun.. total love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my soft spots....!!!! OMG. melt..................................... I keep thinking about the show, even when I'm working! How ah, "officially"addicted to his character, his look and HIM in the drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1425001848524320078?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1425001848524320078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1425001848524320078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/06/drool-hyun-bin.html' title='*drool* hyun bin'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SiPswiyZ4wI/AAAAAAAAAbg/B2ycU_Tg8z4/s72-c/HyunBin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-9008071991191793987</id><published>2009-05-24T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:58:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobsobsob wisdom tooth pain.. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Take it from someone who has experienced this pain...there really is no relief from it. You can try oral anesthetics like Anbesol, or take anti-inflammatory pills such as Ibuprofen/Motrin IB. Also, soaking the area in warm, salty water is sometimes helpful to releive the pain. But in most cases, these effects are only temporary and won't keep you releived for long. Don't use anything like ice...that will only intensify the pain from the temperature extreme. If you feel you must try ice, then wrap it in a rag and hold it on the outside of your cheek. Same goes for warm salt water...make sure the water you use isn't too hot, because the extreme in temperature will be very painful. If you are experiencing this pain on a constant basis, that doesn't necessarily mean that they are ready to come out either. They may only be starting to come in. I first experienced pain from my wisdom teeth when I was 14 years old, which lasted about 5 weeks. They didn't actually come out until I was over 20 years old. If you haven't already done so, go to your dentist and get x-rays taken, and ask him/her what they think you should do. Many dentists may say 'just live with the pain because its temporary', but I know from firsthand experience that this pain can last for several weeks. If your dentist doesn't give you any kind of solution to the pain, then go ahead and use the methods above. Anbesol may not be useful unless you apply a large amount, so use that in conjunction with the Motrin. I recommend Motrin over any other pain releiver, simply because it is specifically designed for inflammations. If you don't have access to Motrin, regular aspirin may suffice, but I recommend a stronger aspirin, such as Bayer. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-9008071991191793987?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/9008071991191793987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/9008071991191793987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/sobsobsob-wisdom-tooth-pain.html' title='sobsobsob wisdom tooth pain.. :('/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-8479347007532748550</id><published>2009-05-24T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:01:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing wisdom?</title><content type='html'>argghh my wisdom tooth hurts, gum swollen even swallowing saliva hurts... tougue hurts!! argggggggggggggggghhhh :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-8479347007532748550?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8479347007532748550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8479347007532748550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-wisdom.html' title='growing wisdom?'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2303412363508105805</id><published>2009-05-22T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:09:32.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i laughed 5 mins on this ok.</title><content type='html'>WHAT DO U CALL SOMETHING FAT AND FAKE?&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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A HIPPOCRITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2303412363508105805?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2303412363508105805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2303412363508105805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-laughed-5-mins-on-this-ok.html' title='i laughed 5 mins on this ok.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2964032149854516037</id><published>2009-05-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:07:35.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life just slap me on my face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken and I rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2964032149854516037?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2964032149854516037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2964032149854516037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-just-slap-me-on-my-face.html' title='life just slap me on my face.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6188243682536744324</id><published>2009-05-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:53:48.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i teared while reading this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-6188243682536744324?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6188243682536744324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6188243682536744324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-teared-while-reading-this.html' title='i teared while reading this.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6149666939385210465</id><published>2009-05-17T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:19:30.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im gaga over the korea drama boys before flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.. jihoon and jun pyo!! *love :)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i sort of manage to finish most of the episodes today! li hai bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-6149666939385210465?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6149666939385210465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6149666939385210465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-gaga-over-korea-drama-boys-before.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-8943495587180160739</id><published>2009-05-15T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:30:27.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;having bad week at work. seems like nothing goes smoothly, don't know why and no one to talk to. used to tell hunnie about problems at work but he always think that 1) i think of all politics myself - there is no such things as politics? 2) my interpersonal is lousy that's why i faced these kind of problems because he never did. it's like people slapping a dead fish at your face and so i will just keep everything to myself. no point telling him already because he doesn't seem interested to listen. anyway, to the lady who did this to me, just hope that one day she will get a taste of her own medicine. and to the watever rubbish internal-not approved-newly set up-as and when-rules, good luck. And talk about hunnie, haiz.. seems like i can't share problems with him, can onli share happiness. he's not the one that can help me solve or make me feel better when i'm depressed. sad right? just like if tell him wat i want, he will always say "tats what cleo or female magazine will write". i tink he just don't understand women la.. and also when i tell him abt his mum, it will always become like i'm the negative one, he just don't understand im just not used to this kind of thing.. i always ended up feeling horrible after telling him. occasionally is okie, frequently i will feel rather annoyed. watever it is. life realli is bitter coffee for me now. monday is hell.. and i know he will sure say "can u dun always complain abt work?" what he didn't know is that this week i've such bad days at work that im at the verge of crying in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-8943495587180160739?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8943495587180160739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8943495587180160739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-bad-week-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4232321389181779737</id><published>2009-05-07T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:12:08.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>after so long, my certificate is ready for collection on monday. Phewww.. but what's next?  Having a degree doesn't mean anything. Doesn't guarantee me good money, good bonuses, good future, good life, good husband, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing the certificate = thinking of the time i'm damn broke = waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i have not really seen how this certificate will change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's recession! i can't go around job hopping, will not reflect good on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lame excuse. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4232321389181779737?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4232321389181779737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4232321389181779737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5314565888061036520</id><published>2009-05-03T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:07:51.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toothache..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/2009/03/princesss-redribbon-day-surprise.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is so sweet that i can feel ants climbing up my ears into my tooth la..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5314565888061036520?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5314565888061036520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5314565888061036520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/toothache.html' title='toothache..'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3512840404329349545</id><published>2009-05-01T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:52:57.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream..</title><content type='html'>I still remember the dream i had on tuesday night.. i dreamt of crawling black caterpillars on my bed.. super scary! 2 of them.. then saw them becoming butterflies and flying around my room.  I'm screaming like mad because they are very big.  As big as my head.. -.-'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i googled.. and the dreams interpretation, hmm not so bad afterall:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caterpillar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a caterpillar in your dream, signifies a stage in your own personal growth and development where you are on your way, but have not yet reached your goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To see a butterfly in your dream, denotes your need to settle down. Butterflies signify creativity, romance, joy and spirituality. You may be experiencing a transformation into a new way of thinking. Or you may be undergoing a transitional phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3512840404329349545?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3512840404329349545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3512840404329349545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream.html' title='dream..'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-100264823530370037</id><published>2009-04-30T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:08:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30.04.2009</title><content type='html'>When we vocalise more and more about visioning our future together, i felt the commitment and confidence.  i used to be not sure of what in his mind, what if its just me visioning him in my future but not for him having me in his vision? That's why it seems so hard for me to accept that we will be apart.  Come to tink of it now, we are both working harder to be a better and stronger person to love each other.  What's sweeter than 2 person working towards a similar goal? But i still at the verge of crying when he went into the departure hall today, den he looked back and wave good bye :(  that scene is so heartwrenching, machim watching drama... but it's happening real life !  I told myself that I have to trust and have confidence in him, he will work hard, will strive and i'll be here waiting for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-100264823530370037?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/100264823530370037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/100264823530370037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/30042009.html' title='30.04.2009'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4881482816181807227</id><published>2009-04-28T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:28:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when you weren't there&lt;br /&gt;When I didn't care for anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;I swear we've been through everything there is&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine anything we've missed&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine anything the two of us can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the year, you've never let me down&lt;br /&gt;You turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest days I've found, I've found with you&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;I've never been afraid, I've loved the life we've made&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I've stayed, right here with you&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I used to do&lt;br /&gt;Who I trusted whom, I listened to before&lt;br /&gt;I swear you've taught me everything I know&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine needing someone so&lt;br /&gt;But through the years it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;I need you more and more&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, through all the good and bad&lt;br /&gt;I know how much we had&lt;br /&gt;I've always been so glad to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;It's better everyday, you've kissed my tears away&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's okay, I'll stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, when everything went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Together we were strong&lt;br /&gt;I know that I belonged right here with you&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;I never had a doubt, we'd always work things out&lt;br /&gt;I've learned what love's about, by loving you&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4881482816181807227?