<?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-27045264</id><updated>2012-02-04T18:05:38.772+08:00</updated><category term='New life with hubby'/><category term='Mommy loves you.. always'/><category term='Wedding bands'/><category term='Our love'/><category term='Loves darling'/><category term='my precious'/><category term='our life'/><category term='Our little family-to-be'/><title type='text'>Valen ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>556</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-1517436590780848535</id><published>2012-02-04T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T18:05:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Valentine's gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours ago, I rejected to an awesome offer from Terence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten him a gift for valentine's but couldn't resist and told him.&lt;br /&gt;Though refusing to let him know what is it yet, he told me he have yet to decide mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I don't want any gift from him.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want is him to do the housework for this whole month.&lt;br /&gt;That'll be the best gift for valentine's. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, he texted and told me he is gonna upgrade my current solitare to a carat.&lt;br /&gt;But with condition that I'll do the housework for the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him and immediately told him he is mad &amp; I am not going to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, hahahahahahhaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of regretting a little now &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have accepted his condition. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little update of this little joke we had just now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm uber bored at my mom's place now waiting for dinner ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the 14th impatiently. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing at how terence's guessing the gift I got. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-1517436590780848535?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1517436590780848535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=1517436590780848535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1517436590780848535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1517436590780848535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8063330347482827381</id><published>2012-01-18T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:25:10.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wendy's ambassador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, I'm the new ambassador of Wendy's. The fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys like the baked potato?&lt;br /&gt;Love their cheese &amp; cheese baked potato, never get sick of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! Just for laughs..&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair red yesterday &amp; was shocked to see the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;Vert very red! Unlike the usual red I always dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very uncomfortable with it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Terence suggested to re-dye it since I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to re-dye it today but find my hair really funny so I decided to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked the colour alot, I find it hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I look like Wendy's human version of the character.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it won't last me for more than a week or two so it's still okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of my friends tried to convince me that it suits the new year colour.&lt;br /&gt;FAILED. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a just for laughs picture below.&lt;br /&gt;New Wendy's ambassador. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bEXqyJmO2wo/TxZJoybZrEI/AAAAAAAABMs/x_RZdjCIK3Y/s640/blogger-image--63245480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bEXqyJmO2wo/TxZJoybZrEI/AAAAAAAABMs/x_RZdjCIK3Y/s640/blogger-image--63245480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-8063330347482827381?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8063330347482827381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8063330347482827381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8063330347482827381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8063330347482827381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/wendys-ambassador-hi-all-im-new.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bEXqyJmO2wo/TxZJoybZrEI/AAAAAAAABMs/x_RZdjCIK3Y/s72-c/blogger-image--63245480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6415517745091109380</id><published>2012-01-10T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:24:07.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys! An impromptu decision to blog ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna share a song which I loved in the past but realized it's bullshit now.&lt;br /&gt;Title as stated above, Cry on my shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you guys heard this song before, but I really loved the lyrics in the past.&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I seriously do not think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting be a spoiler for the younger ones, but for me, I didn't believe what I used to trust what will never change anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever lend you a shoulder forever. People get sick if you were to borrow them over the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No feelings will ever stay the same forever. But it doesn't mean a relationship will not stay intact even after a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;A relationship could be kinship, friendship, boy/girlfriends, marriage etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't start worrying yet, nothing happened to me. Impromptu, remember? Just fuck mood swings. Lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe people could love a very very long time though.. It's just that the hard passion, the fireworks, the candy floss feeling will not remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;But love does. It still will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it will be like this forever though..&lt;br /&gt;The promises fade over time. Those "I will always be there for you no matter when and where" is not going to exist for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish &amp; treasure all these moments now if you're experiencing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful moments of life will not wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;If you missed it, you might never experience something like this ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things could never be the same again if a wrong decision was made at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it might be a bad thing though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find this post really contradicting, it's because life IS contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much of a selfish lover. But I am committed to my own relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I might waver, not by temptations, but by my new thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;By comparing moments in the past with things that are happening to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can never get enough of what I have now, I need new surprises to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am contented with what I have now &amp; I want to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though, no one can tolerate the same thing or improving things along with me.&lt;br /&gt;Because despite trying to improve, I will hold on tightly to what I am having now to protect myself from losing both.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's perspective of life will be different.&lt;br /&gt;Mine change over time. Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadly enough in my life, no one is forever there to hold me through my worse moments.&lt;br /&gt;There is, but not always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my fair share of embarrassing, sad, depressed, sick &amp; tired moments.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just grit my teeth and walk through it alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have my happiest, excited, nervous &amp; joy times too.&lt;br /&gt;Yet sometimes, I have no one enjoying listening while I share too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry &amp; smile all by myself through most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me grateful of having someone to share things with me when the chance is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know life isn't always about smiling &amp; being tough..&lt;br /&gt;But I know every happy moments that I smile, it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to treasure every moment of your life, even if it is something that really tears you apart. Because that is what makes you, and that's the real you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold on though, even the happiest moments.. You'll never know next second could break the record. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just fuck myself. Don't even know what I really am blogging about. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts out of a sudden while waiting for zebra to end the day and go have a BBQ dinner ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-6415517745091109380?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6415517745091109380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6415517745091109380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6415517745091109380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6415517745091109380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/cry-on-my-shoulder-hi-guys-impromptu.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3061198406348755971</id><published>2012-01-09T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:37:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me, I love you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AmVc8JHe_gI/TwrYzIGZcGI/AAAAAAAABMk/bNVBoZM3UTc/s640/blogger-image--500307338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AmVc8JHe_gI/TwrYzIGZcGI/AAAAAAAABMk/bNVBoZM3UTc/s640/blogger-image--500307338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-3061198406348755971?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3061198406348755971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3061198406348755971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3061198406348755971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3061198406348755971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-thank-you-for-loving-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AmVc8JHe_gI/TwrYzIGZcGI/AAAAAAAABMk/bNVBoZM3UTc/s72-c/blogger-image--500307338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-1054165021722490205</id><published>2012-01-01T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:57:27.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone! How did you spent your new year eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an unexpected gathering with my best friends over at my place^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected because Terence &amp; I were supposed to spend together with Eileen and Valiant for mahjong sessions the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;It was until the rest of the girls called to say they wanted to join us over at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sudden that Terence finished work early to accompany me stock up drinks &amp; beers to packing the house hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;It became a potluck suddenly when everyone brought food &amp; drinks over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were playing games in the living room while we girls went bitching around in the room.&lt;br /&gt;The reminiscing of our past were extremely hilarious. Couldn't stop giggling with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of this year, talking about how we met till how many hilarious things we did.&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing so much that the guys decided to stop us by screaming loudly halfway of their game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like WTF is going on outside that made them all shout so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Went out &amp; the drinking sessions started and all the way through the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished 35 cans of beer which is pretty shocking.&lt;br /&gt;Up down should be the most horrifying game. Drinking &amp; screaming like mad.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my neighbors ain't irritated by us. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game went on &amp; when it was few second before twelve, everyone suddenly paused &amp; counted down then screamings of happy new year came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... The game continued till we finished all the beers in our fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose everyone enjoyed themselves &amp; all went home a little high except those who don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone participated in the game &amp; for those who don't drink, they drank coke &amp; green tea which they finished a large bottle each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to be able to celebrate the festives with all my loved ones around me.&lt;br /&gt;Of course except Nariko. She's staying at my parent's place else I guess she's gonna be so annoyed by all the aunties and uncles screaming, laughing, clappings &amp; cheering so freaking loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year today &amp; I wanna tell all my families and friends that I love all of you so much.&lt;br /&gt;You're the ones that made my life perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always standing by me, understanding me, loving me, caring for me, and all those unreplaceable memories you imprinted on me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being there. I LOVE YOU ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was a smooth year.. a really good one.&lt;br /&gt;We started out our business with 2 good partners to expanding the 2nd outlet.&lt;br /&gt;Though it isn't easy, but it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to hoping for a good year this year, and wishing prosper for Zebra Communications!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, dear twenty twelve ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-1054165021722490205?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1054165021722490205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=1054165021722490205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1054165021722490205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1054165021722490205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-happy-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-257986578764411750</id><published>2011-12-27T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:01:25.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boxing day today! Have you opened up all your Christmas presents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blessed Christmas this year. A very wonderful ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated with my ladies &amp; our partners at beach cabana.&lt;br /&gt;They were having mini competitions that day &amp; we participated in almost every of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the guy's drinking competition.&lt;br /&gt;We sent George up for the first round.&lt;br /&gt;Total of 3 contestants for each competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to finish the bottle of beer &amp; turn the bottle over their head after finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;When George turned over, there was still a little bit of beer in it &amp; washed his hair for him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing mad crazily at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;But he still won the tiger beer hamper and a jug of beer for our table ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second competition was the ladies drinking competition.&lt;br /&gt;I was being sabotaged by all of the ladies to go up the stage!!&lt;br /&gt;Very reluctantly, I still went up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with the other 2 contestant and we all complained of being sabotaged by friends. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, a super kind staff came over the stage &amp; accused the emcee for being unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;He suggested that our beers should be poured over the mug so it'll be easier to drink. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheered with the other 2 ladies &amp; started drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I wasn't the winner. Because I did not remember to turn the glass over (not over our heads of course).&lt;br /&gt;I was super disappointed that I lost just a second behind! Too busy swallowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main purpose is to enjoy the process, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third competition's criteria is to have "A watch, an ez-link card, an empty beer mug, a nokia phone....."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we heard nokia phone, the enthusiasm immediately died down. Lol. Lost on the 5th item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emcee then walked over to see if we have had all the items &amp; then commented "so sad" sarcastically when we told him our table doesn't have a nokia handphone. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, he added that those who doesn't have a nokia phone, can replace it with 2 iPhones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th item was a $50 note, then a sock &amp; an earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George held all of those items and ran up the stage once again. The 9th item was five grains of sand from the beach.&lt;br /&gt;The contestants have to run to the beach, collect 5 grains of sand &amp; run back to the stage. The first person who reaches back will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever enough, George just grabbed a handful of sands nearby &amp; came back.&lt;br /&gt;He was the last to run out &amp; the first who came back..&lt;br /&gt;According to him, the other contestants really ran to the beach in the rain for that sands. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our table managed to cheat another hamper &amp; a jug of beer back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... I missed out the gifts exchanging part in the beginning that was way before all the competitions started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a Sephora travel mirror &amp; brush set from Jingnuan, an Anna sui eyeliner from Marilyn, a Bodyshop hand cream pack from Wendy, a customized keychain from Eileen &amp; a Chanel blusher from Amanda ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the usual girls a Dr. Dre earpiece each &amp; a dress for Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;The dress was a last minute shopping because I didn't know she had prepared a gift for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the countdown for Christmas, Wendy &amp; I ran right over to the back in order not to get sprayed by the crowd at the seats area.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, Terence was the first one to spray at all of us standing behind because he was given a can of snow spray free by the kind staff of beach cabana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the balloon part. The whole area was dressed up in pink &amp; white balloons.&lt;br /&gt;The strings attaching all of them together was snipped off by the emcee for the guests.&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone started bursting the balloon everywhere &amp; we seriously had nowhere to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water came in after the ice cubes &amp; almost everyone on our table got wet.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.... Terence &amp; Amanda was soaked due to playing water using beer buckets. Not ice buckets. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of laughters, filled up with lots of fun &amp; love through the whole celebration.&lt;br /&gt;It was the 2nd time I went up on the stage for a competition in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;The first was when I was in nursery.&lt;br /&gt;I've a very bad stage fright so I always shake very badly when standing infront of a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I only had mild shivers *thank god* &amp; I enjoyed it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out there enjoyed your Christmas celebration too ^^&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it'll be New year countdown.&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to increase another year to your age &amp; probably a good hangovers ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy boxing day &amp; Happy new year in advance &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s/ I will be uploading the pictures once I'm free and have a wifi. Data plans suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One picture of the lovely girls before I end this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful to have these girls by my side for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Thankful to have them as my pillar to lean on, shoulder to cry on, ears to listen to &amp; words of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Joy to have them to share our happiest times &amp; worst times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you isn't even enough to express how much I love you girls. Thanks for always being there &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pb-O2fBgH4k/TvjEgtWRUoI/AAAAAAAABMM/0yfVekjMZIA/s640/blogger-image-632018295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pb-O2fBgH4k/TvjEgtWRUoI/AAAAAAAABMM/0yfVekjMZIA/s640/blogger-image-632018295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-257986578764411750?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/257986578764411750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=257986578764411750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/257986578764411750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/257986578764411750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-its-boxing-day-today-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pb-O2fBgH4k/TvjEgtWRUoI/AAAAAAAABMM/0yfVekjMZIA/s72-c/blogger-image-632018295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3968354645137754811</id><published>2011-12-23T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:40:18.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, I know it's been awhile since I updated again. Being busy &amp; lazy is an usual excuse again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's christmas eve tomorrow! Which marks the day Terence &amp; I got together.&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd anniversary.. Though it isn't long, but we went through those hard yet good times long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hardship was a blessing to me. Assuring me our relationship will be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me everything will all get better soon.. and it did.&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing we went through was worth for the things we have now.&lt;br /&gt;And everything we did was to give the best to our lovely baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the best gift we ever had in our lives. The loveliest baby ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone still remembered on the Christmas day's midnight when I suddenly had such bad contractions that Terence &amp; I nearly rushed down to the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking she was gonna be born on Christmas day &amp; I was reluctant to go down because I didn't want her to come out that day?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... The memories of it is still so vivid in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The joke of the day where he was so anxious about being a father that day.&lt;br /&gt;2009..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was mundane.. but still all filled up with love.&lt;br /&gt;Because every year, we remember clearly of the Christmas on 2008 &amp; 2009.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 years of Christmas that we'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'll be spending with my dear girls on the eve.&lt;br /&gt;With my usual best friends &amp; their partners.&lt;br /&gt;A day to show we love &amp; we care. How much these 6 years of friendship meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;It was them who followed me through my teenage years, till now being a mom and an adult.&lt;br /&gt;The times and years we used to spend together as long as we can.&lt;br /&gt;How time couldn't tear this friendship apart despite for not meeting them for over a year when I was pregnant, but we didn't grew quiet.&lt;br /&gt;How thankful I am to have all of them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day this year, I'll be going home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Spending the most important day with my family.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have to show or speak how much I love them. They would understand &amp; feel how much love there is.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what makes a family perfect isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope every of my readers have shown their love &amp; concerns to your closest ones, and have felt being loved &amp; cared by them too..&lt;br /&gt;It's a blessing to love &amp; care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish every one of you a merry christmas &amp; I love all of you!&lt;br /&gt;It's you readers that made my blog perfect &amp; I seriously thank all of you for completing my life too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for letting me have wonderful families, friends &amp; readers that all show their care, concerns &amp; love towards me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for perfecting my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE HERE ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-3968354645137754811?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3968354645137754811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3968354645137754811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3968354645137754811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3968354645137754811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-hi-all-i-know-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-5587704295273734982</id><published>2011-12-02T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:33:35.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, recently many of my friends answered to a question in Facebook so I thought I'd do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question would be at the end of the post so scroll down to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After answering, baby looked at my answer, laughing and telling me I'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I was confident at my answer &amp; told him any amount x zero the answer would still be zero!&lt;br /&gt;He then laughed again and told me I forgot in maths equation, times and divide always comes first.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded and agreed I'm stupid. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I texted him that everytime I looked at my Facebook I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And he told me it's okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because 59999 other dumb people voted 0 as the answer too &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I feel mad stupid to still be answering a question wrong at my age.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JZAM_iGxF8U/TthHDRI6XEI/AAAAAAAABL8/yY8PXLPliqc/s640/blogger-image--1259790601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JZAM_iGxF8U/TthHDRI6XEI/AAAAAAAABL8/yY8PXLPliqc/s640/blogger-image--1259790601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-5587704295273734982?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5587704295273734982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=5587704295273734982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5587704295273734982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5587704295273734982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JZAM_iGxF8U/TthHDRI6XEI/AAAAAAAABL8/yY8PXLPliqc/s72-c/blogger-image--1259790601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7294773959406203548</id><published>2011-11-29T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:45:28.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Zebra @ Serangoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! Today, I've a good news to share!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my title, we're having our second outlet at Serangoon central!&lt;br /&gt;Major thanks to everyone who came to support Zebra @ Yishun!&lt;br /&gt;Allowing us to have expansion of our 2nd outlet so soon ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing this good news in the first timing after confirmation to replace thank you's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone continues to support both of our outlets!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all the best for both Zebras @ Yishun &amp; Serangoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-7294773959406203548?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7294773959406203548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7294773959406203548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7294773959406203548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7294773959406203548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/zebra-serangoon-hi-everyone-today-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8097154957157304626</id><published>2011-11-25T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:39:20.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, here to update since I cannot fall asleep yet ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized my little baby have been growing quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;She's able say 1-10 in Chinese &amp; Japanese which she picked up quite young.&lt;br /&gt;But amazingly, she can say 1-13 in English! Quite amazed by her progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can sing the ABC song in full but only the alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;She's able to sing quite a number of songs actually. But I'm glad she knows her alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves animals alot. Yes, when I say alot, it's really really a lot!&lt;br /&gt;She is extremely happy to see animals and always refuses to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Though she love all kinds of animals, but her love for cats surpasses anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me probably? I love cats too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby always brings her downstairs to play &amp; feed the cats whenever he could.&lt;br /&gt;It became the favorite past time for the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably be surprised by how much she love cats. I guess she'd love to hug it tightly if I were to allow her. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy to see how much my baby have grown.&lt;br /&gt;She could be extremely stubborn at times that could drive me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, she's so sweet and caring towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I pretend to be asleep, she'd pat me &amp; kiss me on the forehead like how I always do to her.&lt;br /&gt;The love &amp; warmth within is something words can't describe and irreplaceable :)&lt;br /&gt;So glad to have a sweet daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is again from iPhone &amp; the photo alignment sucks again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's pictures taken out of the video clip when she went to feed cats with her daddy this morning.&lt;br /&gt;This app doesn't allow me to upload video clips, so I'll have to upload them again the next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3OzgUJiQHBw/Ts5_JdI5dPI/AAAAAAAABLc/ZjKJlXMDMAE/s640/blogger-image-1933747798.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3OzgUJiQHBw/Ts5_JdI5dPI/AAAAAAAABLc/ZjKJlXMDMAE/s640/blogger-image-1933747798.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EaA7RgsFkTI/Ts5_P707ACI/AAAAAAAABL0/KSTmtO844PQ/s640/blogger-image--864476640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EaA7RgsFkTI/Ts5_P707ACI/AAAAAAAABL0/KSTmtO844PQ/s640/blogger-image--864476640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a1ZMvoQKSVE/Ts5_L5UJ2OI/AAAAAAAABLk/TKYREcGbUvM/s640/blogger-image--729472010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a1ZMvoQKSVE/Ts5_L5UJ2OI/AAAAAAAABLk/TKYREcGbUvM/s640/blogger-image--729472010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dMWDGG0e61Y/Ts5_OA-z_pI/AAAAAAAABLs/ePJvh_Ukqsk/s640/blogger-image-1634123236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dMWDGG0e61Y/Ts5_OA-z_pI/AAAAAAAABLs/ePJvh_Ukqsk/s640/blogger-image-1634123236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-8097154957157304626?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8097154957157304626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8097154957157304626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8097154957157304626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8097154957157304626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/growing-hi-all-here-to-update-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3OzgUJiQHBw/Ts5_JdI5dPI/AAAAAAAABLc/ZjKJlXMDMAE/s72-c/blogger-image-1933747798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8801132913557719668</id><published>2011-11-23T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:28:01.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Been awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, it's been quite sometime since I really updated again.&lt;br /&gt;The busy moments ain't really over yet due to having new plans.&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to it &amp; hoping things goes well again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been requested to update more on my dearest girl ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unfortunately, she have been deleting most of her newer pictures and videos that I took for her recently.&lt;br /&gt;So there aren't much left actually.&lt;br /&gt;That's also the part I hate to let her have my phone.&lt;br /&gt;She always have to delete things by accident :( Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life have been pretty boring for me actually.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going around except work &amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;But should be better soon next month with upcoming events ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, have to go now! Will update again soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited/&lt;br /&gt;Just realized the photos are quite of an eyesore below.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to do anything bout it cos I'm using iPhone app to blog.. Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4AvfWj2hJuY/TsyDloNtbVI/AAAAAAAABLM/peSmM2e1gos/s640/blogger-image-1443719367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4AvfWj2hJuY/TsyDloNtbVI/AAAAAAAABLM/peSmM2e1gos/s640/blogger-image-1443719367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QAX53K-jSbA/TsyDmxQUtwI/AAAAAAAABLU/56rHw6OSWtg/s640/blogger-image-1919667641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QAX53K-jSbA/TsyDmxQUtwI/AAAAAAAABLU/56rHw6OSWtg/s640/blogger-image-1919667641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-8801132913557719668?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8801132913557719668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8801132913557719668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8801132913557719668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8801132913557719668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/been-awhile-hi-all-its-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4AvfWj2hJuY/TsyDloNtbVI/AAAAAAAABLM/peSmM2e1gos/s72-c/blogger-image-1443719367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-9101648800134394328</id><published>2011-10-18T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:03:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxwnRAT9EfU/Tp05WaGc6JI/AAAAAAAABK4/A75BKl3cNmU/s1600/321580_10150368814164025_184572924024_8070422_1115422522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664746963428239506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxwnRAT9EfU/Tp05WaGc6JI/AAAAAAAABK4/A75BKl3cNmU/s400/321580_10150368814164025_184572924024_8070422_1115422522_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess many of you already heard of this news about a 2 year old baby girl that got runover by 2 vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going flooding my Facebook news feed for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;I did not even dared open up the video to watch, only praying to myself it's just a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only until yesterday night, it came on the news.&lt;br /&gt;With an extremely heavy heart, I took a look on the television &amp;amp; accepted it wasn't just a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;It left me the whole night cursing &amp;amp; swearing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor baby girl was left wandering alone &amp;amp; got knocked down by a van.&lt;br /&gt;The van knew he knocked down someone &amp;amp; the baby was trapped inbetween the van.&lt;br /&gt;Know what? The van could still slowly go over the baby &amp;amp; drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people passed by the baby with just a look &amp;amp; walked off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy did not end here ok!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Another truck came by &amp;amp; went over the poor baby girl once again!&lt;br /&gt;And again, no passerbys stopped to help! Only giving a peek &amp;amp; walked off again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only until an auntie that picks rubbish saw &amp;amp; helped the poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to pick her up but the baby fell back down again.&lt;br /&gt;Then after, the mom came &amp;amp; picked up her baby. Then she was sent to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, is humans so heartless that they are not even willing to help a 2 years old baby?&lt;br /&gt;Not even when she got ran over by 2 vehicles &amp;amp; layed on the ground helplessly?&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding profusely &amp;amp; unable to even move the slightest bit?&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing &amp;amp; swearing wondering if they are even fit to be called a human.&lt;br /&gt;Not even beasts they are worth comparing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw the news about this little baby girl again.&lt;br /&gt;She was pronounced "brain dead". I had alot of feelings seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much pity for that poor girl. Just 2 years old. Her roads ahead are still long. Bright future.&lt;br /&gt;GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she got helped up earlier, not getting run over by another vehicle, she might still live!&lt;br /&gt;She might still be able to live like any other kids, growing up &amp;amp; have her dreams!&lt;br /&gt;But no, those creatures did not gave a heart &amp;amp; help her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people commented it's because of the whatever "pengyu's case".&lt;br /&gt;Where he got sued for helping an unwell elderly to the hospital. That's the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO! IF I FUCKING WERE THERE, I WOULD RATHER YOU SUE ME TILL IM BANKRUPT THAN TO LEAVE A 2 YEARS OLD BABY LYING DOWN THERE BLEEDING, GETTING KNOCK BY ANOTHER VEHICLE AND THEN LET HER PASS AWAY, DESTROYING HER BRIGHT FUTURES, NOT LETTING HER GET TO HAVE HER DREAMS OKAY ASSHOLES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, talk is cheap. I wasn't there. I wish I was. I wish I could help her up immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to accept the fact that she's gone due to heartless creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I cried for her even though I don't even know her at all. I just wished she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know what? I'm disgraced to be my race when people of my race did gave a helping hand to this poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking disgraced to be as the same race as you heartless creatures are.&lt;br /&gt;I hate her parents for losing her, letting her wander in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Curse every passerbys who left her there &amp;amp; fuck china to be such materialistic creatures.&lt;br /&gt;A baby could be saved, yet she wasn't. What in the world is this going? Fuck all of them seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the poor baby girl, if there's ever a next life, I hope you wouldn't be borned in china again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'd be at someone's arms you'd always be safe in.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'd get a better life, achieve better dreams, have better futures.&lt;br /&gt;Never to be around with heartless creatures. I hope you'd be great, in your next life.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, god bless. &lt;/em&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/27045264-9101648800134394328?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9101648800134394328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=9101648800134394328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/9101648800134394328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/9101648800134394328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/rest-in-peace-i-guess-many-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxwnRAT9EfU/Tp05WaGc6JI/AAAAAAAABK4/A75BKl3cNmU/s72-c/321580_10150368814164025_184572924024_8070422_1115422522_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-671219608635921499</id><published>2011-10-12T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:54:18.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This post is for everyone who gave their concerns regarding my girl's fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the concerns! Zillion loves for all of you ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand's getting much better already. *Thank god*&lt;br /&gt;The swell is already gone, only left with slight skin tear.&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing is that her fingernails turned really pale inside, still with slight bruise.&lt;br /&gt;But still, it doesn't hurt her so much when I touch it already.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll get well soon &amp;amp; won't affect her nails quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope everything goes well for her hand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, million thanks &amp;amp; love for everyone who gave &amp;amp; showed their concerns.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for spending that time to shower us with love. *Appreciate*&lt;br /&gt;To my readers &amp;amp; friends, thanks for giving us the concerns that even family doesn't show that much.&lt;br /&gt;And zillion thanks to my dad for showing extreme concerns over Nariko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little concerns &amp;amp; love showed really made me feel hundred times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you &amp;amp; I love you guys ^^&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/27045264-671219608635921499?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/671219608635921499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=671219608635921499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/671219608635921499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/671219608635921499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/thankful-this-post-is-for-everyone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2775948133484746581</id><published>2011-10-07T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:53:46.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been awhile since I had the time to blog &amp;amp; today, I'm given time.&lt;br /&gt;It's the time which I rather wish I'm not given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was because of yesterday's morning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry anymore. I just pity my girl. Getting hurt yet still given faces for her or rather us to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="315915_10150318723729751_668944750_8125293_115211087_n" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6032/6218684947_7ea56f1bba_z.jpg" width="477" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken yesterday when I brought her over to shop.&lt;br /&gt;It was already slightly better, the swelling gone down a little &amp;amp; pus stopped coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nariko's cousin &amp;amp; her was playing with the piano in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I heard, was Nariko sobbing very badly &amp;amp; her grandpa was coaxing her.&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath, I heard dad reprimanding her cuzzie &amp;amp; heard her say this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I want to play the piano &amp;amp; meimei come and play. I don't want to share with her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed the piano lid &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(obviously slammed it as usual)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when my poor baby's fingers are still in it.&lt;br /&gt;The lid is so heavy that your fingers would probably break if your fingers were in it &amp;amp; I shut it off hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thankfully she's still too young to have broken or fractured bones.&lt;br /&gt;Previously she lightly twisted her hands &amp;amp; could not move. So I brought her for an x-ray to play safe.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told me she's still too young to have any fractured bones as her bones are not hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time, I decided to observe before having another war with her in the x-ray room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's not what happened above that seriously pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's inevitable to have such freak accidents happening among kids. I know!&lt;br /&gt;But don't fucking give me an attitude like I was the one who made your child like this.&lt;br /&gt;When the one getting hurt WAS my daughter. Tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just angry to hear that particular sentence &amp;amp; only scolded her 3 sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. You cannot do that to meimei &amp;amp; must share things!&lt;br /&gt;2. You see, now meimei hands like this.&lt;br /&gt;3. You cannot be so naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone in the world would vote for me to see if it's wrong to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know what? After this fucking 3 sentence, we were given a fucked up attitude.&lt;br /&gt;My mom stopped talking to us, give us a fucking black face &amp;amp; refused to look after Nariko.&lt;br /&gt;I had to bring her down to shop to buy food for her &amp;amp; myself to eat and doing business at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Nariko even refused to step out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's no food for us so I'm clever enough to ask baby buy cupnoodles for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for her cuz's mom, we were given a face to see too. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter hurt mine, bruising her fingers so badly &amp;amp; you're giving me a fucking face?!!!&lt;br /&gt;I ain't angry at first at all. If I wanted a war, it'd be so much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it's inevitable among kids. But don't do it till like I'm the one that hurt your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anything, I just pity my girl so much.&lt;br /&gt;She's the one getting hurt so badly yet she still had to go through these with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person in this house who cared is my dad &amp;amp; I'm really grateful for this.&lt;br /&gt;He came in my room straight away after work to check her hands.&lt;br /&gt;Dad told me it could be really serious &amp;amp; told me to bring her for an x-ray if her hands are still swelling in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to be prepared that her nails will take months to heal &amp;amp; the whole nail is going to drop.&lt;br /&gt;And he even joked if it was our hands, it should've been broken already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but now, I'm not angry anymore. Like I say, just pity my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night before I slept, I even thanked god for letting me go through all these in my life.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for all these nonsense since young, I wouldn't have wanted to strive for something.&lt;br /&gt;And thank god for this incident yesterday. It didn't kill me so it's gonna make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, put all the blames on me now &amp;amp; watch me fall. Then I shall climb higher than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor baby girl, get well soon okay?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully your fingers are not fractured, your nails will not get weak &amp;amp; hopefully the nerves ain't affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zillions of Love from mommy, daddy &amp;amp; grandpa &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-2775948133484746581?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2775948133484746581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2775948133484746581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2775948133484746581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2775948133484746581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/tolerance-its-been-awhile-since-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6032/6218684947_7ea56f1bba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3217131059390236152</id><published>2011-09-20T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:46:30.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Fever, off day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="486" alt="316591_10150285547744751_668944750_7937939_2126976842_n" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6164752019_dd50a182dd_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="486" alt="293227_10150285547504751_668944750_7937937_1095006538_n" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6157/6164752017_a5a0001c1c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! So sorry that I've not been blogging. Been so busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm off from work cos my little princess is down with fever.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so many months since she's down with major viruses.&lt;br /&gt;The most she had these months were just mild cough &amp;amp; runny nose which goes away in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, out of a sudden, she went down with fever. Gave her dhamol but it didn't help much.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the fever goes away soon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, even though she's feverish, she's still really smiley.&lt;br /&gt;But she feels really weak &amp;amp; doesn't have much energy to move about.&lt;br /&gt;Feels so heartache to see her lying down while smiling at me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the weather, rainy then sunny then rain again.&lt;br /&gt;Shall switch off the aircon at night till she gets better. Hopefully it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every 5 minutes I'll take her water bottle &amp;amp; demand her to have atleast a sip.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the water will make her body feel better &amp;amp; let her get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like when she's younger &amp;amp; always having fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really worried &amp;amp; anxious feeling's here..&lt;br /&gt;Every few minutes I must see her drinking some water, every few hours I want her to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I demanded her to lie on the bed to do her things so she can rest more.&lt;br /&gt;*I hear her reading out the alphabets along with my phone.. hehehe...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gonna go refill her water &amp;amp; feed her now. Please get better little baby.&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, love you so much! Xoxo&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/27045264-3217131059390236152?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3217131059390236152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3217131059390236152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3217131059390236152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3217131059390236152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/fever-off-day-hello-everyone-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6164752019_dd50a182dd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7975471096184700543</id><published>2011-09-05T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:20:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Zebra Communications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="485" alt="zebracomm" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6115046565_8ab94eaf4c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Felt so happy after our shop opened successfully!&lt;br /&gt;The guys insisted on me pulling of the red paper from the signage cos my nickname's zebra. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they really name our company after my nickname..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first day's operation is good. Really really busy!&lt;br /&gt;Baby was being really kind to give all our customers discount as first day promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was extra fun when baby &amp;amp; george was counting stocks..&lt;br /&gt;George kept counting wrongly &amp;amp; still side betted with baby over the quantity.&lt;br /&gt;So we kept telling him the punch is still in him.. So it makes him so blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The day before opening we were drinking while packing stocks &amp;amp; george went to buy a beer called punch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before opening, the 3 guys side betted 6 bottles each on how much the 1st day of sales would be.&lt;br /&gt;The winner said the highest sales amount &amp;amp; was over it since 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning baby &amp;amp; george lost the bet. So we're gonna have 12 bottles free!! Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day over there &amp;amp; had a mini celebration aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's really tiring after the whole busy day + waking up super early in the morning to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the hardworks down the road will be worthwhile, gonna strive for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one doing sales though.. hahaha!! Baby would be the tired one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he too think that it's better to work hard now so he'll have all the time for me in future.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna work hard for now &amp;amp; enjoy more later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go accompany my sweetheart now! Will have lesser time for her now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-7975471096184700543?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7975471096184700543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7975471096184700543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7975471096184700543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7975471096184700543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/zebra-communications-finally-felt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6115046565_8ab94eaf4c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2389796631528654992</id><published>2011-08-31T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:16:32.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Preparations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've received questions over what am I opening etc &amp;amp; I promised to blog about it after everything is settled.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, since baby's out to settle the reno stuffs, I'll blog bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're setting up a shop in communications trade &amp;amp; things are almost all settled.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be officially open on this Sunday! Really excited over it!!&lt;br /&gt;So you know, if you wanna get a new mobile, need repairs &amp;amp; live near yishun, do drop by! ^^&lt;br /&gt;It's located at Blk 417, Yishun ave 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a small business still, and it's our first time starting up a business.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely wishing everything will go smoothly &amp;amp; sales will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be really busy over this little business &amp;amp; should hardly have time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be updating my tumblr frequently as it's simple, easier &amp;amp; much more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;So do check it out if you want an update of how's my life doing ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went over to ikea few days back &amp;amp; surprisingly I met one of my readers there!&lt;br /&gt;Really happy that they called out to me though it made me confused for a minute or so. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Still, it really made my day cos I always thought my blog's too boring for humans to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had only a small chat as sweetie was seriously cranky that day cos she's sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.... it's still a nice coincidence to me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have the chance to blog frequently after the opening..&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I seriously love the way sweetie take pictures with me now.&lt;br /&gt;She loves imitating my actions &amp;amp; it's so uber duper cuuuuute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some time to update them.. not today though. So so lazy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check back &amp;amp; click on the ads! Love ya!!!&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/27045264-2389796631528654992?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2389796631528654992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2389796631528654992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2389796631528654992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2389796631528654992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/08/preparations-ive-received-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8134870585951508604</id><published>2011-08-21T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:30:22.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Mini love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="sweetie1" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6062/6065357404_2090209ea0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love the way toddlers take pictures?&lt;br /&gt;It's extreme cuteness that I seriously wanna pinch pinch pinch ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm seriously surprised by how much a toddler can learn from just an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie can learn, memorize &amp;amp; play the educational games for kids so much!&lt;br /&gt;She learnt her ABC, animals, objects &amp;amp; so much more there. Even songs!&lt;br /&gt;She even learnt to abuse my iPhone camera by flooding it with her pictures &amp;amp; items at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do a short review on sweetie's school as some of you requested =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little princess in now studying in Eager Beavers Schoolhouse in Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;The school is big, very hygiene concerned &amp;amp; they practice very strict sterilizings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curriculum is something that attracts me most..&lt;br /&gt;For Nariko, they sing, learn alphabets, chinese, numbers &amp;amp; art in class.&lt;br /&gt;They have their own playground in the school, not sure if they were brought there though.&lt;br /&gt;As Nariko's the youngest in the whole school, she had the priviledge to be fed in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm super surprised because I only enrolled her in a 3 hour playgroup. Not childcare.&lt;br /&gt;Even the playgroup was entitled to meals in school to train their independence.&lt;br /&gt;Because almost every tods have to eat on their own. Even Nariko learnt to self feed without much spills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still adapting to it, but very temperamental. She can cry to school a day &amp;amp; smile to school the next.&lt;br /&gt;When she's playing &amp;amp; learning well, the teachers will snap pictures of her &amp;amp; show it to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;But when she's not, they'd tell us about it but assure that it's actually normal for tods to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;And because she's only been there a few days, less than a week.. So I believe she's still trying to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still hope that she'll get used to it soon &amp;amp; enjoy more in school.&lt;br /&gt;She learnt &amp;amp; picked up quite a few things in school which I'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;As they have hand checks before they enter the school, she's been asking me to check her hand all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Really really cute when she pretends to have her hands sanitized like in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's really heart breaking to know that sometimes she cry full day in school,&lt;br /&gt;but I know it's for her well &amp;amp; she still have to go through it sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, my little princess is very dependent on us &amp;amp; has very bad stranger anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;I know she have to go through this harder than any toddlers but still, it's for her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather she cry for that month or so than stays at home everyday and becoming more dependent.&lt;br /&gt;Need her to learn to being independent from young so as to not become the 2nd me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super dependent on my family when young &amp;amp; now to baby.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being alone &amp;amp; feeling lonely &amp;amp; I seriously cannot take it when I have to do things alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want her to be like me, over-pampered. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's bout it. Waiting for baby to return with my mooncake.&lt;br /&gt;He claims it's really really reallyyyyyyyyy cute. Lol. Gonna upload it in my tumblr! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-8134870585951508604?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8134870585951508604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8134870585951508604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8134870585951508604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8134870585951508604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/08/mini-love-dont-you-just-love-way.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6062/6065357404_2090209ea0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2057940438851827537</id><published>2011-08-06T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:58:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Created a tumblr blog recently &amp;amp; I'm super loving it!&lt;br /&gt;A page to record all the beautiful moments of my life with just pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not wordy so I do not have to think too much about what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture speaks a million words, so I guess that's enough for all of you to read ^^&lt;br /&gt;Will still be updating this long journey blog, but not as frequent as my tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm updating it with my phone, so it's easier for me to update everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check it out if you wanna follow my daily life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenchiia.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://valenchiia.tumblr.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S/ Yep, it's really irritating when the name Valen or ValenChia is not available. Hate the double I part :(&lt;/em&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/27045264-2057940438851827537?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2057940438851827537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2057940438851827537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2057940438851827537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2057940438851827537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/08/tumblr-created-tumblr-blog-recently-im.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-1463390255982671998</id><published>2011-07-25T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:09:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;19th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a simple celebration with all my closed ones.&lt;br /&gt;Just purely drink &amp;amp; get drunk night, cam-whoring all night long.