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4881482816181807227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4881482816181807227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2564294772297772305</id><published>2009-04-26T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:24:54.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;People got me into the mood of checking out rings. People harping, people getting married and people who already married. Why is it proposal ring is always diamond? Though old people thinks that it's not worth it because can't sell it for $$.. BUT THINK, WHO THE HELL WILL WANT TO THINK OF SELLING THEIR RING? CRAZY. Anyway, researched and found.. yayayayayaya... no wonder people loves to hao lian their watsoever tiny like pimple sized diamond ring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just told hunnie actually i dun fancy diamond which is not TRUE. XIM TIA his $$... BUT PIAN YI TA LE LOR!!!!!!!!!!!!! CANNOT PAMPER HIM TOO MUCH. SOME MONEY IS MUST SPEND ONE. WITH DIAMOND RING, HOUSE ALSO MUST SPEND ONE. CANNOT EITHER OR, IS A MUST AND MUST THING. CANNOT BE A CHEAPSKATE BRIDE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BIGGER THE BETTER, THE CLEARER THE BETTER. SHINY UNTIL CAN REFLECT NEXT BLOCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I BETTER NOT REGRET THE REST OF MY LIFE. CANNOT DEPRIVE MYSELF OF NOT GETTING A DIAMOND RING. I LOVE DIAMOND, IT'S A WOMAN'S THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a rich history dating back to the 15th century, the diamond engagement ring &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;is an enshrined and deeply rooted symbol of betrothal in western society. Beginning in 1477, as a sign of his love and commitment to his offer of marriage, the Archduke Maximillian of Austria presented Mary of Burgundy a diamond engagement ring to mark their engagement. At this time diamonds were considered a talisman of good fortune for a husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later, in 1870, diamond mines were discovered in southern Africa, which opened up the diamond market. This allowed more people to take on the practice of presenting the diamond engagement ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Worn on the third finger on the left hand, which dates from the Egyptian belief that this was the only finger which held a vein that led straight to the heart (the vena amoris, or vein of love), this began the enduring western legacy of the diamond engagement ring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2564294772297772305?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2564294772297772305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2564294772297772305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-got-me-into-mood-of-checking-out.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6023883040469115499</id><published>2009-04-11T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:08:40.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very funny nowdays kids… “what you want to be when you grow up?” “tai tai”…..  -.- Seriously eh… what’s so good being a tai tai. I’ve never really fancied any rich man, I don’t yearn to be a tai tai like most girls because I cannot stand that kind of boredom (i.e. what to do everyday, manicure mahjong etc) because I’m really not into the you know.. mahjong kind of person and I don’t have many friends to do all these tai tai things with me nah!!!! But i like to harp on this to hunnie to inspire him hahahahaha anyway,  I also don’t want to risk my husband next time to be anywhere but home with his numerous mistresses, yahh yahh because he’s rich so he can afford to have many mistresses and many thick skin women will get close to him.  SO,  I don’t want a rich man, but i would want a man who can make it rich. So it doesnt matter if he is not rich, because i know one day he is gonna make it big hehehehehehehehehehe but that doesn’t mean he can be … poor until cannot afford to buy me my S$1 ka chiang pu teh.. and also not poor due to gambling or whatever dabian!! And most importantly, he must be able to afford a king size bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-6023883040469115499?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6023883040469115499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6023883040469115499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-funny-nowdays-kids-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2904377615590843791</id><published>2009-04-10T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:14:59.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised. That night, the girl slept peacefully.  But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent. This is applicable for any relationship like love, friendship, employer-employee relationship etc.  Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully. It’s nice to be an important person, but it’s more important to be a nice person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2904377615590843791?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2904377615590843791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2904377615590843791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/boy-and-girl-were-playing-together.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2858712891329657426</id><published>2009-04-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:27:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you gan er fa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for dinner with Min just now... talk about our bfs. You know, the feeling of talking about them is sweet... like talk and talk your heart will flutter? Not the complaining kind of feeling, but the “thinking of the bf and how stewpig and how cute and how good and how loved they are” kind of feeling? Hahaha hard to describe! I guessed that’s the “happily attached” kind of feeling.  Will I miss this feeling when talking about hunnie after he goes Dubai? I think I will have “missing and sad” feeling once he flies... haiz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, hunnie really drives me mad at times, I almost wanted to stand up and walk away. He doesn’t pamper me, doesn't say nice things about me, sometimes he make me feel I’m not worth a cent. He doesn’t reply my sms often and also doesn’t like to chat on the phone with me.  He doesn’t praise me, not even tell me that I look good when I ALWAYS take the effort to dress up for him, he ALWAYS think that I am ugly and fat.  Sometimes I don’t know what am I to him, I don’t feel important at all. He has expectations and I need to fulfill. Worst still, he doesn’t trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, if I tell people– they will just say, so why bother this relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I will think why he can’t bring me to holidays when all my friends’ boyfriend bring them to everywhere... showering them with gifts and love.. Praise them of how pretty they are... and so the more I think, the angrier I am.  Then I cooled down, and think... the reason that I am angry is simply because I am comparing to others, by comparing then I will feel this is unfair... So why compare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times he makes me feel like the luckiest gal around, he cares for me, deep into my health and daily well-being. He plays with me and always able to cheer me up.  I feel most comfortable with him, I feel attached to him and that is what most important and matters to me. I trust him completely. Very good thing is that we do not quarrel, if either party is angry or unreasonable... we let each other cool down... and all things will be fine very soon. We do not have argument. Our relationship has been smooth sailing. How many couple out there can be like this? I know of many couples, they really quarrel almost every time... we are lucky that our relationship is not like this coz I strongly believe that each and every one quarrel brings a small scar to the relationship if not handled properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every relationship has its own unique way.  I believe that hunnie indeed love me a lot but bad at expressing himself... he never did tell me how much he loves me and how much he scared to lose me.  Perhaps he just doesn’t feel good doing that.  Though many times I get upset thinking of what I’m not given, what I don't have and what he doesn’t give me. But I learnt that I should be grateful of what I have, what I’m given, instead of the opposite. Truly, Life seems much better when people is contented.   Though sometimes unhappy why he always asking and demanding this and that – just shows that he doesn’t love me for what I am. Now I know, although the way he portray his expectations is not in my preferred way, its still his way of showing his care and concern. He wants me to learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SIGH… He should also be truly grateful to have such an understanding and considerate me! Hahaha I think I am a gem nor... But he did mention that I am just a normal girl – alright, back to the beginning… this comment from him really makes me INSIDE JUMPING mad OKIE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AIYA. Sometimes, woman xu yao bei hong hong yi de la.. wah piangz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2858712891329657426?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2858712891329657426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2858712891329657426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-gan-er-fa.html' title='you gan er fa'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1207625107272619701</id><published>2009-04-06T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:03:44.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for fun :) but interesting neh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ROOSTER LOVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roosters are generally pretty black or white when it comes to their feelings. They either like you, or they don’t. There is no in between. Although they are vocal with opinions and ideas, Roosters are pretty tight-lipped about their personal emotions and feelings. They certainly don’t wear their hearts on their sleeves. They are intensely private people who never kiss and tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm... true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TIGER LOVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tigers are incredibly sexy people, beautiful to most people and sensually romantic. They are spontaneous lovers who never lose their creative spark or flare for an evening of passion. They offer their partner a hint of danger and exhibit a curiosity for the unknown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROOSTER MARRIAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roosters are not extremely easy to live with. However, if you can get past their bossy, obstinate, my way or no way exterior, you find a wonderfully romantic, caring individual hidden beneath. Their hearts are made of solid gold and they genuinely care abut their family and friends as mush as they care about themselves (believe it or not!). They are not suited for a sensitive partner, again, their candor and wit can be humiliating at times. Roosters can be highly critical of their partners, often expecting too much of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;true...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIGER MARRIAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a Tiger has committed himself to you, he can tend to want to dominate or lead you. This is a natural nurturing mechanism and must be kept under close watch to avoid complete control. For the negative effects a Tiger can have on his partner, there are a zillion positive things he will bring to the relationship. Trust, passion, politeness and spontaneity are only a few characteristics of the Tiger mate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCEAN ROOSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stubborn, yet sensitive describes this combination. Piscean Roosters are not as blunt as other Roosters and take into consideration the feelings of whomever they are about to offend. They do not like confrontation or discord of any sort and will run from it if they have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;true... though.. still quite irritating sometime..