&lt;br /&gt;Though there were lots of disappointments in between, but we all still enjoyed ourselves =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0805" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6139/5973416109_368a62aaf9_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0807" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6131/5973416177_1ab7631096_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0808" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6030/5973416233_269ae9ab83_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0809" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6122/5973975282_443861a116_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0811" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6013/5973975326_e51799ca2e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0812" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6146/5973975408_d8f5848ae5_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0814" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6026/5973975444_a916fc9485_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0815" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6150/5973975476_cd2fa8b57a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0816" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6143/5973416571_9627187f04_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0817" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6002/5973975572_9e44e8b130_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0818" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6126/5973975650_04bca62ec4_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0832" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6144/5973975708_87ee34535c_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0837" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6023/5973416783_ab2f6edf16_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0838" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5973975800_e1a1f133f3_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0843" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/5973975850_203c611f59_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0844" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6003/5973975938_861fb474f7_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0850" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6145/5973417111_7887866028_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0852" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6010/5973976118_b3cb52d5f8_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0855" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/5973417221_dd95e6f3f0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0856" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6143/5973976242_013ae32f4c_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0863" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6009/5973417345_eb7a79eaa6_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0869" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6029/5973417379_568e6c43e6_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I heard everyone went home either high or drunk that night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very sure because I was practically wasted that night till I need baby to carry me home.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that tower of beer which I refused to order but got sabotaged by friends.&lt;br /&gt;1 of the disappointment cos I did not intend to get drunk so early.&lt;br /&gt;2nd disappointment, I did not get to drink my dear martel :(&lt;br /&gt;3rd disappointment, I went home at 1am because I'm way beyond high! Wtfseriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got wasted after I entered the cab, covered my mouth filled with vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness my dear girl saw &amp;amp; handed me the plastic bag. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset till Sunday because I went home so early &amp;amp; I'm grounded till August.&lt;br /&gt;So very upset that I cried on Sunday midnight after my birthday ended.&lt;br /&gt;Still need baby to wake up &amp;amp; pass me the inhaler due to a very bad hyperventilation. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the celebration night, I declared that I refuse to see any birthday cake infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because I don't eat cakes &amp;amp; I don't want the whole pub to know it's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;But, my clever dear Marilyn yang went to buy tons of kinder buenos, stacked it up &amp;amp; made it my birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I had a very hard to time stop my little princess from eating too much of them.&lt;br /&gt;She practically pulled me to the fridge everyday &amp;amp; tell me "Chocolate chocolate...".&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wanna thank everyone who came &amp;amp; thankyouverymuch for making me drunk so early.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember it &amp;amp; make sure you guys get double of it on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LotsofLove&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pardon me for this uninteresting &amp;amp; extremely lousy post.&lt;br /&gt;Having a very bad anemic + migraine recently till now that I could not do anything properly.&lt;br /&gt;Have been in the worst of health for the past 2 months.. hopefully it'll all be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Desperately in need of my better health to be back.&lt;br /&gt;Have been getting tortured by my health &amp;amp; my little princess everyday :(&lt;/em&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/27045264-1463390255982671998?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1463390255982671998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=1463390255982671998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1463390255982671998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1463390255982671998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/07/19th-birthday-it-was-simple-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6139/5973416109_368a62aaf9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-1661836354796529005</id><published>2011-07-20T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:56:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Busy week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baby &amp;amp; I have been busy doing callings these few days like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Have so many things to get it done especially sweetie's childcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very upset that Little skool house doesn't have any vacancy left anymore!&lt;br /&gt;I was still hoping to put her there but the earliest intake would be next year Jan. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not able to wait till next year as we'll be busy with the openings soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to do &amp;amp; I'm not able to stay home to look after her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Left with no choice, she can't escape the fate of going to school in her 1st year anymore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up mil last night to ask if she could transfer over to Yishun outlet's childcare to work.&lt;br /&gt;She refused cos she said she doesn't want people to say she's biased &amp;amp; puts extra attention to her granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;We understand her concerns but I'm still quite disappointed over it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, cos we were expecting for extra attention to sweetie too if mil transfers over =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I gotta overcome the feeling of putting her in school at this age.&lt;br /&gt;Very very worried she might not adapt to it &amp;amp; might get bullied or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've found a cc that has livecam &amp;amp; you can view what they're doing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But it's kind of far from my house. Sigh. Gonna go down to view first.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the school is beyond my expectations.&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/27045264-1661836354796529005?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1661836354796529005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=1661836354796529005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1661836354796529005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1661836354796529005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/07/busy-week-baby-i-have-been-busy-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-103716063069310066</id><published>2011-07-14T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:10:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dampened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somehow, I really hope tomorrow doesn't arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Though it should be the day where I'm looking forward to most, but.. not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a very meaningful day, still, I feel it's meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why out of all days, it must be the day where I'm most excited with.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the passion for it totally died down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll still enjoy myself tomorrow.. I know.&lt;br /&gt;Just that it became the matter that I won't even bother if I'd enjoy.. or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, wanna thank baby for putting in so much efforts for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Though it all didn't work out, but I know I just need you to be there &amp;amp; that's all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't want tomorrow to arrive, it still will.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's time to keep away all the emotions &amp;amp; wait for tomorrow's arrival..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthday wish for this year would be hoping the time would go as slow as possible today...&lt;/em&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/27045264-103716063069310066?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/103716063069310066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=103716063069310066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/103716063069310066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/103716063069310066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/07/dampened-somehow-i-really-hope-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7830217054718125820</id><published>2011-07-04T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:44:16.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll tell you why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been constantly receiving questions like &lt;em&gt;"Why did you choose him?"&lt;/em&gt; ever since we got together.&lt;br /&gt;Even till now, no matter online or offline, I've never stopped receiving these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's quite hurting for the other party to see or hear this question.&lt;br /&gt;I never once answered this question to anyone who asked this.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'd just smile &amp;amp; fake a laugh then walk right back beside baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll tell you why I chose him over so many other suitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm far from what you think I am.. and he's much better than you can ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, just a simple sentence which I never wanted to reply back to anyone who asked.&lt;br /&gt;It's because I don't think they could truly understand the meaning behind it.&lt;br /&gt;As for those who asked, are those who place materials as their priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I can easily grab someone who's requirements are much better than him.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really sorry to say, I do not need materials to accompany me walk through my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone whom can easily read my mind &amp;amp; tell me how I'm feeling when I do not even know.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that's able to provide me undying love, care &amp;amp; concerns.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone that shares the same interest, have the same future &amp;amp; is able to guide me when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes it's not just the money or assets that give you security.&lt;br /&gt;It's that someone that you know who's willing to hold your hand, walk through the crisis &amp;amp; never let go.&lt;br /&gt;That someone that you know whom will stay through &amp;amp; that protects you.&lt;br /&gt;The one that'll hug you tightly through your sleeps when you're having the least sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;The guy that'll tell you &lt;em&gt;"Everything's gonna be fine as long as I'm here beside you!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the kind that I want &amp;amp; need in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Not someone who'll tell me&lt;em&gt; "It's okay, I'll give you a prada to suppress your fears today.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tell me, which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, who doesn't want material items, who doesn't want a good life.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted these because I need to fill in my emptiness when baby's working hours are long &amp;amp; time is short for us.&lt;br /&gt;It's when I feel lonely even though I know how much he wanted to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;It's when I feel so empty that I need something nice to fill me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are always secondary. I never ever mind if I do not get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it was never how long we've been together that should make you feel we're young.&lt;br /&gt;It was how much crisis we've met &amp;amp; how many times we passed &amp;amp; walked through it together.&lt;br /&gt;We've been through much more than you can ever possibly think &amp;amp; how much it strengthened our love.&lt;br /&gt;These 2 years of marriage ain't as easy as what you thought.. but we never once gave it up.&lt;br /&gt;We believed that no matter how hard life is, as long as we're together, we'll walk through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how hard we tried, how much we did for the love of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't judge by thinking what you saw, understand the meaning behind it..&lt;/em&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/27045264-7830217054718125820?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7830217054718125820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7830217054718125820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7830217054718125820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7830217054718125820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-tell-you-why-ive-been-constantly.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8512531242769463127</id><published>2011-06-30T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T04:01:39.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Dearests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="262274_10150224025779751_668944750_7324359_580431_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5885549078_f9b3cfdef4_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="262637_10150224026074751_668944750_7324367_3807895_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5267/5884982427_48804f9c72_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know my blog's getting real boring cos I'm always blogging bout the 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;But, I still can't resist cos my little sweetheart's really really sweeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it can get a little irritating at times cos she's always mommy-ing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, she'll come into my room, look at me &amp;amp; say mommy mommy in a super cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;She'll call me in a very fierce voice when I stay in my room for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot leave her for even a minute when demands to me to stay beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Else you'll be able to see her walking to a corner &amp;amp; pretends to be angry at me until I tickle her hard. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the way whenever I tell her "mommy's gonna cry", and she'd rush over to immediately.&lt;br /&gt;She'd hug me very tightly every single time I tell her this. Hehe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health isn't in the best these days. Been having abdominal pains &amp;amp; frequent hyperventilation.&lt;br /&gt;Hyperventilation is the irritating one. It gets so hard that my whole body can go numb!&lt;br /&gt;Even my teeth &amp;amp; gums are numb. Conscious yet blacked out (no vision), major chest pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's the grasping for air part that made my chest hurt like insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on medication which means no alcohol for the next few days till I finish the course.&lt;br /&gt;Else I guess baby's gonna point a chopper at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told mommy that the next time I'm in pain, they should just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm always the one refusing to take what I should &amp;amp; never once completed the antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's the 800th time he told me this but everytime I tell him I'm in pain, he's always very anxious.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite him working morning shifts now, he'd still stay up if I tell him I'm feeling unwell.&lt;br /&gt;The only irritating part is, he'd ALWAYS force me to pop the pills in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's for my good but.... tsk, when you're not the one swallowing, it's always easy talks.&lt;br /&gt;Words are free anyway, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm uber tired like seriously. 2 more hours to go~&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stay awake, don't think I'd be able to hear the alarm later feeling so fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;JYJY!!!!&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/27045264-8512531242769463127?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8512531242769463127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8512531242769463127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8512531242769463127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8512531242769463127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/06/dearests-yes-i-know-my-blogs-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5885549078_f9b3cfdef4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3455576319300935395</id><published>2011-06-26T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:06:50.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="264189_10150221854579751_668944750_7295761_56917_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/5871561347_6086d2803a_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="268863_10150221854994751_668944750_7295763_3489847_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5312/5871561391_cddc15d5e9_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a movie &amp;amp; supper night yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;But baby's friend called &amp;amp; said he's super unhappy and wanted us to accompany him for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;So.. we forsaked our movies &amp;amp; accompanied him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no plans for today.. Too tired to make plans for outing.&lt;br /&gt;Poor sweetie gotta stay home this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie's been learning lots of things &amp;amp; we're quite surprised how much she actually learned.&lt;br /&gt;Really cheeky as usual, love the way she calls mommy mommy mommy.. hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon, she'll sit on our bed &amp;amp; calls papa..papa..daddyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;And every day at 5+pm, she'll drag me to the door to wait for her daddy to come home.&lt;br /&gt;She should be really happy that baby changed his shift to permanent morning.&lt;br /&gt;So he'll have much more time for sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's seriously a good year. Everything's going really smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Both financially &amp;amp; emotionally. Harmony at home's the only thing that isn't really great.&lt;br /&gt;Always having frequent tiffs &amp;amp; quarrels between my parents and I.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's still considered as a better year &amp;amp; I'm really grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully for the next half year, next year &amp;amp; so on, it'll be all get even better.&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/27045264-3455576319300935395?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3455576319300935395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3455576319300935395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3455576319300935395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3455576319300935395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekends-it-was-supposed-to-be-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/5871561347_6086d2803a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-744612389892391148</id><published>2011-06-17T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:49:24.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a very simple celebrations between close friends at pub.&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good one. We all enjoyed ourselves to the fullest on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0269" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/5840970795_0ebca3edf5_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0273" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5118/5840970835_56d37e473d_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0274" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/5841519472_9514b92ee9_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0278" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/5840970765_aea5102b14_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad because I did not take any pictures after we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not even the cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wanted to bring my camera over. But thinking how heavy &amp;amp; inconvenient, I skipped.&lt;br /&gt;Iphone's camera sucked, I tried several times but the picture still turned out ugly.&lt;br /&gt;So I just skipped the idea of taking pictures &amp;amp; forgot to just capture when baby's with the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we only have my picture &amp;amp; sweetheart's when I'm still at home with the lights.&lt;br /&gt;BAH~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th, which is yesterday &amp;amp; baby's actual birthday, we stayed home all night.&lt;br /&gt;He's trying to cure his great hangovers &amp;amp; me having cramps the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually planned to get out to catch some movies but still, we decided to skip.&lt;br /&gt;Baby's feeling horrible from the drink last night &amp;amp; we were "forced" to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, he didn't mind, neither do I. Just that I kept asking if he feels bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;He just kept assuring me he isn't &amp;amp; it's great to have a birthday home with our lil sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;She was so so sweet yesterday! Kept repeating after us to say happy birthday daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, the way she speaks really can't stop us from laughing. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby was asking me how would I want to celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It's just next month but I've got totally zero ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted only a simple gathering with all my friends &amp;amp; have fun. But well, can't decide on the venue.&lt;br /&gt;Should go work harder on it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest baby, you're seriously the best guy I've ever met in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;The only one that can give without expecting to take.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me all you could, just to see the smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;The only person in my whole life that'll do everything he could for me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time, when I'm happy over something, I'd see you smiling happily with me too.&lt;br /&gt;You worked hard for our family just to provide us the best you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we walked through the hardest part of our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;Even if there still will be, we'd still walk through it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear baby, thanks for tolerating my worst temper &amp;amp; all my negatives.&lt;br /&gt;The same old sentence I'll be giving you, I'd love you all my life &amp;amp; I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being the best husband &amp;amp; daddy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have their most important person in life..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very proud to say, you're mine.&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/27045264-744612389892391148?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/744612389892391148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=744612389892391148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/744612389892391148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/744612389892391148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/06/babys-birthday-it-was-very-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/5840970795_0ebca3edf5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-792068037405402604</id><published>2011-06-14T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:59:05.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0260" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3469/5830970599_2e174a61a6_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0261" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5317/5831519998_9b4b214586_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, incase you're wondering, baby didn't know I'm capturing so fast &amp;amp; didn't make it to smile.&lt;br /&gt;He looks like some ah beng here trying to act cool. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;For twice, he didn't notice that I'm gonna capture. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As above, it's gonna be a super random post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the 15th &amp;amp; we're gonna celebrate baby's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to it even though it's gonna be just a simple one with friends.&lt;br /&gt;He's on leave on the 16th &amp;amp; we're gonna have some family day together.&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure if sweetheart's gonna know that it's daddy's birthday, but I'm sure we're gonna enjoy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, my little baby's so duper sweet just few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;I told her to pat me to sleep &amp;amp; she said no. So I pretended to cry &amp;amp; she pouted and turned away from me.&lt;br /&gt;She was lying down on the bed with me but didn't turn to look at me for a minute or so.&lt;br /&gt;So I went over to look at her &amp;amp; realize she's tearing silently because she thought I really cried.&lt;br /&gt;Her whole face was covered with tears &amp;amp; I immediately hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;So ke lian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I left this post here for 2 hours before I started typing this passage again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I feel like eating chilli crab again though baby just bought me yesterday :\&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/27045264-792068037405402604?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/792068037405402604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=792068037405402604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/792068037405402604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/792068037405402604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-lol-incase-youre-wondering-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3469/5830970599_2e174a61a6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7012322945056143433</id><published>2011-06-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:00:00.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Peanut Butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0788" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/5810972791_d0b9eefbf0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0785" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/5811552980_9b5bfb95eb_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0787" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5230/5811544234_50f8525432_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0784" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/5810965247_91ccb29574_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0782" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5311/5810911437_d4090bb904_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked heart-shaped peanut butter cookies last night.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect it to turn out so yummy ^^&lt;br /&gt;Especially the last batch where I added chocolate chips in. Yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially made 2 extremely large love cookie for baby with extra serving of love.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's gonna fill him up with lots of love &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/27045264-7012322945056143433?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7012322945056143433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7012322945056143433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7012322945056143433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7012322945056143433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/06/peanut-butter-baked-heart-shaped-peanut.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/5810972791_d0b9eefbf0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3810595155624295741</id><published>2011-06-08T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T04:34:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0230" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5158/5809071249_86cc6a0de8_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0231" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/5809071015_dce5416355_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0233" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1424/5809071139_faf246fab1_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0232" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2058/5809071081_bc89682ec4_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0234" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2251/5809071191_9376d5190b_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great couple date with the best partner in life.&lt;br /&gt;It's always perfect weather be it rain or shine, as long as you're here.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats more than being around you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is probably the easiest &amp;amp; happiest thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;You know my story, you've heard what I've done, you knew what I went through.&lt;br /&gt;Yet after everything, you've stayed &amp;amp; told me you'd love me for the whole of my life.&lt;br /&gt;You said it's your duty to pamper me for as long as I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;You've done everything where others promised but broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about us is you could lie to the whole world, but never to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that for every single thing you've done, you'd share it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Because we know, no matter how hard life is, as long as we're together, nothing's unsolvable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday month &amp;amp; soon we'll be celebrating your 2nd father's day.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'd enjoy yourself to the fullest on this special month before we start working hard again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!&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/27045264-3810595155624295741?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3810595155624295741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3810595155624295741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3810595155624295741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3810595155624295741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/06/beloved-another-great-couple-date-with.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5158/5809071249_86cc6a0de8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6659289379748115930</id><published>2011-06-06T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:11:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Dearest Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="972" alt="IMG_0770" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/5803539018_9667dd51d0_b.jpg" width="648" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the best thing I've had in my life. One of the few that I didn't regret on.