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIAN TIGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;These Tigers ignore the rules and regulations of society and choose instead to focus on matters of the heart. They tend to forget about the emotions involved in these matters, which causes them to seem harder and less sensitive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm.. quite true i tink.. i'm like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE METAL ROOSTER 1921 AND 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Metal Roosters can come off as arrogant and stuck up at times. They need a cushion for that overextended ego and someone to make sure it stays inflated. They are reasonable people who seem to analyze every decision they make and every situation they find themselves in. They are standoffish at times and can let their aggression get in the way of a blossoming friendship or romance. These Roosters should take a breather from their egos long enough to really enjoy what they have to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FIRE TIGER 1926 AND 1986&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eccentric and dramatic, Fire Tigers are aglow with passion and verve. They are outgoing, expressive and look on the bright side of things. They have the Tiger’s natural ability to lead others and are able to excite others simply with their own gift of enthusiasm. They can be funny and have great senses of humor. Tigers are powerful speakers and have the ability to command and persuade crowds through speech. Their own seemingly endless supply of energy can make them appear a bit dramatic, and it may make them more sensitive to cautious or down-to-earth approaches in others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to be like this when im young.. story telling competition somemore, leader, always nominated in school...!  but ever since started poly days - complete english speaking course, i shut up.. and working now, ppl start to betray my trust. i just feel that i dun need so many fake friends :) true true! but i'm still noisy with my close friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS &amp;amp; PISCES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You each have your own little dream world, and sometimes it's like being on different planets. If you want to stay together, you need to share some space in the real world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehe yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: Pisces can be a valuable mentor to Aquarius in the work place. Aquarius can seem cold to other workers and Pisces can help to open up a little to their colleagues. Aquarius will remind Pisces of the fact that there is a world beyond the work environment and help them to hold on to their dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship: This can be a very long lasting friendship. Pisces understands that Aquarian need to explore new and unusual concepts and with their natural wisdom can often help Aquarius to come to some definite conclusions. At the same time Aquarius can act as an inspiration to the artistically minded Piscean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: Contentment can be found in a relationship between Pisces and Aquarius, but it will require compromise on both sides. Pisces needs to remember that Aquarius may require long periods of reflection on their own. Aquarius will need to control their impulse to rebel against any stabilising influence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yahhhhh!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1207625107272619701?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1207625107272619701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1207625107272619701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/rooster-lover-roosters-are-generally.html' title='for fun :) but interesting neh!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2067976661188521056</id><published>2009-04-05T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:39:44.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know i shouldnt be feeling or thinking this way. but sometimes i wonder why do i have such a family? why such problems? why such dad? why such mum? why such sis? why me??????? i'm so tired to even listening to mum's rants now..... its the same every day - every year - every time.. so what now? am i not supposed to get married happily? why am i a woman? i should be a guy.. because guy will not so emotional, and guy brings new family home but woman leaves her family and start a new one, investing everything including her life to this new family and if things doesn't work out well, she loses every single thing in life. Why must i be in such situation? as much as i wanted to settle down, i can't bear to leave mum, i can't bear the thinking that she will be alone, she will go back.. alone. after all these years, she is the only one bringing me and sis up. The thought of this just make me unhappy, just make me sad, just make me depressed.. i've always been thinking of what do i want in life? thinkings just make me regret that why am i not a guy.. if i am, perhaps everything will just change. Im sandwiched in between.. i have to be the middle person everytime, talk to dad.. den mum ask, i reply, den mum ask again.. she is always so suspicious and scared that dad will "poison" me with his side of story and that i will leave him, will not support her anymore, and she will start ranting her stories again and again, im the only one listening to her coz sis is married and where is she? with husband.. she cares? she only uses her temper to solve problems, she is forever subjective. As much as im angry with dad, he is still my dad. I really dun feel like taking sides... i only want to be their good daughter. Im really so fed up and tired of all these...i got nobody to talk to. even talking to hunnie doesn't help becoz he doesn't understand my situation, he is not a party to this, he doesn't know what i've been going through. i do wish to be with him, but im still scared. i scared i will also, lose everything in the end. who can understand the feeling? since i'm just a primary school kid.. while other kids are tinking of eating reunion dinner with their family, i'm just trying to be happy every new year's eve.. it's been 10 years we have not had reunion dinner together as a family- just 4 of us. time flies and will not return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2067976661188521056?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2067976661188521056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2067976661188521056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-feeling-or.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6708963145331746829</id><published>2009-04-01T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:51:03.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;seriously neh... if i don't complain, i got nothing to blog about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coz basically, i don't hang out with people.. i'm a very home person and quite, anti-social. SO yah.. had corp meeting just now.. hate it when the meeting is always abt those aunties rantling on and on about how many files they have, how difficult their clients and problems yada yada.... oh please, i just kept quiet throughout - not that i'm haolian, but i seriously think that their problems are as simple as ABC coz i've studied and done it before. The aunties just don't want to come and ask ME, because they think i'm a junior and knows nothing.. feel like laughing out loud. SO BE IT. I know each and every answer to their so-called problems. Well.. if dignity is so important, then go back to school and learn fundamental corp practice and they will know nah.. but i don't bother talking, none of my business anyway. They want to brag about their problems, they can continue........... but they bragged on till 7pm -.-""""""" and i shut down 90% of the time EXCEPT for the time when they talk about juicy gossips! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahaha well......... other than work, hunnie is very busy today to entertain me. Also shut down completely when someone starts to brag.. about holiday... rich friends.. blah blah blah.. how childish can one get? okie. none of my business again.. lets see how long can i tahan this nonsense. I know i'm weird, but to see if someone can be my long and close friends, I got mood one.  Not that I'm in need of friends.. i've got few close friends enough already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-6708963145331746829?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6708963145331746829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6708963145331746829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-again.html' title='work again.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4767179312055704717</id><published>2009-03-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:44:13.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I am still treated like a kid all along....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe coz I never want to grow up....&lt;br /&gt;I cannot decide whether it is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that why I was never able to make decisions for and by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4767179312055704717?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4767179312055704717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4767179312055704717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-am-still-treated-like-kid-all.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4888599515187741043</id><published>2009-03-29T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:44:45.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Missing someone gets easier everyday, because even though it’s one day further from the last time you saw each other, it’s one day closer to the next time you will..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to miss him even before he leaves. I shouldn't be like this. I must be strong and trust him. I can see it, can feel it.  We are meant to be.. be it 3 months or 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4888599515187741043?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4888599515187741043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4888599515187741043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-someone-gets-easier-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-8635535216070148556</id><published>2009-03-27T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:08:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>绝不放弃</title><content type='html'>someone owe me this song leh... for more than 3 years now. AHEM. another reminder, he better dun deny if not i go dubai pull his ears back. I tink i must start a reminder list.. and blog everyday when he's not with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听不清喝彩声音&lt;br /&gt;只有你的泪像海浪迥荡在我心里&lt;br /&gt;看身边茫茫人群究竟谁对我还有意义&lt;br /&gt;一直不能忘记我的勇气曾失落在这里&lt;br /&gt;如今我找回自己&lt;br /&gt;却又失去最深爱的你在风中远离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我绝不放弃永远爱你&lt;br /&gt;时间空间挡不住不灭的情意&lt;br /&gt;你值得我用一生追寻&lt;br /&gt;我绝不放弃永远爱你&lt;br /&gt;现实命运推不动思念的坚定&lt;br /&gt;你是我最依赖的抚慰&lt;br /&gt;我绝不放弃&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-8635535216070148556?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8635535216070148556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8635535216070148556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_27.html' title='绝不放弃'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-417093480884648271</id><published>2009-03-25T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:13:47.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*reminder*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScpWa4HFCEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BJ168RSxWoE/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317157329802954818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScpWa4HFCEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BJ168RSxWoE/s400/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScpWWPb1CsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/KucX8PymYOw/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317157250164656834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScpWWPb1CsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/KucX8PymYOw/s400/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScpWQr0xYlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LSfw0ePiH0c/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317157154706252370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScpWQr0xYlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LSfw0ePiH0c/s400/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedomebkk.com/web/sirc_home.html"&gt;http://www.thedomebkk.com/web/sirc_home.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told hunnie that I want to go to The Dome @ Bangkok for dunno 4th or 5th year anniversary - i expected him to say "huh? got meh? when?" piangz.. SO I SHALL REMIND MYSELF WITH THIS ENTRY THAT HE DID SAY OKAY...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY LE AMIS.. he said if i pronounce correctly, he will bring me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also said if i got collarbone, he will marry me but then he siao de.. changed his mind now add in saying what i must know how to cook alot dishes first. I already told my friends that i must have collarbone in order to jia de chu qu.. now how i answer to them! Chloe very good, she even send me article on how to massage to get collarbone.. RAWRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-417093480884648271?