&lt;br /&gt;My cheekiest adorable little baby girl. The most caring baby I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I groan in pain, she'd come over to hug &amp;amp; stroke me immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I pretend to cry, she would burst out in tears &amp;amp; cry with me.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I laugh &amp;amp; smile happily, she'd smile widely with me.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when she sees me sleeping, she'd come over, call mommy.. mommy really sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, everyday, my happy pie needs to hug me really tightly, look up &amp;amp; smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, that's only when baby's not around..&lt;br /&gt;Because baby's always the one to protect her &amp;amp; pamper her when she's naughty.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I scold or hit her, she'd go runing behind baby's back to hide.&lt;br /&gt;He'd bring her downstairs for a walk whenever time allows him to.&lt;br /&gt;And... they'd always get candies &amp;amp; tidbits behind my back &amp;amp; munch happily back home asif I don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? He's the good guy &amp;amp; I'm the bad one.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0750" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/5803539718_085d9d00f0_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0769" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2228/5803573428_f63e8e202b_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0767" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5277/5803600656_f867b4cbd9_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0765" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/5803047519_39901d6146_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0763" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/5803616864_6622b84223_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0755" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2024/5802967215_21c1f1a8f3_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little princess is forever pestering me for my iphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These picture are taken yesterday before she went out with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for them, she gave me my phone after she's bored with her usual games.&lt;br /&gt;While passing me, she told me "Barney.. barney..".&lt;br /&gt;So I opened barney's videos for her to watch &amp;amp; she's uber engrossed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves barney alot. Because of the songs they sing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to bring her over to watch barney this saturday. I think she'll love it!&lt;br /&gt;A real life barney for her to watch instead of just the discs &amp;amp; videos ^^&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/27045264-6659289379748115930?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6659289379748115930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6659289379748115930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6659289379748115930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6659289379748115930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-dearest-girl-shes-best-thing-ive-had.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/5803539018_9667dd51d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6575245080841904790</id><published>2011-06-03T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:26:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cliques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Caribbean with George, Yvonne &amp;amp; baby yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I'm suffering from a major hangover &amp;amp; partial memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember clearly what we did yesterday, only remember the sober times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to George, we down-ed 2 bottles brandy &amp;amp; 3 jugs of beer in just few hours.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, every one went home drunk. Not wasted though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="252880_10150194938714751_668944750_7107817_2974291_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/5792852130_ec187f4c3f_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="252093_10150194938939751_668944750_7107821_6840672_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5792293381_71a5f0b68b_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="252419_10150194939389751_668944750_7107831_5640976_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/5792842810_85056a31b2_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="252382_10150194939144751_668944750_7107827_3335401_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/5792842836_feb60eebcd_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="254912_10150194939899751_668944750_7107840_7107119_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/5792842724_b554ab7a12_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time these 2 guys stands together, I'd say they look like brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Even the both of them agree they look alike. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super lucky that I did not bring my dslr down.&lt;br /&gt;Cos with george around, I knew we'd never go back sober. It's the usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;We'd never go back without getting drunk &amp;amp; that's their rule. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of this, it explains the poor picture quality from an Iphone 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it. Gotta start recalling what we actually did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I cannot remember the full process of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%"&amp;gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()&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/27045264-6575245080841904790?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6575245080841904790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6575245080841904790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6575245080841904790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6575245080841904790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/06/cliques-caribbean-with-george-yvonne.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/5792852130_ec187f4c3f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-5499924053145461234</id><published>2011-05-30T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:11:53.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Blings for Sale &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#990000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" alt="IMG_0048(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5631098793_19c519de29_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearing away all my blings &amp;amp; decorations ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Letting go everything @ &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$200 NETT&lt;/span&gt; for fast deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The items inside worths much more than that, but I need to clear the spaces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're probably a few thousands of items in the box.. not sure how many thousands though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0746" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2696/5774618105_93840091ce_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything are inclusive of the organiser box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's everything in it. You just need to get a good glue &amp;amp; can start doing your decos ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously running out of space for my items, gotta clear them away fast.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna leave it rotting over there~ =((&lt;br /&gt;So please help me clear them ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested, please email me @&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:valenchiia@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;valenchiia@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/27045264-5499924053145461234?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5499924053145461234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=5499924053145461234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5499924053145461234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5499924053145461234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/blings-for-sale-y-clearing-away-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5631098793_19c519de29_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8585094285794494314</id><published>2011-05-24T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T03:36:45.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Lovelies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Headed to Zouk with my bunch of love last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;It was great to clear up those misunderstandings &amp;amp; gather together all over again.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the never ending bitchings &amp;amp; reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to understand, share &amp;amp; love each another for half a decade..&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you held on, kept in contact &amp;amp; loved for half a decade other than your family?&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't easy to let go something which we've held on &amp;amp; loved for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that it didn't broke just as easy as it might seem, we're harder than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although letting go might too be a way of loving.. but no, not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with them as usual, laughters are filled almost every second.&lt;br /&gt;No restrains, nothing.. Just purely enjoyment &amp;amp; nothing beats more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="250238_10150248962698343_713788342_9037415_7558728_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/5751460429_64f1faaa7e_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="225445_10150248962018343_713788342_9037410_3311385_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/5752006216_0ff150de6e_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="249241_10150248971598343_713788342_9037551_6202963_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/5751461229_65825bfe34_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="227831_10150248971863343_713788342_9037554_5923742_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2031/5751461337_46abbb9db2_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="247445_10150248989783343_713788342_9037976_1397640_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/5751461741_3f3d10d2c7_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were playing with my solitaire. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="229271_10150248968038343_713788342_9037497_765473_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3423/5751461147_2bd426952c_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="249466_10150248969893343_713788342_9037514_6547662_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5752006642_3a757f42b5_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="228742_10150248969258343_713788342_9037504_2410066_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5226/5751460731_784eb6bdf3_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="228347_10150248969533343_713788342_9037506_4861306_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5142/5751460841_039184285e_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="249201_10150248968668343_713788342_9037499_5249101_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5181/5751460667_4382712e83_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly poses. HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;There were uglier ones but it's kinda weak for heart. Better post something light here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I met Angeline over there too! It's been so long since I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;The last time should be on my wedding day? I guess so. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photos are credited to her ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="225581_10150248988608343_713788342_9037933_2898865_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/5751461597_2f36c81f11_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="249912_10150248987003343_713788342_9037865_5004993_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/5751461451_4bb02b639b_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are all credited to Nuan~&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few pictures, there're over 100 pictures which I think it'll bombard my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I seriously need to slim down.. I think I've just gained another 2 kg or so!&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard for something I've been doing for so long.. but I've got totally zero motivations.&lt;br /&gt;I keep having the strong urge to eat carbohydrate stuffs which are extremely sinful.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest no-no to slim down fast. But it's seriously hard to resist the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stuffed myself too much, I'll feel so guilty that I have to throw them up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know that's not healthy. So I will stop doing that if it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't/won't have bulimia. Though I know I don't, I hope I will not get it.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back on strict diet.. Boohooooooooo :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby &amp;amp; I started to plan on my birthday even though it's kinda early now.&lt;br /&gt;It's sucha headache to look for a venue suitable for the theme I want.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite a theme but I want it to be a wasted night. Lol. Games, drinks &amp;amp; sleeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a poolside party but the event manager quoted me a ridiculous price.&lt;br /&gt;2k minimum spending on food &amp;amp; drinks for 3 hours inclusive of their infinity pool &amp;amp; area.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a good deal for like 30 pax guests? I only have probably about 10.&lt;br /&gt;Only my loved ones &amp;amp; their loved ones are invited. I like it loving, warm &amp;amp; drunk. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I gonna order 10 liquors with food &amp;amp; finishing them in 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess all of my guests are gonna lie on our vomits while soaking in the pool wasted.&lt;br /&gt;The image really scares me so I guess I'd have to drop the idea somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New venues to look for. Nsrcc are fully booked! but somehow, I hate chalets.&lt;br /&gt;Their bed sucks &amp;amp; I've the weird habit of recognizing beds &amp;amp; area.&lt;br /&gt;When I don't feel comfortable once I'm inside, good luck. I'll be up all night while others sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Probably hotels are better? But are we even allowed to party in it? Hmmm.......&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/27045264-8585094285794494314?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8585094285794494314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8585094285794494314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8585094285794494314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8585094285794494314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/lovelies-headed-to-zouk-with-my-bunch.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/5751460429_64f1faaa7e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8840426001364158897</id><published>2011-05-20T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:55:31.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="576" alt="225098_10150174654334751_668944750_6932056_7832682_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/5738629565_fc451f4f39_z.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to not love you when every single thing you do just build it more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you're seriously irresistable. Just everytime when I'm unhappy, you'd make it the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;You'd always have your way to put back the smile on my face. Every single time.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like you'd sacrisfy every single thing just to see me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never be able to imagine the days without you to make me laugh all the time.&lt;br /&gt;How much my feelings meant you, how contagious your feelings are to me.&lt;br /&gt;How can you do your best to make me smile every single time without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most pestering person I've ever met, if I never smile, you'd never give up.. don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyhow, I'd always be there loving you with all my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd always not smile to let you make me smile, and my smiles are just for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-8840426001364158897?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8840426001364158897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8840426001364158897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8840426001364158897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8840426001364158897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-for-you-how-am-i-supposed-to-not.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/5738629565_fc451f4f39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-5799833897957836246</id><published>2011-05-19T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:29:52.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sweet morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="401" alt="message from baby" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5148/5736069368_24d77b2ec3_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up &amp;amp; saw this message left by baby on my google page.&lt;br /&gt;Awwww... How sweet &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brightens up my day so much everytime I receive sweet messages from him.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of how loved I am by the best husband in the world.&lt;br /&gt;How much I need him in my life to carry on &amp;amp; face every obstacle in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells me everytime that I'm never alone.. because I have him &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love you baby, thanks for loving me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-5799833897957836246?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5799833897957836246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=5799833897957836246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5799833897957836246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5799833897957836246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweet-morning-woke-up-saw-this-message.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5148/5736069368_24d77b2ec3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-358307378222434408</id><published>2011-05-18T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T18:08:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0573" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2653/5733271018_4270152822_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the cutest baby in the whole world in my daddy &amp;amp; mommy's eye. What about you? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little girl is popping out 4 tooth at once. 2 molars!&lt;br /&gt;I can see how difficult it is for her, she's feeling uncomfortable all day for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;She's been cranky &amp;amp; fidgety even when asleep. She couldn't even sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl's still down with runny nose cos every night, she never fails to roll under the strong aircon.&lt;br /&gt;Baby never shifts her back, he always tell me she's feeling warm. Lolol. Silly dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Now the poor girl's having blocked nose &amp;amp; she hugged me tighly while crying to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so sorry for her but I couldn't do anything but make sure she's warm all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that she's feeling all better today &amp;amp; can even play with me all day! So energetic!&lt;br /&gt;Love the way she smiles when I ask her to smile for me. Shutting her eyes &amp;amp; giving out a wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;I always laugh at her I tell her to smile, and she gives me that kinda smile. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seriously flies &amp;amp; she's 16 months old already. Miss it when she's still kicking in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;In another 3-4 months I'll be deciding how to celebrate her 2nd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little too fast to plan but well, I spent about 4 months planning her 1st yet still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;Everything got cocked up last minute &amp;amp; we've to do last minute sourcing and purchasing.&lt;br /&gt;It's really terrible to not get things done early. Seriously hate doing things in the last hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to prevent things happening like her 1st birthday, I'll plan it nicely this time round.&lt;br /&gt;Probably something more simple though, will give her a better one on her 3rd when she can enjoy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest baby girl, I want to remind you every single day that I love you so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me &amp;amp; means every single thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'd grow up to be a happy &amp;amp; cheery girl. Not like me, like your daddy :)&lt;br /&gt;You've got every single thing from him &amp;amp; I hope you'd inherit his cheerful character too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though daddy always tells me I'd be the one to teach &amp;amp; he'd be the one to punish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, I don't think you should believe him in this. Cos he never does punishes you.&lt;br /&gt;He punishes you by giving you candies &amp;amp; treats, pampering you like a little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mommy hope you'd not become a spoilt girl like how I am after being spoilt badly by him.&lt;br /&gt;I'd want you to become the most wonderful girl in the world. Just like how you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, no matter what, no matter when.. we'd always be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;Giving you endless comforts &amp;amp; eternal love. Cos true love never fades. Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&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/27045264-358307378222434408?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/358307378222434408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=358307378222434408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/358307378222434408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/358307378222434408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-baby-im-cutest-baby-in-whole-world.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2653/5733271018_4270152822_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2414869415210811025</id><published>2011-05-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:09:12.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;May babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A brief update on Wendy &amp;amp; Nuan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Their birthdays are just few days apart &amp;amp; I had 2 celebrations with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both an enjoyable celebration although there were some disputes.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite disappointing &amp;amp; I still cannot figure out why and somehow can't digest it.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's all over &amp;amp; I've made my final decision. That's to withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;If my existance somehow caused people to get unhappy, I'd gladly delete myself away =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl's my favourite girl. So I wouldn't like to see any of them being unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can say is, I treasured every single one of them &amp;amp; I still will. That's enough, isn't it? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a lighter note, let's go back to the celebration post!&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's first cos I need blogger to let me copy the photos back &amp;amp; send it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Flickr doesn't allow me to copy the photos as every picture's protected as copyrighted. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically taking pictures whenever I could so there isn't much pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I photogenic so it doesn't matter if I'm in it or not. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0615" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/5721929420_c3d155dce9_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not daring enough to have this bohemia hairstyle out of my house. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 14th May, the day just after black friday which was my worst day ever. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to east coast right after baby knocks off =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0622" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2301/5721322417_0ceb269439_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0630" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/5721520718_234986f034_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0627" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/5720961197_e353c68e65_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0637" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/5721866052_1f95e28459_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0634" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/5721521042_37b1d13f15_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0641" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/5720962241_552b8b731e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0643" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2704/5720962337_d888a6a78e_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0650" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2050/5721522110_30b927160e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0661" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2655/5721523188_771d526c8e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0656" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/5720963491_71b6c7e66e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0658" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2417/5721523070_0f2b380fbc_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0679" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3466/5721525110_79abc62feb_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0671" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/5720964815_d8474aef95_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0678" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/5721525018_25649d2a30_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0677" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/5720965611_b2ff682d12_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the part where the other girls hid her birthday gift into the rubbish chute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0688" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2480/5721526680_caf8590570_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0692" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/5721527946_e21d3a8eaf_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0689" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/5721527106_b861b5a53f_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0700" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/5721529640_b8d1d1e48f_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0701" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/5720970689_87a5d80713_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with her gift. Something she wanted ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0703" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/5721230377_54b0cd2fa2_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0706" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/5721780868_6b15a57e30_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0712" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/5721731610_7d04c7b6b1_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0725" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/5721665480_dcd7c713b0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0720" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3500/5721120145_83324f95a5_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0711" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/5721723894_838d8798d5_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0732" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/5721618592_846fb1e6f2_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whoring. I was so surprised that they're able to take self-shots with my dslr!&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many freaking times without a tripod and it never succeeds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0702" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/5721269745_e5172735ec_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, baby forced me into this position for this shot.&lt;br /&gt;Cos apparently he volunteered to a shot in the same position previously &amp;amp; turns out not to his liking.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to delete it away but I refused so he suggested I should have the same shot too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0735" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/5721593572_99e35480ff_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker games with Marilyn &amp;amp; Ym while baby's downstairs mahjong-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0738" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/5721555696_7dacac6397_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0740" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2088/5721549592_d5966056d6_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday song time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0736" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/5721023241_de7c6cefb8_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the birthday girl with her birthday cake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was probably after the cake cutting then I realized there were unhappy guests.&lt;br /&gt;I might be too insensitive to feel it so late or probably it was right on that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure. Am I really such an insensitive freak or something? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cos I'm sure I was just being myself the whole day until when hyperventilation caught me.&lt;br /&gt;Which was probably in the late afternoon where so much bbq smoke got trapped in my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;I was really lucky to have my inhaler with me but I remember I just went upstairs alone to rest.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a mood ruiner seriously. But well, I got better in like half an hour :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it for Wendy's birthday &amp;amp; let's carry on to the next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th May, Nuan held her birthday over at Mbs &amp;amp; Arena aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;I did not bring my camera out as we'll be heading to club so pictures are all credited to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="226575_10150239393003343_713788342_8952567_1221989_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/5722482001_7d8936ac34_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture with the birthday girl. Gawd, my face looked so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="nuan" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5087/5723039200_f66ae82223_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="224664_10150239394128343_713788342_8952587_4139249_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/5722484619_0587cc69ef_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="229377_10150239394343343_713788342_8952592_4380154_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5723039450_8aed9dc5a9_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present from Seng. He baked it for her himself! Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="229357_10150239394763343_713788342_8952605_1651561_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5308/5723039534_6d245eed08_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="230795_10150239395478343_713788342_8952623_2564473_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/5722484969_50578b1771_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="226382_10150239395593343_713788342_8952625_3943079_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5722484899_2bf0083452_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for our gift! Happy with it as well ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="224369_10150239397283343_713788342_8952663_8097478_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5310/5723039790_e68976c4a1_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="skypark" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3552/5722486205_c52a70b12d_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessed to the skypark on the 57th floor.&lt;br /&gt;God, the view was exasperating. If it wasn't because of the heat, I'd really want to stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="arena" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/5723042600_9b39f0ed43_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Arena after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, you cannot imagine how painful my leg was wearing that shoe.&lt;br /&gt;I had to bear with it and still acted as though it doesn't even pinch.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna look glamourous? That's the fucking price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I felt like killing myself for every step I walked forward =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby went over to the nearby drugstore to get me some plasters.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I felt slightly disappointed when every girls went back in without me.&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 person stayed behind cos he told me he couldn't possibly leave me sitting outside alone.&lt;br /&gt;So he accompanied me throughout till baby returned with the plasters. How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't take it to heart either. Perhaps everyone was having too much fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="226846_10150239403363343_713788342_8952768_6048856_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5218/5722486355_31ab5747a8_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="231028_10150239459508343_713788342_8952849_6575054_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5722488193_4725dd9e0e_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="222699_10150239465493343_713788342_8952923_5072455_n" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3507/5722488403_8bf3f5307c_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="225337_10150239459668343_713788342_8952850_7659879_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5070/5723043050_34642da911_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="230419_10150239457698343_713788342_8952824_1723915_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/5723042778_fbdbbbb33f_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl cutting up her cake ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a group photo taken that day to end this post =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="226325_10150239461203343_713788342_8952873_2018360_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/5723043116_15d153fbf8_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me, I really don't know why is the picture so blur. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday again to the dear girls!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a great friend &amp;amp; hope you'd stay as pretty as ever! Hugs &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-2414869415210811025?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2414869415210811025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2414869415210811025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2414869415210811025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2414869415210811025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-babies-brief-update-on-wendy-nuans.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/5721929420_c3d155dce9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7871886209187667246</id><published>2011-05-15T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T03:06:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I realize I always get misunderstood for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;When I don't say anything, people misunderstands me.. when I speak, they do too.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it doesn't matter alot to me cos for now, only my family meant everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it feels so irritating when people speak nasty words to you for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;They just don't understand &amp;amp; can never put themselves into another's shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I too realize I'm too old for such meaningless games.&lt;br /&gt;I've a daughter that I need to love &amp;amp; care for, and the best husband in the world to love &amp;amp; care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else pulls me down except them. Because nothing else meant much more than them.&lt;br /&gt;I know if people are real to me, they would never be biased. They'd never assume.&lt;br /&gt;Cos friends are supposed to be forever. If you're not meant to be, there's no point holding on either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't hate you even if you did something wrong. They'd correct you &amp;amp; support you till the end.&lt;br /&gt;They'd never give up on you despite how bad or how you're not supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Because it then defeats the purpose of being friends isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're not meant to be, every flaws of you becomes a reason to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point of holding on &amp;amp; pretending you're one of the great friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had any favourite friends. Because to me, everyone is equal.&lt;br /&gt;Every single human have it's flaws, I don't compare. Every human makes mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that if you don't treat people equally, they'd do the same as well.&lt;br /&gt;Why compare when you yourself will have your own flaws &amp;amp; mistakes as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a self-centered person, then I'm sorry.. you're probably not the kind of friend that I would want.&lt;br /&gt;Or I should say you might not be able to accept me into your life and being labelled as friends.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's what I meant by being biased &amp;amp; not accepting what the fact is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fact, the fact is you never accept nobody's in the wrong &amp;amp; always pin-pointing.&lt;br /&gt;Pin-pointing would always be the same person you're biased with.&lt;br /&gt;You'd have a favourite friend list &amp;amp; probably an unfavourable friend list or not-so-favourable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every single small matter would just become as huge as you-killed-my-whole-family problem.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to exaggerate, but that's probably how I felt for people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a kind of friend that I think I do not have to share your happiest times with you.&lt;br /&gt;But when you're down, just give me a call. I'll definitely be right over for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can reject you 100 times for partying or gatherings. But I would not even reject a single call when you're in need of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, you can enjoy to your fullest even without my existence..&lt;br /&gt;But when you're in need of a pair of listening ears, you can be assured someone will definitely be there.&lt;br /&gt;It might be because I've had thousands of partying friends, but none would lend me their ears.&lt;br /&gt;Until I found my husband, that's when I know how important that one person could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yearned for a pair of listening ears &amp;amp; a heart that will truly understand how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;But throughout the 19 years of my life, I probably only have 1.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my dearest best friend was my soulmate &amp;amp; my husband. I know I can count on him.&lt;br /&gt;So I understand how depressed one could feel without that someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know clearly that I don't have to go till the extend that I need to do everything to gain a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Because it seriously defeats the purpose of a friend when you're just pretending to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need friends that would understand me &amp;amp; accepting me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Not those that needs me to be what they want me to be because I do not have to please you.&lt;br /&gt;I am born this way, I am myself. If you can't accept me, you can just delete me away.&lt;br /&gt;It just shows how fragile our friendship was right from the beginning of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to assure you, I've never been biased &amp;amp; I've treasured every single of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;None of you are different to me.. until the day you gave up on me, would be the day I do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pin-pointing anyone here. It's just what I realized right after today :)&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/27045264-7871886209187667246?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7871886209187667246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7871886209187667246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7871886209187667246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7871886209187667246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/realized-i-realize-i-always-get.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-4787236396547736328</id><published>2011-05-14T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:59:15.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="230867_10150237009531703_760126702_8631732_6900421_n" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2635/5715518190_f3de4e95f2_z.jpg" width="477" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear baby, thanks for always being there for me..&lt;br /&gt;It's like when the whole world abandoned me, you'd still be there protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful that I have you in my life. You're the best thing I ever received.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I'll put all my heart on loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how you love me wholeheartedly, how you pamper me like a little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that made me realize how deep a person's love can go.&lt;br /&gt;How much one can give for the other without expecting to take.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, how much you can love me &amp;amp; give me what the whole world can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me &amp;amp; understanding me.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I did to deserve your love, but I'd still hold on to you till the day you give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;Which I probably know you wouldn't. Hehe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much &amp;amp; again, thank you baby.. for every single thing you've done.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for holding on to me when the whole world has given up.&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/27045264-4787236396547736328?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4787236396547736328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=4787236396547736328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4787236396547736328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4787236396547736328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/thanks-dear-baby-thanks-for-always.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2635/5715518190_f3de4e95f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7568543838480353083</id><published>2011-05-04T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:40:42.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Special &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even when the whole world falls apart, I know you'd still be here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, there're many people that dislikes you, critisizes you.. But that's what I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;Because even if the whole world misunderstands you, I know I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I would know every reason behind every actions you do, every word you say.&lt;br /&gt;You never like to explain, but even if you don't, I'd know every reason behind every why.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I feel you belong to me &amp;amp; only mine. The unique guy which only I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I could read you like a book, but I can read your every second look.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to hear your voice, because your heart speaks to me for you.&lt;br /&gt;Even when the whole world gives up on you, boy, you know I would never do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're every reason behind why I'm still here, why I'm smiling everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Because when I'm in the darkest point of my life, only you're here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my smile, you drew another one back..&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world gave up on me, you told me hey, I'm still here beside you.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone hated me to the core, you spoke out every reasons of what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you know how to stop my tears when I couldn't stop crying..&lt;br /&gt;Only you would give me a hug when the insecureness are haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;Only you would wipe away my tears &amp;amp; tell me not to worry, because you'd be here for me.&lt;br /&gt;Only you, would give me a peck on my cheeks &amp;amp; tell me everything's gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held my hands &amp;amp; walked me through every single difficulties I faced.&lt;br /&gt;The only one that didn't let go of my hands &amp;amp; tell me I should be independant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you wanted me to be dependant on you, &amp;amp; told me you wanna spoil me for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Because you know that's what I wished for.. and you'd gladly be the one to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for understanding me in &amp;amp; out. Holding me &amp;amp; assuring me you wouldn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind even when you're always the one giving &amp;amp; I'm the one taking.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I'm holding on to.. and the only thing that I'll never give up on.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll treasure for life &amp;amp; would never lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby, for everything you've done.. I love you &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-7568543838480353083?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7568543838480353083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7568543838480353083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7568543838480353083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7568543838480353083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/05/special-y-even-when-whole-world-falls.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-5530856111663284300</id><published>2011-04-26T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:25:03.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ladies Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Met up with my dearest babes last saturday!&lt;br /&gt;We don't call each other sisters anymore because we're much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;The pillar of our lives &amp;amp; definitely love each other deeply ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet at 10pm outside zouk but I was still at Yishun!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Eileen first as she's staying at yishun too.&lt;br /&gt;After I met her, I told her I need to go back home to change my heels!&lt;br /&gt;Cos the previous pair I wore was a size bigger that it'll drop out anytime! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm back &amp;amp; we're reaching highway, I realize I forgot to bring my wallet!! Fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So we U-turned back to my house to get my wallet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The cab fare was already $10 and we're still at Yishun. Fml seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we're there &amp;amp; saw Nuan nuan very kelian sitting alone at the bus stop waiting for us. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marilyn reached after that &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;........ let's zouk baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My poor boy went over to Carribbean alone to drink while waiting for us to finish partying.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!! I was damn guilty I swear! I kept asking if he's ok drinking alone..&lt;br /&gt;But he kept assuring me he's fine &amp;amp; told me to enjoy myself though I know he's not.&lt;br /&gt;Cos an hour before he was complaining how bored he is. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="224106_10150169004078467_702443466_6720970_3503454_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5657369476_810509be7a_z.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="224685_10150169011318467_702443466_6721017_4502622_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5187/5656796179_b9c6298c0f_z.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="215275_10150169012083467_702443466_6721023_435901_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5270/5657369678_d670f9d03c_z.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="215318_10150169013008467_702443466_6721030_1210421_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5150/5656796401_ccb86e5149_z.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently 3 idiots are in this picture. LOLOL!!&lt;br /&gt;In case you wonder, 1 is the one that's trying to pour the martell &amp;amp; vodka at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the other is the one that points a middle finger &amp;amp; the last is the one who captured me without me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;=XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I never had the least intention to go down to the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;But I was dragged down by them. Wtfseriously. I really really cannot dance at all. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;But of course I still did cos I'd look even more stupid standing down there.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, there're damn lots of cockroaches there! If you get what I mean. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I had a great night with the ladies. It was sodamnfuckingsuper fun!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next club session with them next month to finish our bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="478" alt="222774_10150169011603467_702443466_6721019_2959955_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5657369606_c1af81e346_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Wendy never send me the pictures we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are all badly taken because 2 goldfish forgot to bring their digicam.&lt;br /&gt;And I should be feeling super lucky that I didn't bring my dslr! It'd be too heavy to rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, that's about it &amp;amp; ladies, please bring the digicam on the next outing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all of you &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-5530856111663284300?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5530856111663284300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=5530856111663284300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5530856111663284300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5530856111663284300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/ladies-night-met-up-with-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5657369476_810509be7a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3140307968048352912</id><published>2011-04-22T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:40:33.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;KitKat Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0235(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5642446055_13ae6b7659_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been myself lately..&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really tired &amp;amp; I guess we both deserve a break.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll both be having a good break, good time to enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to tomorrow's ladies night out.&lt;br /&gt;It's been years since we all gathered together to drink &amp;amp; bitch around.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's life have been hectic, so much to consider about ourselves &amp;amp; our families.&lt;br /&gt;So much happened &amp;amp; changed in the few years.. still, I'm happy that we're all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have fun &amp;amp; enjoy ourselves to the maximum ladies =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Sure you don't want the hall pass?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/27045264-3140307968048352912?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3140307968048352912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3140307968048352912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3140307968048352912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3140307968048352912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/kitkat-moments-havent-been-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5642446055_13ae6b7659_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2309833934782778542</id><published>2011-04-19T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:20:30.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Phone Deco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here're some more pictures of the phone deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0090(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5633599651_09ee73b056_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="461" alt="IMG_0073(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5023/5634209424_f2b543e006_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="461" alt="IMG_0057(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5633669513_0d0f55087e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="461" alt="IMG_0053(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5633672733_8fa82f7a77_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="461" alt="IMG_0052(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5222/5634289648_2007813f12_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="463" alt="IMG_0050(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5102/5634299254_985286c57a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="461" alt="IMG_0043(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5304/5633737803_9f24e194f1_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices differ. Please email me if you're interested. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:valenchiia@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;valenchiia@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-2309833934782778542?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2309833934782778542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2309833934782778542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2309833934782778542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2309833934782778542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/phone-deco-herere-some-more-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5633599651_09ee73b056_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6413957241557947975</id><published>2011-04-18T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:29:46.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sweets for the sweet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="461" alt="IMG_0048(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5631098793_19c519de29_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for items to decorate your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Email me @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:valenchiia@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;valenchiia@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go all my deco items at cheap prices as I'm not doing phone decos anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Please email me for the prices &amp;amp; more pictures or the original picture. Thanks =)&lt;br /&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/27045264-6413957241557947975?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6413957241557947975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6413957241557947975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6413957241557947975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6413957241557947975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweets-for-sweet-looking-for-items-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5631098793_19c519de29_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7474277580667530907</id><published>2011-04-14T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:04:50.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Knowledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0420(1)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5617703669_ec0eb9543f_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Lousy picture taken by me =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, you'd never know what others are going through.&lt;br /&gt;You can never understand truly what they're thinking or how hard life is for them.&lt;br /&gt;You don't actually understand even though you think you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a different path, different choices &amp;amp; different views.&lt;br /&gt;No one is ever the same, cos everyone's unique..&lt;br /&gt;Some people might have gone through the same thing &amp;amp; know how happy it was or how it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not actually exactly the same.. because the feel is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, never judge, cos no one in this world have the rights to judge you except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you hate, that's always because you're not the other..&lt;br /&gt;You do not understand why they have to go into such stage that others have to hate them.&lt;br /&gt;And the same, you don't understand why other love or like another so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have to go through millions of hardship in life, while one only went through one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, everyone's different, don't put your point of view into another &amp;amp; think you're always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have the rights to choose their own path &amp;amp; what we can do is to wish them their very best.&lt;br /&gt;Lend when they need a helping hand, stay when they need a listening ear..&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for &amp;amp; anyone could be everyone's friend, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I knew suddenly &amp;amp; inspired me to blog. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But well, we're not saints.. there're always things we can't always maintain but we can try to =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this post has got totally nothing to do with anyone. Just what I think life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter post, I captured my dearest girl like finally again.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Notice the ribbon on her head kept changing position? LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was trying out where it's the nicest for the ribbon to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0419" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5222/5597740751_487c3a4676_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0417" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5598321122_cb747a8eb1_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0418" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5023/5597740605_2dac4ba909_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little tam jiak po eating her wangwang.. Been so long since I had it too. Nom nom nom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving her more and more as day goes by. She's just like my little buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyday you can hear her walking around calling mummy.. mummy.&lt;br /&gt;She's super sticky to me. When I disappear from her sight for a while, she'd go mummy-ing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super love to sa jiao.. shou bu liao.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to be on her cutest just to make me laugh. Loves to bite me too. Pain!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she got the super bad habit to not allowing people to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;She'd stand outside &amp;amp; cry &amp;amp; hit the door. How to make her out of this habit? Sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-7474277580667530907?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7474277580667530907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7474277580667530907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7474277580667530907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7474277580667530907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/knowledge-lousy-picture-taken-by-me-p.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5617703669_ec0eb9543f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-4495398204941076334</id><published>2011-04-13T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:27:12.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backdated my previous post to yesterday cos my blog template has some problems.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to fix it &amp;amp; it's been stopping me from posting twice a day for years. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is gonna be my last post to my nemesis. &lt;em&gt;(I guess we sorta gave ourselves this term)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise &amp;amp; take back my words for her unborn babies &amp;amp; her dad's paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;My bad, shouldn't have brought myself to this level that I've to pull people into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;It's none of their business &amp;amp; too, the same. My girl's innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Reason I got so worked up &amp;amp; posted bout them is cos I think my girl's really innocent.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I don't think she should be pulled into our feuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason we're still debating is cos of not willing to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I realize it's really wasting life for doing such things. There's no purpose at all.&lt;br /&gt;That's also the reason why I'm putting this into an end.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather spend the time cuddling with my baby instead. She's been wanting my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future, no matter what karma we get back for our wrongdoings, have no concerns of others.&lt;br /&gt;Though I never believe in karma because the bad always gets the best.&lt;br /&gt;But even if any of us do, it doesn't concern anyone. Including our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;So I think there's no need to curse every single of our own families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you truly love them, you'll know how it hurts when they got involved for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;There's also no point pin-pointing people when you yourself did the same old thing.&lt;br /&gt;They won't take your criticism, cos you did it yourself too. It again defeats the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's totally no point going on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jenny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've decided to forgo every single debt others owed us. Including yours.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to return us anymore. But still, we wish you'd get a job to give xuan a better life.&lt;br /&gt;Reason why we wanna let go is cos we think it's really pointless to do so.&lt;br /&gt;But still, we hope you'd give your best to xuan &amp;amp; I sincerely wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my nemesis, I had a fun time quarrelling with you, really. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Though it sounds weird but those things really spiced up my life a little.&lt;br /&gt;But well, things got a little harsher cos my little girl was involved like suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;So, as to protect her, I'm putting all these nonsense to a full stop.&lt;br /&gt;I take back all my words &amp;amp; wish you and your husband all the best too.