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/417093480884648271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/417093480884648271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminder.html' title='*reminder*'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScpWa4HFCEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BJ168RSxWoE/s72-c/DSC00605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-8541702695231142194</id><published>2009-03-21T23:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:49:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hunnie 28th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28 neh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aiyo!!!! 2 more years 30 liao! hahahaha came up the idea of surprising him with bouquet coz it's like.. why must it always be the guy who send bouquet and not the woman? i tink tink tink for quite sometime, i don't know what to get him because he seems to have everything he wants - or rather, things that i wanted to get him are too expensive (i.e. thought of helmet) but it's like more than 500? and im quite out of budget.. he definately will be like "u alot money ah" if i buy that! so......... i tot of giving him bouquet, i longed to see his surprise look, his fast beating heart and the happy face when he received it. But things doesn't seem to work out that way, as he doesn't seem THAT happy neh... but i also dunno if he is happy for a second or just acting cool. Coz the smses i received are just simple, thank u kind.. i'm expecting more neh actually..!! Nonetheless, I do hope this is a unique bdae he had! it's not the $$ lor.. its the thought that counts, and the time spend on thinking nah... haiz............. and he asked y i can send things to his office but he cannot send to mine, reason being - guy sending things to girl office is quite "wayang" nah... machiam the girl ask the guy to send to her office so that her whole office know she got flower, like how nice! but where got guy will ask girl send things to office de nah.. like so gay lor so if the guy really receive is the girl realli wnt to surprise her lover nor! simple logic also dunno... humphz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Super irritating nah the "Send flower to office" episode.. i got 1 colleague, pls nor... i know how florist works nah - if u not around to receive the flower, they will call ur mobile and ask u where u wnt the flower to be delivered to nor! That wayang colleague on leave that day neh for goodness sake! and still ask the florist send flower to her office like WTH. Just wnt to show off, in front everybody like saying her flowers nice, at the back - "wah liew, she is so wayang and hao lian, scarely she buy herself" hahahah AIYA!!!!! Different jiu shi different nah.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScUIF7KDwBI/AAAAAAAAAao/zEUAL-Vq774/s1600-h/DSC00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315663833052987410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScUIF7KDwBI/AAAAAAAAAao/zEUAL-Vq774/s400/DSC00213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the happy (?) hunnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScUJaZAWXnI/AAAAAAAAAaw/k8SEyBkd-tY/s1600-h/SP_A0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315665284174339698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScUJaZAWXnI/AAAAAAAAAaw/k8SEyBkd-tY/s400/SP_A0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shall not harp on the mango salad disaster thereafter. hahaha but i bought apple strudel as his bdae cake!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today - supposed to go to this german restuarant at vivo to celebrate. AIYA talking abt it also quite fed up nah. OK i know why i grumpy coz he always doesn't appreciate my thoughts nor. Like i wnt treat him go eat at this restuarant he "u alot money hor?" pls lo... ppl tink all nicely already, at least appreciate can? i know he is thoughtful dun wnt me to spend money coz im really quite broke but he is my bf neh and not like i can treat him everyday. is once a year! is always he paying, den now i pay for once is not wrong what! so im grumpy like "wats his problem nahhhh".. haiya.. but anyway, i tink is god's will, didnt go coz is raining. so went to bliss @ punggol park instead and the food not nice nah alot ppl say nice &lt;strong&gt;but not nice at all,&lt;/strong&gt; waste money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo and im grumpy also becoz of the lesson i attended on friday. the instructor super irritating who act ang moh, singaporean neh, be proud of your slang nah.. dun need to act all the ang moh slang nor! she can talk normally but lesson start, she started to emphasize her R, D and T so much that I feel like throwing the whole CPU in her mouth to shut her up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hahaha i got so much to complain that hunnie can't stand me today and tell me to stop complaining.. bwhahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;looking forward to jap food tomorrow hopefully!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On a side note, i dun wnt hunnie to leave me.. can don't go so faraway can? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3441433263813957763-8541702695231142194?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8541702695231142194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8541702695231142194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunnie-28th.html' title='hunnie 28th.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ScUIF7KDwBI/AAAAAAAAAao/zEUAL-Vq774/s72-c/DSC00213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-7800273952718466490</id><published>2009-03-19T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:59:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling fat, bloated and ugly.. :~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-7800273952718466490?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7800273952718466490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7800273952718466490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-fat-bloated-and-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-9091264285717665100</id><published>2009-03-14T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:22:27.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dislike..</title><content type='html'>people who are so full of themselves, as if the whole world is interested in their stories.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not in a good mood this whole week so everyone is ugly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate matter, i need a new hp and a bag..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-9091264285717665100?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/9091264285717665100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/9091264285717665100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/dislike.html' title='dislike..'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2418855475072797227</id><published>2009-03-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:45:49.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i keep a real pooh as pet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-keep-real-pooh-as-pet.html' title='can i keep a real pooh as pet?'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/Sa6F5Bnx0TI/AAAAAAAAAag/_JbnOOvrMPA/s72-c/pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-365556922413815260</id><published>2009-03-03T19:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:55:08.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just need some place to rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I've de-activated my facebook account&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Where should I best rant my feelings? Nobody cares. And i tink this is good because none of my colleagues know that i've a blog. Nobody is a vivid reader, can say that none of my friends know as well. I wanted to do a password protected post just in case some strangers just popped in and see. But well, nobody knows who I am so I guess it doesnt matter. I tink I should just stop using facebook - that cause so much trouble. should just stop hanging out with ppl - that cause so much trouble. should just isolate myself into my own world. Have I changed? He said he is disappointed in me, just because I called him "pig" in front of everybody. I tried to explain but he doesn't listen at all. He thinks that I am degrading him in front of everyone - I reassured him that I did not change, that is just a nickname and everybody knows how much I love him and how much I always side with him, but he doesn't, he just assume. He doesn't trust me and he thinks that I've changed after I start to hang out with the OLs. And Cleo? All the rubbish advices? Have I? What causes changes? Circumstances. How can we blame others when something is not right? Something that had already build up through time, it is affected by the little things that he had not been paying attention to, and not giving me enough attention. When I am talking to him, I know that he is listening, but he never looks at me and whenever I wanted heart to heart talk, does he really take the time to really listen? Whenever he tells me that he doesn’t like this and that, I really control myself and try to stop doing all those things because I am afraid that he will be angry. What did I get in return? A sentence “I don’t believe you anymore”. When he is angry, he will give an attitude and give one straight face and I will abstain from arguing and saying all the things because of all the fear and I am afraid of him being angry more than anything else. Did he use his heart to try to see all that and even try to understand me? In any relationship, one would need to learn to live with disagreements. There is no need for couples to agree in everything. I don’t really need a yes man or someone to go all out to give in to me. All I need is to feel respected enough... he sincerely consider my feelings and priorities even if he might not completely agree or understand me. All women like attention and the feeling of being pampered... and no... These advices and thoughts are not from the others, like as if they care? It’s our problem, and not theirs. The hidden sad feelings are deep inside of me. I just don’t know how to say, don’t know how to start. Though. I still love him, more than yesterday, and each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-365556922413815260?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/365556922413815260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/365556922413815260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-should-i-best-rant-my-feelings.html' title='i just need some place to rant.'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-168608477061936620</id><published>2009-03-03T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:24:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's nothing in life for me to be happy about then can i just die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-168608477061936620?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/168608477061936620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/168608477061936620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-just-die.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6470897699368515301</id><published>2009-03-01T12:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:02:17.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love hunnie and hunnie loves me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoRCTE9ugI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Yk5iX0O9uSU/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308073841988057602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoRCTE9ugI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Yk5iX0O9uSU/s400/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The nice and fresh bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met hunnie @ vivocity when he gave me a bouquet of lilies.. me love :) he does remember what I love and what i don't. A happy nut all the way while watching slumdog millionaire. Imagine riding a bike with a bouquet... and it's RAINING! THANK GOD, the bouquet managed to reach home "safe and sound".. a tough bouquet indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoRvsHG7wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pt2j9wbcuhY/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308074621802049282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoRvsHG7wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pt2j9wbcuhY/s400/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunnie bought me to this place @ holland V called &lt;em&gt;Bistro Petit Salut&lt;/em&gt; for french food! DAMN ATAS lah... price also ATAS. It's part of the group called Au Petit Salut.. I heard of it! Went to research on the resturant, ooooo no wonder they are rated Top Three in the recent World Gourmet Summit 2008. I feel like a thailand mountain there hahahaha but the food really got standard, I think it's the most expensive meals I have ever eated (individually) - after The Cliff @ Sentosa. I'm more like a kopitiam girl you know.. hehehe. Hunnie really "jiao you guang kuo", he knows the chef. He even personally come recommend dishes to us and gave us complimentary dishes! Their dessert is heavenly! I wish I can eat it forever. Now I know the logic "you pay for watever you get"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoUC32jjNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fBH82pHF5m4/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077150394617042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoUC32jjNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fBH82pHF5m4/s400/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoUYrcEMHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yCfP2NLMEIE/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077525019406450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoUYrcEMHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yCfP2NLMEIE/s400/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoUnFctZjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/M5Rz-g48Q7c/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077772519597618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoUnFctZjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/M5Rz-g48Q7c/s400/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the best! The truffie linguine. REALLY THE BEST! DAMNIT, it's not in my course, hunnie got to eat it. hmMPHz. And it's only appetizer! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoU_BpGMCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/L7W5QOq9NUI/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308078183814672418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoU_BpGMCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/L7W5QOq9NUI/s400/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I love their bread and butter also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoVR-Z50mI/AAAAAAAAAaI/noX6l-Kze4E/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308078509363155554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoVR-Z50mI/AAAAAAAAAaI/noX6l-Kze4E/s400/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he enjoyed his too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoVc6OAdkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w1zLHHczqPo/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308078697218078274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoVc6OAdkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w1zLHHczqPo/s400/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/3441433263813957763-6470897699368515301?