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how you did initially, wishing us all the best to our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;So well, same to you &amp;amp; I hope you'd get an adorable baby girl too as you wished for :)&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ending doesn't really means ending, but as long as my girl doesn't get those harsh words,&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be forever the end of these quarrels. Don't wish her to get hurt or something.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's just words, but if you're a parent, you'd know the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/27045264-4495398204941076334?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4495398204941076334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=4495398204941076334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4495398204941076334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4495398204941076334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-i-backdated-my-previous-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-5600298725389147938</id><published>2011-04-12T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:53:37.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In life, there's no way to avoid people's so called "2 headed snake".&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered either. Just find them really irritating &amp;amp; definitely being stupid for listening.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm really naive for still trying to give such people my support in their life.&lt;br /&gt;Opened up &amp;amp; realized they're not worth it at all.. and they sure don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't mind people trying to criticize my life cos I'll just take it as they're jealous of mine.&lt;br /&gt;So losers, just suck it up. Hahaha! Stop being jealous &amp;amp; get a life.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to know the past of what my loved ones did, cos everyone has a past.&lt;br /&gt;Just like someone who murdered her own child for how many times? 4? or 5? Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Poor babies, get a better and much responsible mom in your next life =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, human's pupils are the only thing that remains the same &amp;amp; doesn't grow.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a baby's pupil is the same as adults? So stop criticizing &amp;amp; read up more. Dumb ass!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone or anyone in the whole world have the rights to criticize us, but not you, loser.&lt;br /&gt;Oweing so much &amp;amp; don't wanna pay up still wanna talk so much. Tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;Shameful? Probably not, I doubt you'd feel the shame. It's okay, I'd forgive you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for criticizing my girl &amp;amp; thanks for believing in karma.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you believe so much in karma, I believe you'd definitely get back your criticism twice as much.&lt;br /&gt;So well, good luck on your future baby.. oh, will you still ever have another one? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry to disappoint you. But I NEVER believe in karma.&lt;br /&gt;If you believe, it's gonna befall on you. Well, I don't. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess your dad must've died because of you. Your smelly mouth. Tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling angry? That's what you get for criticizing my girl :)&lt;br /&gt;You'd never get to understand how a parent will do for their child. Maybe your dad took the karma for you.&lt;br /&gt;So save up those words &amp;amp; pray hard you'd ever get a chance to be a parent this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL, people just don't have eyes to see my formspring is there. COCK EYE!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why she claim my daughter is like this, cos ownself cock eye see everyone also cockeye. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know some people went to stalk my boyfriend. Go see if he got fuck other girls. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously the funniest part. You went to see if he really did it ar? Or you're just beside him?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe......... hmmmm........ the girl you claim is you ar? HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even if he really did, that's the past before we got married.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast after we got married, he did not. Why I'm sure? Cos he always returns home straight after work.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm always around with him. Lastly, he don't keep things from me like how he did to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why you 2 didn't work out last time.. LOL. And why he never tells you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry about yourself instead of me. I'm all happy with my life &amp;amp; he sure is too.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it seems like you broke someone's family too. Atleast I didn't =)&lt;br /&gt;And well, your dearie has been fucking tons of girls despite being married too.&lt;br /&gt;How sure can you be he'd never do the same again? Right?&lt;br /&gt;So I think you'd better slim down faster &amp;amp; pray hard you don't get pregnant too.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't think you'd slim down as fast as I do. I'm proud to say I'm 42kg now after giving birth :)&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's okay for you, since you've got his 2 children to pretend as yours ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you got me right. I'm not able to support my daughter financially like you do.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.... cos I'm unable to burn her millions or trillions or zillions of dollars like you could.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure happy. Hahaha! Atleast I get to let her cuddle beside me &amp;amp; give her my love.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, atleast my dearest husband was happy when he knew I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;You poor girl, I remember you said your dearie asked you to abort his child when you had his, right? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh all mommies, does owning a house means you're a good parent? No?&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I don't blame you again. Cos you've never been a parent before.&lt;br /&gt;It's just an empty shell if you don't know how to love your kids. Suck it up, learn more!&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you won't kill your child if you think you're still not ready after giving birth. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My burberry bag's 2nd hand? You mean you bought it for him? Else why're you so sure? Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, are you still using the lv bag you pestered him to buy when you 2 were still &lt;br /&gt;together?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&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/27045264-5600298725389147938?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5600298725389147938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=5600298725389147938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5600298725389147938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5600298725389147938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/entertainment-in-life-theres-no-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-1362812250153658120</id><published>2011-04-08T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:45:52.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0505" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5598320094_93764e8647_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love, it can be expressed in so many ways.. probably even a million.&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to them, they express it like how lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's really so sweet &amp;amp; heart-warming to see how they love each other.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet kisses, the jealousy actions when baby hugs me.. so many more!&lt;br /&gt;How they kissed each other goodbye before any of them leaves the house.&lt;br /&gt;How they cuddle &amp;amp; hug each other unknowingly when asleep, how they kicked &amp;amp; punched each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so nice to see them loving each other more &amp;amp; more each day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Kiseki for dinner few days back. As usual, yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0422" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5266/5597741437_2a9fc1be87_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These were just 1/3 of it. We had so much more than these. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0457" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5598322452_d0d0d109f3_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0469" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5144/5597742347_dc74b453c2_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0488" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5598323884_056008904a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved grand-daughter. Loving ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's really irritating to blog nowadays. But it's the best to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;There's line break problems going on in blogger.. My settings were right for line breaks.&lt;br /&gt;So I've to actually key &amp;lt; br &amp;gt; after every single line. Shift+enter doesn't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I keep having heartburns after every single meal. &lt;br /&gt;It's been so long.. since my 3rd trimester was nearing end, I've never encountered heartburns anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But now, the feeling is back &amp;amp; it's irritating max. Not like I'm pregnant or what. Fml.&lt;br /&gt;I know my post is super random. Brain's functioning speed = majorly lag!&lt;br /&gt;I've been having insufficient sleep these days! God, so much problems happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a fast week for me. Everything seemed to fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, everything's so fast paced. Maybe it's because baby's working morning shift.&lt;br /&gt;The time ALWAYS go so fast when he's working morning shift.&lt;br /&gt;It's already friday &amp;amp; tomorrow will be his last day for the week. Super happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go for a couple date with him tomorrow when he finishes work at 5 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I shall go play my games already. Seriously can't think or look at words now.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me sleep later in the morning. I am so deprived of a good sleep..&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/27045264-1362812250153658120?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1362812250153658120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=1362812250153658120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1362812250153658120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1362812250153658120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/xoxo-love-it-can-be-expressed-in-so.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5598320094_93764e8647_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6821982390122663815</id><published>2011-04-07T06:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T07:30:24.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Best friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0304" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5308/5587515681_f371dd680d_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be meaningless without the 2 of you.&lt;br /&gt;Dearest babies, thanks for being here with me. Thank you for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a popular girl in my whole life. Except the limelight in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You made me felt like I've never been happy before.. feeling like the first time being loved.&lt;br /&gt;It all feels magical, wonderful. You're the one that I'm smiling for now, and always.&lt;br /&gt;You're too the only one that I'll ever cry for. Be it happy, or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believe the true guy doesn't make you cry. Every one does.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're the one, you'd definitely do everything you can to put back the smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;That is what a passerby won't.. because you're not important enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy you did.. and I'm happy you're the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only guy that I'll ever love in this world, the only one worthy of my tears.&lt;br /&gt;The only baby girl I'd ever love for now &amp;amp; always, and I hope you'd be the happiest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write a million words to you, but the million words mean the same.&lt;br /&gt;So I'd just burn the million words down, just to a simple I Love You =)&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/27045264-6821982390122663815?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6821982390122663815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6821982390122663815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6821982390122663815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6821982390122663815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-friends-life-would-be-meaningless.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5308/5587515681_f371dd680d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2677858134297324700</id><published>2011-04-04T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:06:41.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Fruitful Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0223" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5588103536_abf6a5b09c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; Been so long since I wore my solitaire. My proposal ring. Awwww &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wore it cos I can't fit in my wedding band anymore. Super loose! Will drop anytime. Tskk!!&lt;br /&gt;Baby keep asking me to eat more cos he say even my pre-preggy ring also cannot wear.&lt;br /&gt;So I always tell him, good ma! Means I really got lose alot of weight, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a family outing yesterday. Went to the animal farm again.&lt;br /&gt;It was still fun! Had so much laughters! Love this kind of family outing once in a while, to fun places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0249" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5587512001_233b5f7b3b_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0248" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5588103654_1bff08616c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0247" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5588103616_eec7aec06d_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0250" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5095/5587512065_d9d9fecd82_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0251" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5587512111_49e4dec883_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0252" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5587512139_0e84ea85ea_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0253" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5305/5588103904_052c4b9112_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0254" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5588103968_b0f7b24c55_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0256" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5587512253_74cb26c536_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0255" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5587512297_1079aebab8_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0259" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5270/5587512369_2b9bc2e5e7_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0260" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5189/5587512401_31da590900_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0263" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5029/5588104192_c624c25a55_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0265" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5588104230_498a951f12_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0274" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5140/5588104296_e557f3968a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0278" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5587512587_bb67d6e192_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0279" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5091/5587512635_6f28f0bdb2_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0282" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5267/5588104508_c0578523b3_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0283" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5587512855_5564df32df_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0286" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5588104662_0e3670b502_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0289" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5587515297_28e47e15cc_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0297" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5188/5587515513_4da1436b24_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0300" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5137/5588107340_cf6dd4ea31_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0309" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5588107554_724afa313b_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0324" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5190/5587517713_f91230e5c7_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0334" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5027/5588112332_21fea2386d_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0337" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5268/5588112428_1cfd868af9_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0338" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5587520829_c14239921f_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0339" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5267/5588112530_3e2b6127d1_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0345" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5029/5587521069_b07401a16b_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a super hot day! The sun was extremely big.&lt;br /&gt;But despite the sun, we all still had fun &amp;amp; laughters feeding &amp;amp; looking at animals.&lt;br /&gt;When we left, niece said she wanted to see tigers. HAHAHAHA!!! Wanna feed tigers in a farm?&lt;br /&gt;Headed to nex after that as it was really scorching hot!&lt;br /&gt;We all wanted to go nowhere other than to a shopping mall for the cooling aircon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0361" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5301/5587521443_68bed6dddc_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0371" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5587521499_3b5f8cfe67_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0374" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5267/5587521541_4dbcf6ff95_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie was so hyper when we're at isetan's toys section.&lt;br /&gt;She ran &amp;amp; ran, played with every single toy she was interested in. Especially barney.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why but she just loved the barney -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner &amp;amp; we left to meet George, Leonard &amp;amp; Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;My best drinking buddies since 6 years ago. It was always fun &amp;amp; forever filled with laughters.&lt;br /&gt;They never fail to point guns at each other &amp;amp; creating lots &amp;amp; lots of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;So my tummy's never spared from cramping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a relax night &amp;amp; no one was supposed to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;That is why everyone suggested beers instead of liquor. Cos we'd never stop with a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;But as we drink, they'd never fail to get each other drunk.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, almost every one left home high. I was totally drunk! They didn't spare me.&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to drink so much because of the up down game. Zzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0382" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5587521619_702be5b762_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0388" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5146/5588113342_d92cf5bcc9_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0392" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5588113374_c18c97347f_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0397" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5307/5588113418_d18ef15cab_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0410" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5180/5587521795_545986c047_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="IMG_0402" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5588113452_31c14205a7_z.jpg" width="640" /&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/27045264-2677858134297324700?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2677858134297324700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2677858134297324700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2677858134297324700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2677858134297324700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/04/fruitful-sunday-been-so-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5588103536_abf6a5b09c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3498978944872153486</id><published>2011-03-31T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:43:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a Happy Girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0086" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5575635105_df416be9ff_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby, love you most!&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/27045264-3498978944872153486?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3498978944872153486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3498978944872153486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3498978944872153486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3498978944872153486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-happy-girl-thanks-baby-love-you-most.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5575635105_df416be9ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-910596098574952004</id><published>2011-03-26T04:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:53:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wonder if any human being outside is like me.. have the same problem as me.&lt;br /&gt;I always have the weird problem of forgetting to breathe..&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone face this problem too? Or am I the only person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't tend to forget but I will somehow forget it at times.&lt;br /&gt;I will only remember when I start to feel giddy or breathless then I'll remember I should breathe.&lt;br /&gt;It's not cool or what.. it's seriously f.annoying. It'll make me very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget to breathe then start gasping for air and then hyperventilate.&lt;br /&gt;While hyperventilating, I'll start to feel faint then get a slight black out. Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it doesn't always happen, but I realize the frequency is getting much more.&lt;br /&gt;Especially these few days which I seriously do not know why.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it happened while I was trying to sleep. Not once but a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I realize I forgot to breathe again, I'll tell myself "Breathe breathe!!! Dammit!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any ways to cure this "forgetting to breathe syndrome"?&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously super very uber irritating &amp;amp; annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have such problems &amp;amp; any remedies for it, please formspring me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Just forgot to breathe few minutes before I type this post and I'm hyperventilating again -.-&lt;br /&gt;Pleeeeeeease let me know if any of you encounter such problems too. Thanks babes/dudes!*&lt;/em&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/27045264-910596098574952004?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/910596098574952004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=910596098574952004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/910596098574952004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/910596098574952004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/weird-i-wonder-if-any-human-being.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8817990215066289698</id><published>2011-03-23T04:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:56:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Unconditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0076" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5291/5550610691_b503b6df78_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of certainty comes, but once in a lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a temporary madness.&lt;br /&gt;It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.&lt;br /&gt;That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.&lt;br /&gt;Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding, but there's also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who's been standing beside you all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were the one, and I've loved you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;Loved you in every single way, and more each passing day. Believe me..&lt;br /&gt;There will not be me, if I cannot have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like an angel, you know? I never knew life could be like that.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing I followed through in my life. The one thing I didn't give up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby, thanks for being a part of me &amp;amp; guiding me through life.&lt;br /&gt;You're the best thing I've ever had in my whole life.. the only thing I'd never give up.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I'd never stop loving throughout the whole of this lifetime..&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;YY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My dear sweetheart, you're the miracle in our lives. The best gift.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, this family will never be complete. Thanks for being my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;You're great, seriously. And do you know? We'd always be here loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Our precious little girl, thanks for being a part of us :)&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/27045264-8817990215066289698?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8817990215066289698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8817990215066289698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8817990215066289698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8817990215066289698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/unconditional-this-kind-of-certainty.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5291/5550610691_b503b6df78_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2045668902203780520</id><published>2011-03-19T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:16:31.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry, I know it's been sometime since I updated. No time!&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief update on my little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still not eating proper meals but luckily, she finishes her milk.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's only 180ml &amp;amp; only 4 times a day, but better than nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;She loves to watch.... barney with her jiejie. I really wonder why so many kids likes barney.&lt;br /&gt;She'll dance along whenever she hears music. Hyper girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very cheeky as usual, always trying hard to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;She'll do her best to make me laugh to stop me from asking her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Every night when I off the lights, she'll come wriggling beside me (yes, wriggle!), tickle my face,&lt;br /&gt;bite me lightly so I'd scream &amp;amp; she'll roll away laughing loudly -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she wants to eat biscuits, she'll come to me calling "mommy..mommy" sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't want anything, she'll call papa almost every minute &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;When she sees my iphone, she'll call out baby baby... the talking baby app. She LOVES that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we bring her to supermarkets, she'll run to the fruit area, shouts apple, pick one &amp;amp; run away.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll all go chasing over her to snatch the apple back.. and the same thing repeats.&lt;br /&gt;She loves colourful things especially cakes. She will never go if she sees cakes.&lt;br /&gt;She'll say fish whenever she sees them and get super amazed by them swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to drink water, she'll say drink.&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll come squeezing beside me &amp;amp; forcing me to drink from her sippycup.&lt;br /&gt;When I give her tidbits, she'll go around feeding everyone her biscuits including her teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll start laughing at her &amp;amp; she'll go screaming &amp;amp; laughing along -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to lie down &amp;amp; remain silent, un-moved. Yes, to attract our attention.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go over, shake her &amp;amp; ask if she has fainted. Then she'll laugh &amp;amp; roll away again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's upset, she'll go to a corner to cry, or lie on the floor crying to herself.&lt;br /&gt;If it's us that made her cry, she'll reject any of our concerns. Refusing to let us touch her.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, she'll come crying to us wanting us to hug her. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell her hughug, she'll come over to hug me if she's in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;When I tell her kiss me, she'll come over to kiss me (depending on mood too).&lt;br /&gt;When she's going out, she needs to kiss me atleast twice. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very very jealousy. When we carry others, she'll get jealous &amp;amp; want us to carry her too.&lt;br /&gt;If we don't, she'll get very upset &amp;amp; will throw tantrums. Zzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she learns new words ( repeating after what we say), she'll laugh super loudly.&lt;br /&gt;She's able to speak quite alot of words now. Though 2 syllables most.&lt;br /&gt;She can count A to G (not very clear) together with us. Super happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words she's able to say at 14 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, mommy, papa, mama, popo, ah gong, ah ma, ah yi, zeh zeh, hi, hello, thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sorry, baby, please, apple, ball, drink, mam mam (eat), nen nen (milk), pom pom (bathe),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fish, A-G, fei ji (airplane), bird, rabbit, chicken, purple, red, dog, miaomiao (cat), zhu (pig),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bear bear, shoe, egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about what I can think of right now. Will update again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie's gonna sleep &amp;amp; I'm sure she's gonna make me laugh again later. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna enjoy my night with my precious! Tata~!!&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/27045264-2045668902203780520?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2045668902203780520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2045668902203780520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2045668902203780520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2045668902203780520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/princess-when-she-sees-my-iphone-shell.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-4447049997752286861</id><published>2011-03-12T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:25:30.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baby &amp;amp; I decided to let go of the debts others owed us.