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6470897699368515301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6470897699368515301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-hunnie-and-hunnie-loves-me.html' title='i love hunnie and hunnie loves me!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaoRCTE9ugI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Yk5iX0O9uSU/s72-c/DSC00603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3288600716004968231</id><published>2009-02-25T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:24:03.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVvhWESTyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OvYBSynwx1A/s1600-h/V280182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306770354575920930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVvhWESTyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OvYBSynwx1A/s400/V280182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm starting to like Victoria's Secret ! But their products are quite expensive.. no budget yet! For viewing pleasure only - most importantly, I have no figure to wear their clothes nicely la.. of coz, all clothes look nice on the VS models. I also like their EDT, Mist and their &lt;strong&gt;luggage bags&lt;/strong&gt; - but i do not travel as much! hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755463941931778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVh-mIfQwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WHyV4BLIsA8/s400/V258434_J76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVi2LWIb9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/a1VPMkNEQQw/s1600-h/V271607_H99.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306756418824073170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVi2LWIb9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/a1VPMkNEQQw/s400/V271607_H99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVk28zrRAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5Bilown48y4/s1600-h/V281768_CROP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306758631124583426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVk28zrRAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5Bilown48y4/s400/V281768_CROP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVm9Q9aKyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LKuo5U2tfSo/s1600-h/V237806.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306760938636585762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVm9Q9aKyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LKuo5U2tfSo/s400/V237806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then sis told me that I should start saving up for a bag - one branded bag to last a lifetime - hahahaha LV? yah! but that should be when I'm like 35 years old? All along, I really like Christian Dior and Chanel's bags, because they are feminine and not so "aunty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I spotted the bags in DFS galleria like during secondary school days. Though till now there are many newer designs coming out but I still like the old classic designs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Perhaps I should work towards getting one Dior or Chanel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVqx29c_jI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vvyiz5GF-0E/s1600-h/dior-handbag-cd1558d.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306765140725399090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVqx29c_jI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vvyiz5GF-0E/s400/dior-handbag-cd1558d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVr3FPUZiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UF5dCRBKhHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306766329969403426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVr3FPUZiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UF5dCRBKhHQ/s400/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Chanel ! I like their simple, elegant and classic-ness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVsmwQ_rGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TJWijN7NE_s/s1600-h/classic_chanel_bags_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306767148973010018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVsmwQ_rGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TJWijN7NE_s/s400/classic_chanel_bags_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVt57P1ZPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/V66tHW8LEbY/s1600-h/IMG_8301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306768577850074354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVt57P1ZPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/V66tHW8LEbY/s400/IMG_8301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need 5 years to save. Starting with $50 per month. ($50 X12) X 5 = $3000.  Should be enough. Hahahahahahaha spare $$ for branded bags okay lah &lt;strong&gt;because it is not a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3288600716004968231?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3288600716004968231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3288600716004968231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-starting-to-like-victorias-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SaVvhWESTyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OvYBSynwx1A/s72-c/V280182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5897294302128125058</id><published>2009-02-21T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:21:59.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.&lt;br /&gt;If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.&lt;br /&gt;If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.&lt;br /&gt;If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.&lt;br /&gt;If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.&lt;br /&gt;She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5897294302128125058?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5897294302128125058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5897294302128125058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever-you-give-woman-she-will-make.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6485861689649000527</id><published>2009-02-15T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:40:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched curious case of benjamin button, not bad the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my hunnie throughout.  i'm comfortable only with him, not any other guys :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-6485861689649000527?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6485861689649000527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6485861689649000527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/watched-curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3124791039728725735</id><published>2009-02-15T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:54:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i've complained enough! poor hunnie hearing my grumblings hehehehehehe he's having exams nah.. cannot blame him though. he said celebrating on 28 FEB. I shall look forward to that day, just hope that i won't spoil his plans.. coz i always spoil his plans! after spoiling his plans, i will complain. its' quite hard to be him! hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY..!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went for aerobics. super tired.. went jogging before that. HOPEFULLY can really slim down, though most importantly is for healthy lifestyle. going for checkup next week maybe.. feels weird and light-headed easily nowadays. and my pigmentation/bruise on my fingers, checked with people and all said is not normal.. kind of scary! now.. should i really go for checkup....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3124791039728725735?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3124791039728725735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3124791039728725735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-ive-complained-enough-poor-hunnie.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3390188774931881013</id><published>2009-02-14T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:31:13.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks for a friday the 13th. eve of vday or watever..... bad sucky day at work. nearly fainted and edge of vomitting after MT. yah... bad bad day - ain't feeling better at all. if you are in love, everyday is vday? who came up with the crap verse. if never celebrate vday before, how would u know that everyday will be vday if in love. NONSENSE.  girls saying that - they are just finding reasons to forgive their partner. men saying that - they are just finding excuses to not want to spend a bomb on that day.  i tink are all crap.... lah. doesn't matter anyway since i've not celebrated vday ever - before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3390188774931881013?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3390188774931881013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3390188774931881013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-for-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-8788454393798310172</id><published>2009-02-09T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:26:03.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't marry someone you can live with, you marry the person who you cannot live without.  But why does people get married and still separate thereafter? If I can't trust marriage now, what else can I trust?  Why must cruel facts be placed just right in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-8788454393798310172?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8788454393798310172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8788454393798310172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-dont-marry-someone-you-can-live.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5248368235921519837</id><published>2009-02-07T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:00:07.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SY2htdjUr4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/yWvXFQK_BLA/s1600-h/CK_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300070138883911554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SY2htdjUr4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/yWvXFQK_BLA/s400/CK_0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SY2hV_0Vc-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/5DNIMlXEiLg/s1600-h/CK_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300069735765210082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SY2hV_0Vc-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/5DNIMlXEiLg/s400/CK_0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SY2hLaFLhnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bMmKSd6YANA/s1600-h/CK_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300069553836623474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SY2hLaFLhnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bMmKSd6YANA/s400/CK_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.. the photos are here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/3441433263813957763-5248368235921519837?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5248368235921519837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5248368235921519837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SY2htdjUr4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/yWvXFQK_BLA/s72-c/CK_0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3007593992858239402</id><published>2009-02-05T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:00:50.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. should i go for lasik.. or liposuction? HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz... coz... coz... ang bao draw coming.  10 million okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER BUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3007593992858239402?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3007593992858239402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3007593992858239402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1371033992962413711</id><published>2009-02-02T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:58:14.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chase the monday blues :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SYcX_3YPXbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hwngw8k_f6w/s1600-h/img2656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298229872589495730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SYcX_3YPXbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hwngw8k_f6w/s400/img2656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched red cliff II today. Doesn't fancy such show at first because is about battle and battle and more battle. coz hunnie don't want to watch with me, I've free tix kind of wasted? Lucky chloe doesnt mind! So we went Bishan to watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisely, I quite like the show! Although is historical settings, but good for me lah.. coz I do not know the history of the 3 kingdom at all.. i watched the movie in believing the movielines are true! Nice :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I wikipedia-ed the real 3 kingdom...... and the movie is like quite "out". Who cares lah! I only like my Zhao Yun.. coz Andy Lau acted that character before. So handsome! Tony Leung also handsome! I like Zhou Yu also... overalk... i tink part II is better than part I.. THOUGH i never watch part I before, can foresee that it's all about talking and planning. hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1371033992962413711?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1371033992962413711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1371033992962413711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/chase-monday-blues.html' title='chase the monday blues :)'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SYcX_3YPXbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hwngw8k_f6w/s72-c/img2656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4762106991714881931</id><published>2009-01-31T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:08:27.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've typed a whole long entry but i decided to delete it. Simple.. I just don't want to remind myself how shitty it could feel. NOBODY understands me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;只要你做一天的我&lt;br /&gt;让你过一天我的心情&lt;br /&gt;耗劲所有热情&lt;br /&gt;所有决心还被你否定&lt;br /&gt;是多么不公平 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4762106991714881931?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4762106991714881931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4762106991714881931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1067653116922392719</id><published>2009-01-13T21:06:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:29:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyS06vqilI/AAAAAAAAAUw/uCB1ldeDODk/s1600-h/P1010393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290765100073519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyS06vqilI/AAAAAAAAAUw/uCB1ldeDODk/s400/P1010393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tired! Took many many photos during sis wedding.. been busy since friday because cousins are in town! brought them to sentosa.. love the 4D magix and the Song of the Sea! Hunnie is great... !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWySPSecZWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0E52Q_IWryw/s1600-h/P1010335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290764453608711522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWySPSecZWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0E52Q_IWryw/s400/P1010335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us @ vivocity.. like a tourist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWySjeTGLUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ib0ZV7IWVfQ/s1600-h/P1010349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290764800379727170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWySjeTGLUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ib0ZV7IWVfQ/s400/P1010349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sentosa 4D Magix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyTIPvTg_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/lPv-gum_77k/s1600-h/P1010396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290765432126669810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyTIPvTg_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/lPv-gum_77k/s400/P1010396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha someone being lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we slept at 3AM.. woke up at around 4.30AM.... coz it's sis BIG DAY! dress pretty, makeup pretty...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;day time:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the groom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyUz_M7MqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zv_HwwJVqPE/s1600-h/P1010403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290767283113374370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyUz_M7MqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zv_HwwJVqPE/s400/P1010403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyVBle9SDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bN0r9YIFqyo/s1600-h/P1010408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290767516727855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyVBle9SDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bN0r9YIFqyo/s400/P1010408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the act pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyUckGWr9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wFdExh6HcZY/s1600-h/P1010432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766880701067218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyUckGWr9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wFdExh6HcZY/s400/P1010432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyUMCWl2BI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hw5H33D8DgA/s1600-h/P1010425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766596764456978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyUMCWl2BI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hw5H33D8DgA/s400/P1010425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sisters and the bride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyUCHZWnAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Etg0BAeyVLM/s1600-h/P1010421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766426319526914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyUCHZWnAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Etg0BAeyVLM/s400/P1010421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with elder cousin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyT4WpCg2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/zBJp8q_XQj8/s1600-h/DSC05692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766258613158754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyT4WpCg2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/zBJp8q_XQj8/s400/DSC05692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the all cousins and apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyTsTyk-BI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HJ6_Un8d6kE/s1600-h/DSC05691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290766051689429010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyTsTyk-BI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HJ6_Un8d6kE/s400/DSC05691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyVtLldFaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DMtNalUgeDM/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290768265690027426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyVtLldFaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DMtNalUgeDM/s400/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyWiCYWwzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M2HSn_x8cQo/s1600-h/P1010442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290769173752234802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyWiCYWwzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M2HSn_x8cQo/s400/P1010442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naz &amp;amp; ernie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyWVwJJ39I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Z0mr_WpS4Kk/s1600-h/P1010440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290768962698207186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyWVwJJ39I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Z0mr_WpS4Kk/s400/P1010440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; bonbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyWA_PnuyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AMer_KW33mQ/s1600-h/DSC05712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290768605974608674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyWA_PnuyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AMer_KW33mQ/s400/DSC05712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy! pretty right hahhahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1067653116922392719?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1067653116922392719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1067653116922392719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-weekend.html' title='last weekend..'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWyS06vqilI/AAAAAAAAAUw/uCB1ldeDODk/s72-c/P1010393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1889426935303031891</id><published>2009-01-07T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:52:49.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quite free actually.. that's why blogging 'almost' everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished baking cookies and biscuits for mum -- happy! coz dad tried and he said 'not bad' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWSyH5EnSWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mcpf56Rep1g/s1600-h/DSC05673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288547711088806242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWSyH5EnSWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mcpf56Rep1g/s400/DSC05673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waiting for the cookies to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins will be coming to Singapore tomorrow! So excited.. hunnie said he will plan all itineries.. looking forward to see what he has planned for us..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to be so so busy from tomorrow onwards that's a good thing.. because don't have to think so much.  Reunion dinner this year? sigh..  perhaps only me and mum now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1889426935303031891?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1889426935303031891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1889426935303031891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-quite-free-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SWSyH5EnSWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mcpf56Rep1g/s72-c/DSC05673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4900172600269303659</id><published>2009-01-06T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:42:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last year… December I went to temple and got a lot – not about myself... About them. It’s a good lot that I’ve got and heaved a sigh of relieve. But things don’t seem to be that way now. I don’t know what. Haiz, don’t want to think about that now. Should I trust marriage? There’s nothing in the world that is forever. Definitely not love right… people change.  I’m not the kind that expresses me easily. I don’t feel good pouring out my feelings; I swallow my tears or cry myself to sleep. I love having the space and time to sort out how I thought and felt – alone sometimes. I learn things the hard way - very hard in some instances.  I think nobody really understands me.  This year…. I wanted to do something drastic this year, be happier, enjoy life more - the whole look back with no regrets thing. I want a good year to learn how to grow up, to sort out messy matters, to find out who I wanted to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4900172600269303659?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4900172600269303659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4900172600269303659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-year-december-i-went-to-temple-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4688194100448894302</id><published>2009-01-04T00:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:05:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoppingggggggggggggggggg!!</title><content type='html'>it's been ages since we went shopping TOGETHER! hunnie got 2 pair of levis and 2 shirts :) i got myself a lipstick, a necklace and a pair of earrings (only) bahhh! ate at thai express ----- NOT NICE lah! how to compare with my mum's and aunty's! but i like the day spent with hunnie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SV-XguO9dJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EGyjPel01tI/s1600-h/DSC05665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SV-XguO9dJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EGyjPel01tI/s400/DSC05665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287111075978638482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wants to have beard!.. (beard papa?) hahaha lets see how manly he will be after he trim his beard nicely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SV-XvUh5-tI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZBLQrMDQQj8/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SV-XvUh5-tI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZBLQrMDQQj8/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287111326776818386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he keep saying i dunno how to "be pretty" in front of camera. like.. Huhhh..... okie i shall go do research and see which angle i will "be pretty"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless.. thanks hunnie..&lt;strong&gt;... for walking into my life :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; always being so accomodating in every littlest way. Even if it means me in "attitude problem mode". &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; always being so &lt;em&gt;patient and forgiving &lt;/em&gt;with me. &lt;strong&gt; for&lt;/strong&gt; bringing me out to do things I like even when its his exact dislike (e.g. SHOPPING!) &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; always cracking me up with i-also-dunno-what (though i don't understand most of the time).. and, &lt;strong&gt; for&lt;/strong&gt; loving me and making me a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4688194100448894302?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4688194100448894302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4688194100448894302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/01/shoppingggggggggggggggggg.html' title='shoppingggggggggggggggggg!!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SV-XguO9dJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EGyjPel01tI/s72-c/DSC05665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-3401874853767478026</id><published>2009-01-01T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:05:04.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions</title><content type='html'>1. lose weight&lt;br /&gt;2. eat and not get fat&lt;br /&gt;3. flawless skin&lt;br /&gt;4. loving relationship with hunnie&lt;br /&gt;5. enough $$ to go holidays&lt;br /&gt;6. happy family&lt;br /&gt;7. driving licence&lt;br /&gt;8. good salary increment + bonus&lt;br /&gt;9. bake a cake (professional kind of cake!)