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since they wanna act like some beggers who only knows how to beg for money, then we shall just let em be.&lt;br /&gt;It's not really a very big amount anyway. So I told baby to just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Just treat it as donating those money to beggers who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder why people wanna make themselves look so pathetic by avoiding their debtor.&lt;br /&gt;If it's not a huge amount, why do this? It's only a 5 months salary for those xmm.&lt;br /&gt;Earning 1k a month working as sales girl at bugis street or something?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. We can just simply earn it back in days.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than like them having to beg &amp;amp; hide away from everything. Right? Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sis &amp;amp; I have been super obsessed with our trading of forex.&lt;br /&gt;Have been earning quite a bit these few days &amp;amp; we're super happy bout it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="forex" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5293/5517461202_e9bf9e3d93_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like super shiok lor!!! But these few days markets are not really stable.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta observe &amp;amp; analyze more before we buy or sell anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that as beginners we're able to see positive signs. Like yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those beggars will forever be oweing us money &amp;amp; we're happy bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese believes that oweing money over a year will make you not being able to see positives right?&lt;br /&gt;So they better don't return us a single cent! So they can owe us years &amp;amp; years.&lt;br /&gt;Forever just continue working hard &amp;amp; spend more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Sorry if I sound mean. But I never knew people can still be sarcastic when they're the one oweing.&lt;br /&gt;We don't owe them a single thing. Yet they're being ungrateful again &amp;amp; again.&lt;br /&gt;Just hopefully "karma" strikes them back. I thought people likes to use karma? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;This post is only to those who have no intention to return us. You'll continue to be the beggar.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!*&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/27045264-4447049997752286861?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4447049997752286861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=4447049997752286861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4447049997752286861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4447049997752286861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/letting-go-baby-i-decided-to-let-go-of.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5293/5517461202_e9bf9e3d93_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-4602197122495531706</id><published>2011-03-11T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:25:05.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Updates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I've not been blogging these days. But I was really too occupied to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Have been going into forex trading these days. Very obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, exciting &amp;amp; most importantly, I'm making money through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my trial account, I've won 2k in just 2 days. (I've got good eyesight? Heheh)&lt;br /&gt;So shared to open a mini account with sis to play &amp;amp; we've been earning abit.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go into the normal account next month. Will be trading every night.&lt;br /&gt;Currently we're targeting at 200 per night meaning 6k per month. ^^&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that difficult, seriously. Probably just need bout 2hrs of our time if the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby suggested that I should just take trading as my occupation besides a SAHM.&lt;br /&gt;I happily told him of course I will take trading seriously as my occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've quite gotten the hand of it, candle charts &amp;amp; rates going up or down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a newbie though so please do not ask me to teach you if you're interested. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Now the only problem is, my iphone's app is giving me problems by notifying me the news late!&lt;br /&gt;News.... they are damn fucking important in trading forex. Can make you die in just a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway, I've been baking in the middle of the night alone previous days.&lt;br /&gt;It kills my time &amp;amp; I'm super interested in baking for my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="gingerbread man" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5054/5517018616_d0c6b02597_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbread man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks super cute that I didn't want to eat it at all. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it's because there's really a ginger smell in gingerbread man. I thought it was just a name.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="189633_10150106733969751_668944750_6464115_5128034_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5300/5517017870_ee5f95ffef_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil's love chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I invented this cake myself. As in I added zillions if chocolate chips in the middle of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;It's filled with chocolate chips &amp;amp; chocolate frosting. So it's triple chocolate including the cake.&lt;br /&gt;I know the frosting isn't covered evenly, because I do not have a long knife.&lt;br /&gt;It's super hard to put on frosting. I thought it was easy like abc -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, passable for a first timer? I tasted it &amp;amp; it was delicious! However, a tad too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Baby &amp;amp; mommy told me it's a little too sweet too. However, my bro-in-law said it was delicious ok.&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh. Damn happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told baby I wanna try baking strawberry shortcake next.&lt;br /&gt;Cos that's the cake I love most since I'm young. Don't you think it's really nice?!!!&lt;br /&gt;So after the chocolate cake at home is gone, this is gonna be the next. Hehe &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-4602197122495531706?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4602197122495531706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=4602197122495531706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4602197122495531706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4602197122495531706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/updates-i-know-ive-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5054/5517018616_d0c6b02597_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-906332120728966820</id><published>2011-03-06T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:31:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Animal Farm Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a good morning today! Baby &amp;amp; I decided to bring sweetheart over to the animal farm!&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to there either. So, I'm super duper excited to go over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="198280_10150104906589751_668944750_6445359_4354278_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5502999916_18dda757d1_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil sweetheart's all excited &amp;amp; extremely happy to go out ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="1" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5502408001_e71519543b_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dada ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always super duper hard to hail a cab on Sundays!&lt;br /&gt;Called cab &amp;amp; it's raining!! Super duper uber spoil sport ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that we've to cancel the trip &amp;amp; head to else where. It'll be so disappointing!&lt;br /&gt;But lucky us, the rain stopped when we're halfway there. Phewww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="190373_10150104906919751_668944750_6445368_1035273_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5216/5502408267_c1f05b071d_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really scary when we first stepped in! I didn't know we'd be interacting with animals directly!&lt;br /&gt;Those enormous ostrich-look-alike-birds are walking all around you! Ducks too!&lt;br /&gt;They're definitely adorable but kind of scary cos I haven't had such experience before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="183585_10150104907104751_668944750_6445372_4608784_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5503000170_0aa43dd7ca_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="188541_10150104907374751_668944750_6445381_7521501_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5255/5503000298_af2f584652_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="189581_10150104909379751_668944750_6445441_8178698_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5137/5502408915_776b82ec55_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told baby to walk nearer to the birds so I can take better pictures, but he refused.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he's afraid sweetheart will go nasty to them &amp;amp; get hurt in the end =(&lt;br /&gt;But I think he's afraid that the birds will peck them. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hid behind baby everytime they walked near me. LOL! Damn scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="184991_10150104909184751_668944750_6445436_7574324_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5502408819_099dc533ae_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="190584_10150104910209751_668944750_6445459_2223730_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5296/5502409021_4114871134_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her "chicken" &amp;amp; she tells me "ji ker". LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="183715_10150104910444751_668944750_6445465_1527920_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5137/5502409281_515628d9a0_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why the chickens are caged yet the ducklings are free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="197067_10150104910809751_668944750_6445474_6035850_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5091/5502409373_c55678e753_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie went to sayang the ducklings! Ain't they so lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we went to see rabbits &amp;amp; guinea pigs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="486" alt="195854_10150104914554751_668944750_6445561_4429520_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5502409759_7d83332e29_b.jpg" width="648" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice those little newborn rabbits beside the big one? Super cuuuute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="486" alt="190429_10150104914089751_668944750_6445551_6562550_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5136/5503001522_34c4a82235_b.jpg" width="648" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's super fascinated &amp;amp; happy seeing little animals! She loves them alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="199255_10150104913344751_668944750_6445525_3857041_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5137/5503001272_2ff12bbf71_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her rabbit &amp;amp; she repeated "raa-beeet" after me!!! I'm super happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="189242_10150104910979751_668944750_6445479_5125025_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5502409129_0938a97c31_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="190482_10150104911374751_668944750_6445488_1920416_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5091/5503001016_33fdf46982_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's super great when the rabbits chew on the carrots you're holding on!!&lt;br /&gt;They look super adorable when you see their bunny tooth &amp;amp; when they're chewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the funny part that happened just now..&lt;br /&gt;Baby bought carrots over for me to feed the animals &amp;amp; sweetie shouted mam mam!&lt;br /&gt;This tam jiak baby wanted to eat the carrots herself instead of giving it to the animals.&lt;br /&gt;I ji tao pengszxszx!!! Baby laughed super loudly &amp;amp; went over to get super rings for her instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="199543_10150104914964751_668944750_6445572_6196892_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5057/5502409865_0ac8e367a5_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl chewing on her biscuits happily while I feed the rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goat &amp;amp; horse next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="188826_10150104907889751_668944750_6445404_3631512_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5213/5502408575_a9ec9380d4_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows what's the animal next to the goat? It looks so unfamiliar to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="189652_10150104908319751_668944750_6445417_427653_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5058/5503000452_b9e209ec1d_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehhhhhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="200642_10150104908854751_668944750_6445428_7451608_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5052/5502408711_e5d9899897_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed the goat quickly cos it's big &amp;amp; I'm afraid it'll bite me.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike those harmless little rabbits that'll nibble on the food slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby fed the goat too. The goat ONLY eat carrots that's big/long!&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fed it with a carrot which is small but thick, it doesn't want to eat!&lt;br /&gt;Baby tried feeding the long ones &amp;amp; it ate again! Then the small one, the goat just sniffed &amp;amp; walked away!&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf?!! Give you eat still want to choose big one! Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Baby says the goat thinks we're super stingy, give such small carrot. Hahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="200171_10150104915114751_668944750_6445574_1591571_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5015/5502409975_d052807125_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="198826_10150104915264751_668944750_6445577_4634373_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5015/5502410059_8f7b0fbe15_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="2" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5294/5502411105_e6c744b293_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one feeding the horse. I didn't dare to, neither did baby.&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's a note beside it saying "Do not touch the horse if you're not feeding it. It'll bite!".&lt;br /&gt;We're afraid it may bite us even when we're feeding. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby took the remaining carrots &amp;amp; give it to the goat instead. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="486" alt="198541_10150104915889751_668944750_6445585_968301_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5502411185_944fd8f046_b.jpg" width="648" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie. Very very fascinated with the horse. See until won't move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="183319_10150104984399751_668944750_6446246_4280068_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5140/5502412255_ec747f1cde_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me "ji-ker" again. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="198861_10150104984104751_668944750_6446245_8150764_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5180/5503003952_336eefc897_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge chicken! Baby says it must be really tasty if he bb-qued it. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="190206_10150104918254751_668944750_6445640_2913708_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5052/5502412007_8c47c949f2_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="189746_10150104918009751_668944750_6445635_6244573_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5015/5503003708_91f30d7dc3_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="188560_10150104983394751_668944750_6446241_1494110_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5503003886_d1e37e715f_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="200011_10150104984894751_668944750_6446248_1354331_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5502412341_c136113b2d_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="188317_10150104917374751_668944750_6445618_3960089_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5503003544_26100a064a_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="199185_10150104917784751_668944750_6445628_2027801_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5052/5502411803_7482356e3b_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="486" alt="183093_10150104916079751_668944750_6445589_8078766_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5502411285_cfc0fd34c4_b.jpg" width="648" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see smaller animals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="199219_10150104916774751_668944750_6445601_6389028_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5503003352_8d6f40aab2_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little parrot greeted us with lots of hellos. Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="200525_10150104916999751_668944750_6445607_1005308_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5260/5502411573_e2bfe0ab3a_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="198581_10150104917169751_668944750_6445612_5807729_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5215/5502411633_ba370fd737_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little birdie tried to squeeze out of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="197575_10150104916409751_668944750_6445594_2049470_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5216/5503003244_5d371446b2_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="198663_10150104916529751_668944750_6445597_6417045_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5502411483_efa79ea7f7_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see the sign "No taking of pictures" until baby tells me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="196550_10150104916254751_668944750_6445592_4167552_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5057/5502411381_3560e7c89e_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of the animal farm trip! Had a great time there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I was really disappointed that we didn't see the black swan.&lt;br /&gt;I googled it &amp;amp; was super anticipating to see it but we didn't get the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;Can't find it's sight at the pond over there. Super disappointed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Jerry's grill &amp;amp; bar for drinks &amp;amp; feed sweetie her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl's being super cheeky all the way &amp;amp; she gave us this look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="189393_10150104900479751_668944750_6445290_1927581_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5292/5502407031_7dff5c6666_b.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute or what? Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home to rest awhile before heading down for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Had pasta mania &amp;amp; sweetie held on to the drinks &amp;amp; don't wanna let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="199681_10150105063329751_668944750_6447157_951175_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5503004246_d3dbd57c2c_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="648" alt="183641_10150105063189751_668944750_6447156_6737400_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5016/5502412393_e871f1ccf0_b.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to poke the straw inside the drink already!!&lt;br /&gt;Super proud of her cos baby only taught her once! Hehehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's another long night tonight &amp;amp; the following few nights.&lt;br /&gt;Baby's working morning shift this week &amp;amp; I've to wake him up later again.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go look for ingredients to cook breakfast for him later =)&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/27045264-906332120728966820?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/906332120728966820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=906332120728966820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/906332120728966820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/906332120728966820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/animal-farm-trip-its-good-morning-today.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5502999916_18dda757d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8967671974994941685</id><published>2011-03-03T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:14:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="mex4" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5252/5493446911_19cacd4ded_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories. They are the only thing that remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;Even when feelings fade, places change &amp;amp; everyone walks away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been really long since I last taken self photo of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Lost the skill of it. Suck at capturing myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to boat quay yesterday to meet up with Jeff &amp;amp; company.&lt;br /&gt;Went for my job interview reccomended by Jeff too. Quite a nice company.&lt;br /&gt;They've got alfresco dining at their office's rooftop!&lt;br /&gt;Boy, do you know how beautiful the scenery was? The beauteous view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to alcool for drinks after my interview.&lt;br /&gt;Baby came over to meet up after his work. Having hangovers today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make an appointment with John to drink his coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Told him yesterday that we went over to his cafe previously but he wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;2 years champion for barista. So must make appointment one !#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't tried his coffee yet but everyone around him told me I should do so. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seriously had alot of fun yesterday after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't had much chance to head out &amp;amp; sweetie cried till so poor thing yesterday when I went out.&lt;br /&gt;She ran over to the door screaming &amp;amp; crying for me! Ke lian.&lt;br /&gt;Keep telling me open open open. Wanting me to open the door &amp;amp; let her come along.&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna bring her out for some family moments with baby this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again soon, gonna go accompany her now!&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/27045264-8967671974994941685?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8967671974994941685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8967671974994941685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8967671974994941685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8967671974994941685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/gathering-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5252/5493446911_19cacd4ded_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-5211272076679202731</id><published>2011-03-01T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:26:02.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;New Loves &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was just a good day yesterday! Home with 2 new loves ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0006" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5178/5488453092_1b9cb68188_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby, thanks mom =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone pronounced dead and left me phoneless for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, gotten the iphone, though not the latest model but I seriously don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a freaky phone to use &amp;amp; I heard iphone 5 is launching soon?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no matter what, I love my new Iphone &amp;amp; LV bag &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooooches to the both of you. Once again, thanks loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely take good care of the both of em &amp;amp; I'm gonna prevent sweetie from taking my phone.&lt;br /&gt;She'll first put beside her ear then when I don't notice, she'll lick the phone!&lt;br /&gt;Gross little monster! But she's too cute for you to give her a good scolding. Heheh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="IMG_0010" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5298/5488453086_893e53b894_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy lil girl, just woken up! Mommy loves you super duper muchzxszx.....&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/27045264-5211272076679202731?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5211272076679202731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=5211272076679202731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5211272076679202731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5211272076679202731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-loves-y-it-was-just-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5178/5488453092_1b9cb68188_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-570707334994287076</id><published>2011-02-27T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:41:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been awhile since I blogged. So I think I should do some updates since I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;It's baby's off day today &amp;amp; he brought sweetie &amp;amp; niece down to the playground.&lt;br /&gt;He does that almost every evening when he's back from work.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I don't really tag along. Don't have the energy to chase them all over. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie's been really cranky these days. Very used to going out every evening.&lt;br /&gt;Still rejecting food. Seriously do not know what can I do to make her eat more =(&lt;br /&gt;Lucky enough, she doesn't reject both milk &amp;amp; solids like how she did few months back.&lt;br /&gt;She spits out food when she doesn't want to eat which I totally don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't drink alot of milk. Only 4 times a day including night feeds.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to stop her night feedings so soon until she accepts solid regularly. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she's like a little monster, she does many funny things just to see us laughing over it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! When we don't laugh, she will not repeat the actions she did.&lt;br /&gt;When we laugh over it, she continues &amp;amp; laugh with us. Cute yeah? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the little joy in the family. Forever forcing us to eat the things she feeds us.&lt;br /&gt;Dance &amp;amp; clap along with the music, repeat what we are teaching her to say.&lt;br /&gt;The only annoying thing is, she's forever calling papa. Every single day!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I ask her to say mummy, she'll go papa-ing non-stop. Even scream out papa loud to me.&lt;br /&gt;That's my girl. Loves her papa so much that must shout &amp;amp; look around the house calling for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime baby finishes work &amp;amp; is reaching home, I'll bring her to the door to wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll start calling papa..papa..papa..... until she sees him. Then she'll smile &amp;amp; stop.&lt;br /&gt;What to do.. I'm the one teaching &amp;amp; scolding while he's the one bringing her to play. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really happy sweetie's a much more smiley &amp;amp; cheerful girl compared when she's younger.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles over little things &amp;amp; boy, her smiles are seriously contagious.&lt;br /&gt;When she laugh, every one near her will definitely laugh along with her. How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I'll tell you I've never ever regretted having her despite my young age.&lt;br /&gt;My life only started after having her by my side. She's seriously irresistable!&lt;br /&gt;Baby's been telling me every night about how adorable his little precious is. Kissing her all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gonna stop blogging! Baby's back &amp;amp; I don't like it when he stares at me when I blog.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna update again soon! Love ya all!&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/27045264-570707334994287076?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/570707334994287076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=570707334994287076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/570707334994287076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/570707334994287076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/updates-its-been-awhile-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-4654481260091425197</id><published>2011-02-24T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:37:54.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Breaking Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've a million things to pour out, but I can't put them in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like going back to the past, 2 &amp;amp; a half years back.&lt;br /&gt;The exact same feeling I'm feeling now. The helplessness, the mental breakdown moment.&lt;br /&gt;The moments where I couldn't think, feeling so drained after everything.&lt;br /&gt;What I need most was someone, lending me a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;I need some emotional release, much more than just sitting there, drinking alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liqour part wasn't much help. It brought me back to my past. When I was much younger.&lt;br /&gt;When there's no worries of everything. Those little happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to continue anymore, it's driving me to the ends.. eyes filling up with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, lucky enough. I still have the exact same person with me.&lt;br /&gt;Letting me cry on &amp;amp; telling me everything's just gonna be fine. He's gonna be here for me.&lt;br /&gt;The one person that knows exactly what I needed most at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I just needed someone to be here, hugging me while letting the tears flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby, for being here for me every time I needed you most.&lt;br /&gt;Your love &amp;amp; care never fail to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me even sure that you're just what I need in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You did much more than a family would. You're just like the only person that'll shower me with love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving so much even when I know I do not deserve this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You!&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/27045264-4654481260091425197?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4654481260091425197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=4654481260091425197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4654481260091425197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4654481260091425197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/breaking-down-ive-million-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7557457431910977774</id><published>2011-02-22T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:00:11.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Long Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's another long night today.. cos I still insisted on waking baby up later.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, blogging keeps me occupied &amp;amp; an hour passes easily with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;So, hopefully I can do a long post for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my tagboard to formspring instead.