&lt;br /&gt;10. play jackpot&lt;br /&gt;11. learn dancing and boxing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-3401874853767478026?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3401874853767478026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/3401874853767478026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='resolutions'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-7070594130780447835</id><published>2009-01-01T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:38:55.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R&amp;D :)</title><content type='html'>Its been nearly 1.5 years that I'm with R&amp;D.. a few colleagues that I'm comfortable to mingle with :) ironically, they are not from my corp sec team! I don't know why, i'm just not close to my own team members.. hehehehhe majority from the shipping team! Reason being, they are sitting just around me :) The noisy, but fun bunch of people! Especially Vera! We clicked and like what Amy said "mistress".. because we practically do everything together. hmmmmm perhaps because we are of closer age gap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxHeg7KzEI/AAAAAAAAATI/d_XAto2XY8Q/s1600-h/DSC00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxHeg7KzEI/AAAAAAAAATI/d_XAto2XY8Q/s400/DSC00158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286178652185873474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxF35ceiZI/AAAAAAAAASo/irIAo_hB9xc/s1600-h/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxF35ceiZI/AAAAAAAAASo/irIAo_hB9xc/s400/DSC00167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286176889241504146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxGBh8NQeI/AAAAAAAAASw/5zY2dbsvfvU/s1600-h/SNC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxGBh8NQeI/AAAAAAAAASw/5zY2dbsvfvU/s400/SNC00035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286177054730830306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxFuH8wb-I/AAAAAAAAASg/YebAAa5d0tE/s1600-h/DSC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxFuH8wb-I/AAAAAAAAASg/YebAAa5d0tE/s400/DSC00155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286176721336299490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxGgShZzkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_BNItTBo6js/s1600-h/DSC00140+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxGgShZzkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_BNItTBo6js/s400/DSC00140+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286177583167819330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxGn_cyhrI/AAAAAAAAATA/7e7foOyRglw/s1600-h/DSC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxGn_cyhrI/AAAAAAAAATA/7e7foOyRglw/s400/DSC00109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286177715487147698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-7070594130780447835?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7070594130780447835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7070594130780447835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2009/01/r.html' title='R&amp;D :)'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxHeg7KzEI/AAAAAAAAATI/d_XAto2XY8Q/s72-c/DSC00158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-8763727194404423359</id><published>2008-12-27T10:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:15:07.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26.12.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWO_c0TlTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HMhD_-lk15c/s1600-h/CIMG0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWO_c0TlTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HMhD_-lk15c/s400/CIMG0760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284286958507627826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWPJtgfFGI/AAAAAAAAASI/PGumF-D65jw/s1600-h/CIMG0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWPJtgfFGI/AAAAAAAAASI/PGumF-D65jw/s400/CIMG0775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284287134786589794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWPEpOHDEI/AAAAAAAAASA/HKZC3z6s8zA/s1600-h/CIMG0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWPEpOHDEI/AAAAAAAAASA/HKZC3z6s8zA/s400/CIMG0764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284287047736429634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWOpI5b5UI/AAAAAAAAARw/tjnit8EJBwQ/s1600-h/CIMG0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWOpI5b5UI/AAAAAAAAARw/tjnit8EJBwQ/s400/CIMG0757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284286575203312962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWPb224uvI/AAAAAAAAASY/ysCpiFUVq-s/s1600-h/CIMG0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWPb224uvI/AAAAAAAAASY/ysCpiFUVq-s/s400/CIMG0793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284287446534109938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWPU_dMeLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Li-_OICX46M/s1600-h/CIMG0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWPU_dMeLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Li-_OICX46M/s400/CIMG0791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284287328583186610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with the girls and respective bfs @ Changing Appetites :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-8763727194404423359?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8763727194404423359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/8763727194404423359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/12/26122008.html' title='26.12.2008'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVWO_c0TlTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HMhD_-lk15c/s72-c/CIMG0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4733478952134740010</id><published>2008-12-25T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:07:58.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVORmAkdVvI/AAAAAAAAARo/8BGJmkIgBdY/s1600-h/DSC05638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVORmAkdVvI/AAAAAAAAARo/8BGJmkIgBdY/s400/DSC05638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283726870009698034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha photo proved that hunnie put on tons of weight! But. I can't say anything since he always think that he is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at hotpot culture - 2/5 stars. not recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Balaclava - 1/5 star. not recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time spend with hunnie - 6/5 stars :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4733478952134740010?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4733478952134740010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4733478952134740010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas :)'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVORmAkdVvI/AAAAAAAAARo/8BGJmkIgBdY/s72-c/DSC05638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-7147050125642840586</id><published>2008-12-14T22:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:43:03.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehehe xmas present comes early!</title><content type='html'>hunnie bought me a baking oven for present this year! YEAY!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY LOH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZJzVcRGI/AAAAAAAAARI/Mhz-un74H_0/s1600-h/DSC05590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZJzVcRGI/AAAAAAAAARI/Mhz-un74H_0/s400/DSC05590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279653794351432802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm baking the w.h.o.l.e day today!.. i woke up at 9am to try out my first cookie baking... and its a failure lah, because I used the kind of instant premix cookie.. therefore, the result doesnt come out good and the cookies tasted weird, soft and yucky... but i'm so not going to give up... and i researched online, and yup! i decided to try again.. so I went out to buy baking ingredients and bake bake bake bake bake bake bake bake bake..... hohohoho this time, mummy said is nice! heart shaped one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO who said baking is easy? try baking from SCRATCH LAH!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR....!!! TRY NOT TO USE PRE MIX KIND LAH!!! Not easy for me :( need many trial and errors.. but with more practice, it can be easy so i need to bake more! I didn't use the mixer to mix my cookies dough... because when i did, the flour doesnt come out nice.. so i use my hand to roll and massage the dough coz mum taught me that way will be nicer. now my hands are aching and i can't feel my thumb.. sore! :( humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZc5JTurI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FWxM5xVPK5Q/s1600-h/DSC05595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZc5JTurI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FWxM5xVPK5Q/s400/DSC05595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279654122328668850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZ2nHnSqI/AAAAAAAAARY/epbfLe8lrX4/s1600-h/DSC05597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZ2nHnSqI/AAAAAAAAARY/epbfLe8lrX4/s400/DSC05597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279654564166322850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunnie said bake nice nice can give his colleagues as small christmas gifts:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZ_s67ZII/AAAAAAAAARg/vsG_DkUmBns/s1600-h/DSC05598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZ_s67ZII/AAAAAAAAARg/vsG_DkUmBns/s400/DSC05598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279654720342549634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep! nicely wrapped with chicky cookies bag. hope i didn't disappoint him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy baking!!!!!!! loving it. hurhurhur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-7147050125642840586?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7147050125642840586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/7147050125642840586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/12/hehehehe-xmas-present-comes-early.html' title='hehehehe xmas present comes early!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SUUZJzVcRGI/AAAAAAAAARI/Mhz-un74H_0/s72-c/DSC05590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2480250330622422838</id><published>2008-12-13T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:54:32.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am busy/unhappy/angry with every shitty thing in the world that you can think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2480250330622422838?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2480250330622422838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2480250330622422838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-busyunhappyangry-with-every-shitty.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5108317285898834916</id><published>2008-12-09T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:00:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yippee!!</title><content type='html'>watched bolt today... in 3D!! Nice :D I really want a dog now... bolt is so cute! the hamster is so irritating....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunnie is so good today.. not working yet willing to go town just to watch movie with me! hmmm perhaps ppl may say no big deal, but it's really a once a blue moon thing leh.. he normally if not working, will just stay at home and nua....zzzzzz... anyway.. i love today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6S4BEFrcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E8PTKc2jGOs/s1600-h/spec.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6S4BEFrcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E8PTKc2jGOs/s400/spec.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277817304380714434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us in cinema wearing 3D glasses.. im wearing specs on top of the 3D specs!! four eyed alien..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... he went to That CD Shop.. to shop for his High Society jazz CD.. and yeay! we bough CDs! He bought 1 for me.. though he claim that I have to pay him back hahahahaha like DUHZ... I didn't know there is such a series called High Society. Though the price is at the high end side, i.e. $29.90 for 1 CD only... but their songs are nice and quality super good.. Im feeling so classy now.. im going to collect the whole series *ahemz* provided I've got alot of money. lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6Tnvr7IvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A4PSq8qK6eE/s1600-h/DSC05589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6Tnvr7IvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A4PSq8qK6eE/s400/DSC05589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818124349678322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cookanathanana face! WEEE~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6T2irHG-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/22UngmX4eqM/s1600-h/DSC05586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6T2irHG-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/22UngmX4eqM/s400/DSC05586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818378554645474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So romantic that I feel like dancing tango, drink red wine, fly to the moon and pose for the Goldheart Celestial advertisement lah...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's xmas soon!! office already in xmas mood.. me and vera got nothing to do, so we decorated our desks.. she is just sitting BESIDE me yeah.. so we are like the most talkative in the office now. I used to be the most quiet and antisocial lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6UPwCzmsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/02OmzOzMvjI/s1600-h/DSC05571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6UPwCzmsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/02OmzOzMvjI/s400/DSC05571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818811640421058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my whiteboard! It's all poohs :D I bought the wallstickers and paste them.. make me happy every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6UlQ5v46I/AAAAAAAAARA/b5zDgKI83Nk/s1600-h/DSC05573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6UlQ5v46I/AAAAAAAAARA/b5zDgKI83Nk/s400/DSC05573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277819181238051746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah.. i really need to clear all my minutes and registers book.. by JAN!!! They will drown my view sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nut is a happy nut today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5108317285898834916?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5108317285898834916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5108317285898834916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/12/yippee.html' title='yippee!!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/ST6S4BEFrcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E8PTKc2jGOs/s72-c/spec.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-1318205870990944089</id><published>2008-12-06T06:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:41:23.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 months :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/STsnPL7Z-2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/89EzVsh8b6Y/s1600-h/DSC05528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/STsnPL7Z-2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/89EzVsh8b6Y/s400/DSC05528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276854530248145762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you, not just now or tomorrow. But till the time we both still loving each other, like honey and pooh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxJYUS2W7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/rJ8-ADTXjXI/s1600-h/Si+poohie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVxJYUS2W7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/rJ8-ADTXjXI/s400/Si+poohie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286180744739576754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI POOHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-1318205870990944089?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1318205870990944089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/1318205870990944089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='36 months :)'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/STsnPL7Z-2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/89EzVsh8b6Y/s72-c/DSC05528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-2702256769183859376</id><published>2008-11-30T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:11:29.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Hunnie went Ipoh then Hatyai.... without ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because of my EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he come back fast fast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-2702256769183859376?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2702256769183859376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/2702256769183859376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-630016867250228264</id><published>2008-11-29T07:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:36:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve been thinking the whole night – of trust issues.  True enough, of all the qualities that make up a good relationship, trust is undeniably the most important.  But what if my partner has trust issues in the relationship? There will be question mark in front of everything... so what’s the point?  I’ll doubt his love.  Everything will be just going through the motions with little or no emotional connection. I’ll never be able to have the kind of relationship that I really want until we heal this issue.  Trust takes a long time to develop and no time at all to be destroyed. If the trust is lost, the underlying love must be VERY STRONG to carry the people through until the trust is rebuilt. &lt;strong&gt;In some cases, that never happens.&lt;/strong&gt; What can I see in the future, or will there be any future to this relationship? Do I still hang on? Is he happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately you have to trust someone you love. What does that mean? He doesn’t love me enough to trust me. Things like "I don't trust you already", can be said easily.. but it may takes a long time to heal especially when it pierced the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-630016867250228264?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/630016867250228264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/630016867250228264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-thinking-whole-night-of-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-4474775170670061752</id><published>2008-11-24T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:27:46.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye straight hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SSqrse73xDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LYLrWc5XzzU/s1600-h/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SSqrse73xDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LYLrWc5XzzU/s400/DSC05537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272215094497362994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day only... canot happy too early. Later next week become a bush! *bang*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-4474775170670061752?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4474775170670061752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/4474775170670061752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/11/byebye-straight-hair.html' title='byebye straight hair!'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SSqrse73xDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LYLrWc5XzzU/s72-c/DSC05537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-6648327323129185378</id><published>2008-11-08T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:23:46.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3's a crowd :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrf1aukaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IL9cQNe7QJk/s1600-h/DSC01471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrf1aukaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IL9cQNe7QJk/s400/DSC01471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265952058962252194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRraLuyu5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/4zy0a7kKCSA/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRraLuyu5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/4zy0a7kKCSA/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265951961872776082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrWuZQi_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/IMid9nmT5Ow/s1600-h/thai+-+doggies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrWuZQi_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/IMid9nmT5Ow/s400/thai+-+doggies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265951902458219506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrSKPwE5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/q2Z2slcVoXc/s1600-h/thai+-+puppies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrSKPwE5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/q2Z2slcVoXc/s400/thai+-+puppies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265951824035189650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrM7lXhlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eqb8_o2PUn8/s1600-h/22122007(022)-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrM7lXhlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eqb8_o2PUn8/s400/22122007(022)-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265951734199977554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrGoxDaoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FGD1gR-xKTc/s1600-h/Poohs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrGoxDaoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FGD1gR-xKTc/s400/Poohs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265951626069502594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-6648327323129185378?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6648327323129185378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/6648327323129185378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/11/3s-crowd-d.html' title='3&apos;s a crowd :D'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SRRrf1aukaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IL9cQNe7QJk/s72-c/DSC01471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-5041906127929399833</id><published>2008-11-05T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:03:13.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGH</title><content type='html'>Xmas is coming.. though commercialised, I still love Xmas because it makes me feel like a "i got presents" day.. and most importantly, "i got bonus"...! :D~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas list? hmmm........&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Australia leh.. Japan leh... :( too far. NVM.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Macau leh.. :( &lt;br /&gt;I want to press jackpot machine leh.. :( *ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding* how come I feel that one fine day.. I will win JACKPOT! I WILL LOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HUAT AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG SIGH...... I've been sighing in the morning at work everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic.... super busy....&lt;br /&gt;with work which ranked first..&lt;br /&gt;with school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER 8 December 2008 - last exam.... i'm so going to PLAY!!! YES! but... i've no more annual leave left, how pathetic. Stupid school.. why the hell am i studying for anyway. I am not ambitious, I do not think I want to be a career woman. So.. WHY AM I SPENDING 19K on my school fees and give me nothing but-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dry up my bank; &lt;br /&gt;2. give me stress and more stress; &lt;br /&gt;3. more pimples!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M BROKE! NO MONEY.. the bank and insurance company better dun toh.. if not i really can eat grass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-5041906127929399833?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5041906127929399833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/5041906127929399833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='SIGH'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441433263813957763.post-973610712768992646</id><published>2008-10-01T23:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:04:44.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my week..</title><content type='html'>Pre-F1.. view from my office @ UOB Plaza, 33rd floor. Superb. Singapore night view is so beautiful :) photos taken from my hp camera! so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOObbufn0MI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4dmhurjbRaw/s1600-h/DSC05470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOObbufn0MI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4dmhurjbRaw/s400/DSC05470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252212491083567298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOObUY1AiiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g1bV33BTSMI/s1600-h/DSC05471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOObUY1AiiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g1bV33BTSMI/s400/DSC05471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252212365008603682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallet he bought for me today - love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOOZzZQZ0jI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LinDkqFUiS0/s1600-h/DSC05528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOOZzZQZ0jI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LinDkqFUiS0/s400/DSC05528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252210698676195890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day out with ernie @ VIVO last friday - her early bdae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ Modesto.. good food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOOczL8XaKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/EO91K35mWaA/s1600-h/DSC05501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOOczL8XaKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/EO91K35mWaA/s400/DSC05501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252213993637374114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOOddIIRFJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VarXfgr9xgY/s1600-h/CIMG0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOOddIIRFJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VarXfgr9xgY/s400/CIMG0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252214714168054930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441433263813957763-973610712768992646?l=the-enchantment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/973610712768992646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441433263813957763/posts/default/973610712768992646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-enchantment.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='my week..'/><author><name>nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219235469425633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SVzhkLIxjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/jh6KebjHbkM/S220/Si+poohie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2oZCv6loGc0/SOObbufn0MI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4dmhurjbRaw/s72-c/DSC05470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