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I think cbox got attacked by virus. Unknowned link kept appearing.&lt;br /&gt;I got really frustrated after months of deleting them one by one. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realized keyboard warriors are back in action! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;They've got much better title than a party entertainer, cos they're life entertainers.&lt;br /&gt;They keep you entertained for the whole day &amp;amp; make your life not so mundane. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;But well, we still cannot deny the fact that they're more towards a low grade entertainers.&lt;br /&gt;Cos they do not get paid to entertain us unlike how party entertainers do. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No offence if you're a party entertainer, like I said, you guys are great!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know people won't go around explaining to strangers about your life,&lt;br /&gt;but I still have the urge to.. and it's gonna be the last time I'm talking bout this in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;If you're my loyal reader, you'd probably find it boring. Cos I've mentioned a few times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 09, baby brought me to choose our wedding bands.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to get solemnized on near end of 2009 but we brought forward.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to stay with me as much as he could but we were not allowed if not married.&lt;br /&gt;So, he proposed to me &amp;amp; suggested we should get married soon.&lt;br /&gt;He's confident I'm gonna be the 2nd last love to him &amp;amp; we loved each other so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we went to the Registry of Marriage to register for solemnization.&lt;br /&gt;Because I was only 17 then, we've to go through early marriage councelling.&lt;br /&gt;It was subjected to approval even after the councelling. No 100% approvals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning for a baby even before we went to register for marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Tried for 3 whole months but sadly, I was still not conceived.&lt;br /&gt;We love kids, and nothing beats more than having your own little angel right?&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth month, just before the councelling session starts, I got pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I told baby I was pregnant, he got so excited that he rushed back to me!&lt;br /&gt;He was working half way &amp;amp; he ran home just because he was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to leave my job at Tomo because he wanted me to rest at home more.&lt;br /&gt;He took care of all my expenses, my health, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I needed or anything that I want, I just need to speak &amp;amp; it'll be done by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day after his work at 11pm-12am, he'd boil chinese herb soup for me.&lt;br /&gt;He'd buy supper &amp;amp; snacks for me to go with the soup. Very very caring.&lt;br /&gt;He'd do the laundry for me, change the bedsheet &amp;amp; almost everything before he goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, despite his work from morning to night, he done everything for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was being treated like a queen. I do not even have to lift a single finger when he's here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cannot fall asleep, he'd stay awake with me, patting me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, probably due to hormone changes, I feel very very insecure every night.&lt;br /&gt;He'd just hug me tightly, stroking my head, telling me he's gonna be here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, our counelling ended &amp;amp; we fixed the date at 14 Aug 09 for wedding dinner &amp;amp; solemnization.&lt;br /&gt;I was near end of my 1st trimester then, the insecureness are killing me deeply.&lt;br /&gt;I got more &amp;amp; more demanding, piling up stress in him. I knew that, but I couldn't control.&lt;br /&gt;I was a total different person after I got pregnant &amp;amp; near end of 1st trimester.&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult for me, cos I knew I'm being ridiculously unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;The mood swing were terrible, but he never once did make me feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He resigned his job to accompany me more till after marriage on June.&lt;br /&gt;His salary was about 8k per month back then. But just for me, he gave up his career.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was extremely happy back then. Because I needed him by my side almost every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me everywhere I wanted to go, dined everywhere I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Till after our wedding dinner, he went back to work. With lower salary of course.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always filled with guilt every single time I talked about his career. Because I made him lose his.&lt;br /&gt;Just because of me, I realized he was able to give up every single thing.. just for me.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I could never forgive myself for making him lose his career even though he's building another now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I gave birth, he supported me throughout.&lt;br /&gt;Without him by my side, I seriously don't think I'd make it through the pain &amp;amp; pushings.&lt;br /&gt;Despite being numbed by epidural, the pain was still visible. Almost the same as not numbed.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told me it's because my cervix opened too fast. Within an hour, 3cm-9.5m.&lt;br /&gt;I was being injected with a much concentrated epidural-like thing to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;When sweetheart was coming out, I had a very hard time pushing her out.&lt;br /&gt;Baby kept encouraging me, cos of the numbness, I do not have much energy at all.&lt;br /&gt;If without him by my side, I don't think I'm ever gonna make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sweetheart's out, baby kept smilling &amp;amp; jumping around like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;He was really really happy that his precious little princess was out. Just like I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he could switch his job to have more time for us after a few months.&lt;br /&gt;Cos sweetheart wasn't really sticky to him &amp;amp; I do not wish her 1st year to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;So, I suggested he should work in night life. I know I must be crazy lah. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;But he took up that suggestion &amp;amp; went to work in pub at Liang Seah Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He accompanied us every morning till afternoon &amp;amp; goes to work after that.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much time together until sweetie's 1st year.&lt;br /&gt;Now, he resigned &amp;amp; told me the 1st year is over &amp;amp; quality time should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he needed to work day job to earn more for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed. I too think he should be building his career now.&lt;br /&gt;After being destroyed by me again &amp;amp; again. =P But I promise I won't now.&lt;br /&gt;Still, he made the effort to work morning shift, waking up at 5.30am everyday.&lt;br /&gt;He has to reach his work place by 7am &amp;amp; ends work at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad his manager is super friendly &amp;amp; nice. I met her once &amp;amp; she's really those friendly kind.&lt;br /&gt;Every stranger could become her friend, gossip partner.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish baby will stay there to help her build up the infant company to a bigger ones.&lt;br /&gt;With his experience, I'm almost 100% sure he's able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he's gonna get a pay increament soon although he isn't earning little now.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I wanna have more money to save up for our new house!! Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;His manager allowed him to have Sundays as off day every week.&lt;br /&gt;Their company rules were actually not able to have weekends as off day.&lt;br /&gt;But she understood that he has a family &amp;amp; he needs to accompany us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, hopefully his job goes on smoothly &amp;amp; have high high commissions!! Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I've to say about my family.&lt;br /&gt;I've to say they're my life, the only key to my soul. They mean every single thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Though the both of them can drive me nuts at times, but this is how I love about them.&lt;br /&gt;I do not mind if they're handsome/pretty or not. Because no one chooses how they should be born with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them, it's my choice. Not yours. I do not need you to love them at all.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, even if you want, I do not want you to either. You're just a passer. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;You must accept the fact that you can NOT change my life, even if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;You can't change the fact that they love me very much. No matter how you dislike it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be envious that I'm having a very happy life now.&lt;br /&gt;So you're reading this in anger, cursing &amp;amp; swearing. But that's what you can only do.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, you're not important enough to make a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do, you're just nothing but another passer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop wasting your time being envious of others. Build yours yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear baby, thanks for doing so much just for me &amp;amp; princess.&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are and nothing makes me happier than you &amp;amp; princess do.&lt;br /&gt;Even though quarrelling is inevitable, we both know that. But my love still continues.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here, we'd be much more thankful than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;You're the soul of our little family. Be strong, cos we need you :)&lt;/em&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/27045264-7557457431910977774?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7557457431910977774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7557457431910977774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7557457431910977774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7557457431910977774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-night-its-another-long-night-today.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8529635890746415431</id><published>2011-02-20T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:03:35.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Family Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's baby's off day today which means family day for us ^^&lt;br /&gt;Dressed sweetheart up &amp;amp; off we went to nex! Been awhile since we've been there.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie's super happy &amp;amp; excited! And of course, extremely adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we reach there, an auntie quickly came over &amp;amp; pinched her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;She keep saying sweetie's a walking doll in hokkien &amp;amp; keep saying she's super adorable.&lt;br /&gt;That auntie kept repeating for a while. But of course we're happy &amp;amp; super proud =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continue walking, sweetie attracted alot of attention.&lt;br /&gt;Many passers just couldn't resist but paused to praise her being adorable. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cos of her funny actions + adorable face. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1710_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5059/5461738698_034408603a_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1711_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5056/5461738632_a6cf5e19a7_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1711[02]_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5056/5461738578_3be8c3458b_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1711[03]_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5461135757_c2d9d7435c_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1711[04]_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5461738486_fd18ffcfaa_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1711[06]_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5461135627_6f2ca8c9a5_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1712[01]_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5174/5461135567_be703bbed4_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1718[01]_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5291/5461738338_f31a5d0ce0_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1720_20-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5139/5461135475_1e3ab26404_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to have some desserts &amp;amp; naughty girl pulled out her rubberband &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father &amp;amp; daughter shared a bowl of iced mango sago.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't share with them cos it's slightly too sour for me. Can't take sourish things like the both of em.&lt;br /&gt;The mango puree tastes exactly like phoon huat's unsweetened mango puree.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I used them to make the shotglass desserts for sweetie's birthday previously.&lt;br /&gt;Mine's with mixture of sweet mango jelly while their's pure purees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let sweetie run around after the desserts &amp;amp; she's doing all sorts of funny actions.&lt;br /&gt;Her patterns are much more than badminton lor. Zzzz..........&lt;br /&gt;She danced, waved to others, slanting her head &amp;amp; smile while walking.&lt;br /&gt;Almost every adults stopped to look at her &amp;amp; laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she's very young, every comments people said were she's super cute. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a happy pie everytime we bring her out for a walk or to play.&lt;br /&gt;She can make you laugh your ass out or irritate you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder where does the unlimited energy from kids come from.&lt;br /&gt;They're seriously like an energizer rabbit like baby said. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd... I'm tired but still, can't sleep now :[ Gotta wait till 5.30am before I can hit the pillows.&lt;br /&gt;Baby changed his shift to morning from tomorrow onwards. Just to have more time for us =)&lt;br /&gt;So, since we've used up almost all our energy today, I doubt we can trust the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wake him up manually instead to confirm he's gonna wake up in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is gonna be a super long &amp;amp; super random post.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is because I have plenty of time &amp;amp; I cannot sleep yet. So blogging keeps me awake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I really find myself super fortunate actually.&lt;br /&gt;Having a super adorable princess &amp;amp; a super caring husband. So thankful that I've them.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm much more fortunate than most people. So it's normal that they get jealous right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a smart alec keyboard warrior here in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it only exist on my tagboard &amp;amp; nowhere else. Sigh, keyboard warriors....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they can be kinda interesting! I used to love keyboard warriors looking for me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I think they're damn humourous &amp;amp; really make my day much more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite long since one came to look for me. Till now, I still think they're cute!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cos I'm not a kid anymore, I find them even much cuter.&lt;br /&gt;They make me think of my friends when I'm much younger. Oh well, those days...&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I can't remember the password to this secret society anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, so much childhood days came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Where friends are much more important than anything else, having fun every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Spamming all the tagboard which our friends doesn't like &amp;amp; laughing over it.&lt;br /&gt;Going out all the time, sharing all the food we have. Ahhhhhh... How I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, everyone have to grow up someday..&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I once experienced it &amp;amp; thankful that I've a wonderful family now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cos I'm a cancerian, I'm a much more family person.&lt;br /&gt;I treasure my family alot &amp;amp; I'm thankful I've them by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to have fun but I need to have them by my side every single day.&lt;br /&gt;They're much more important than my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I never bear grudges to anyone because they're not even the least important to me.&lt;br /&gt;They do not even qualify for me to bear grudges on. Like wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;When I start to hate someone, it's always because they meant something to me.&lt;br /&gt;They've a place in my heart that is why I get disappointed &amp;amp; I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;Others are just my entertainers in life &amp;amp; they've done their part as just an entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;So trying to make me angry isn't easy, seriously. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have to thank those entertainers.&lt;br /&gt;Else my life would be kind of mundane with just having a normal happy life.&lt;br /&gt;They spices up my life at time, making me feel that I meant something.&lt;br /&gt;Else they won't even bother to write on my tagboard or blog or talking bout me right?&lt;br /&gt;Heheh, I didn't know I meant so much seriously =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done with my post. Hahaha!! Busy replying messages in fb that it took me an hour to write this.&lt;br /&gt;That's it, shall blog again soon! Have an early night everyone =)&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/27045264-8529635890746415431?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8529635890746415431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8529635890746415431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8529635890746415431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8529635890746415431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-day-y-its-babys-off-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5059/5461738698_034408603a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7533867022662043552</id><published>2011-02-19T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T02:45:18.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Texted the boss that I'm giving this position a pass.&lt;br /&gt;He was kind enough to reply ok, take care though I know they must be cursing &amp;amp; swearing.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. But I'm not gonna lower down my expectation till like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why there's some people telling me it's okay for this kinda job.&lt;br /&gt;To me, I've got much better jobs in the past with higher pay.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't see why I must accept this.. cos I don't think it's okay at all.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if any of you think it's okay for this, maybe I could introduce you to them.&lt;br /&gt;They're in need of people urgently but too bad, I'm not desperate for jobs currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I want a job to freaking kill the bloody time while waiting for baby to finish work.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean I won't take my job seriously or freaking just accept ridiculous jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not to others, but to me, it's like wasting the employer's &amp;amp; my time if I find it unsuitable.&lt;br /&gt;Resigning for like after a few months, wasting their time to teach me the job orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told baby I feel like going into retail lines like him. Cos I think it's not so boring.&lt;br /&gt;Office sucks, unless you've got good colleagues to gossip &amp;amp; chat with.&lt;br /&gt;Just like my previous company. Colleagues are great, not all though. But still, fun!&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the boss doesn't boss around &amp;amp; still meets up for drinks after work.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, baby did not allow me to work on my pregnancy days..&lt;br /&gt;Especially when one of my colleague fetches me to &amp;amp; fro work every single day with... bike.&lt;br /&gt;He's afraid I might fall off &amp;amp; hurt his precious little baby lah. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think it's enough of the caring-for-the-foetus &amp;amp; parentings..&lt;br /&gt;Soon, my little girl will start demanding things from us which she is doing it at times now.&lt;br /&gt;So I think I should quit spamming baby's inbox &amp;amp; should fill up his wallet more. Heheh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, since baby started his day job, little precious misses him like damn much!&lt;br /&gt;So much till it's kinda irritating at times. Zzzzzzzzz.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks around the house calling papa, cries when she can't find him.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she sees my phone, she'll snatch it, put it beside her ear &amp;amp; calls papa.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I tried snatching it back from her, she bit my hand ok! Then continue papa papa -.-&lt;br /&gt;She'll throw the phone aside &amp;amp; lie down, pout then sob. Still calling papa. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;But then... when baby calls, she'll smile &amp;amp; snatch the phone then laugh while hearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHHH!!!!!! Kill me please!! I'm like a transparent mom to her like that. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must miss daddy miss until like that anot?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I start working, she'll miss me till like that or not. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;If baby sees this, he'll be telling me that I'm a jealous little big baby again. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Cos everytime he uses the com, he'll go to my blog, look at sweetie's pictures &amp;amp; tell me how cute she is.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER!!!! I this mom &amp;amp; wife like transparent one lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then he'll be laughing &amp;amp; telling me I super jealousy again !#$%^&amp;amp;*(@)&lt;br /&gt;Yalah yalah.. jealous that you 2 so en ai while I like kena left out. Zzzzzz........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on the happier note, baby's switching his working hours to 7-5pm next week!!&lt;br /&gt;Means he got time for us &amp;amp; sweetie will stop niam-ing papa beside my ears. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's slightly too tiring for him. Cos he have to wake up at 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;So I told him to try out for a week. If really too tiring, then just switch back to his usual time.&lt;br /&gt;If not he's sacrisfying more just for the sake of us. Which I do not want.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want him to tire himself out so much just for the time. It's not worth it comparing to his health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people stop thinking like money drop from sky for us.&lt;br /&gt;Terence work super hard &amp;amp; I don't see why his hard earned money should be with others.&lt;br /&gt;Give what you took. If not I'll be going around borrowing 10mil &amp;amp; don't return liao.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love you baby! Thanks for doing so much just to let us lead a comfortable life.&lt;br /&gt;I promise promise promise I won't shop that much already okay? Heheh :P&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie &amp;amp; I love love love love loooooooooooooove you &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-7533867022662043552?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7533867022662043552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7533867022662043552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7533867022662043552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7533867022662043552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-cos-everytime-he-uses-com-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2348729181455107332</id><published>2011-02-17T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:32:17.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just went for interview just now at YSone again.&lt;br /&gt;This one even more ridiculous okay -.- But they recruited me immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hours are 8.30am - 7pm. I was like wtf seriously. You call this office hours?!!&lt;br /&gt;They say the highest they can give is 1.3k. Like seriously?&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 and a half day a week with sucha pathetic pay!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought it's against the MOM rule. It's like 10.5hrs a day ok!&lt;br /&gt;Plus they told me my jobscope is basically everything including clearing up their place after work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got no medical benefits, no annual leave until a year later.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly want to bang the wall after I walked out of the place, agreed to work on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;Called baby up &amp;amp; he told me I must be crazy to accept the offer.&lt;br /&gt;Now, can someone please tell me how am I supposed to call back &amp;amp; reject them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought as long as I've a job, everything should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize I'm damn fucking stupid! Told mom &amp;amp; she told me they must be insane.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy told me I could've just worked in sales line if I were to accept the working hours.&lt;br /&gt;In sales line, I could even have commissions &amp;amp; my pay would be fucking higher than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally regret for not thinking properly before agreeing to their terms.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky enough, I did not bring my IC &amp;amp; have not signed on the appointment letter.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super relieved that my IC's with baby &amp;amp; it's not with me.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'm gonna get stuck in this shitty company for like don't know how long. Zzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, though it's damn fucking near my house, but the working hours is equivalent to me taking public transport.&lt;br /&gt;I can even freaking sleep inside the train or bus rather than being a slave there ok!&lt;br /&gt;What a stingy company. Wanna save money save until like fuck. Nb..&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/27045264-2348729181455107332?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2348729181455107332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2348729181455107332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2348729181455107332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2348729181455107332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/wtf-just-went-for-interview-just-now-at.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-5049531240291024236</id><published>2011-02-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:16:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;With love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P0106_10-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5174/5451500254_2c0d9d9e6f_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest baby, wish you all the best for your 1st day of work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll do your best &amp;amp; hopefully the boss is unlike others in the past =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby went back to day job &amp;amp; resigned from nightlife ^^&lt;br /&gt;The first time he stepped into night life is also because of me =P&lt;br /&gt;Wanted him to have more time for me &amp;amp; lil sweetheart. It's been a year &amp;amp; I think it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to work hard for our future now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for another interview at yishun today. Just 5 mins away from home.&lt;br /&gt;That's probably the only pro while there're many cons..&lt;br /&gt;It has no difference from my previous company at all. It's 90% similar just that they do different things.&lt;br /&gt;So there's 90% similar things that's gonna happen that's why I'm still considering.&lt;br /&gt;It's 6 days work week which I'm kinda upset cos it's office. Atmost should be 5.5 right? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;And.. the most of all, they cannot meet my expected salary. Sighhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Though it's only 100 dollars difference &amp;amp; I can save alot from transport but.....&lt;br /&gt;My expected salary is for 5 days work week &amp;amp; not 6 days :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I still cannot deny it's damn fucking near my house &amp;amp; I'm ultra happy bout it.&lt;br /&gt;So if I'm recruited, I promised baby I'll try out over there for the sake of extra income.&lt;br /&gt;But he told me if I really find it unsuitable, there's no point staying on.&lt;br /&gt;There's also another reason why he wants me to work. Cos I'll be freaking bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll spam his inbox with zillions of messages. Wahahahahahhaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, hopefully baby won't be back home looking all exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing I dread to see most. It's seriously heart breaking to see him so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll feel super guilty because we're the reason why he's working so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I really should start work soon so I won't be bothered with his tired face.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm gonna have a tired face 10x more than him after not working for 2 years. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm really happy that I finally made up the decision to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I'm gonna be super worried bout sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she's not gonna drift away from us &amp;amp; will quit her bad temper soon.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I will seriously pray hard everyday that she's not gonna have any injuries on her.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the negligence at home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna get to bed soon. If I wanna work, I need to switch back my timing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-5049531240291024236?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5049531240291024236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=5049531240291024236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5049531240291024236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5049531240291024236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/with-love-to-my-dearest-baby-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5174/5451500254_2c0d9d9e6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2698678132907290915</id><published>2011-02-15T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:49:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went for my interview today at Jurong east.&lt;br /&gt;Finally going back to work after 2 years of being "tai-tai" at home.&lt;br /&gt;Super happy about it! Hopefully they'll recruit me! Only 4 days a week, office hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby accompanied me over because he knows I'm a super "Lu Chi".&lt;br /&gt;I never once don't lose my way on somewhere I'm not familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Despite living in Yishun for so many freaking years, I can still lose my way -.-&lt;br /&gt;Baby's even more familiar here than I do. Hais.. What to do lehhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after my interview, we went over to Marina square for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect much cos we've already had an early celebration before that.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at kiseki cos he asked me if I wanted good food or good ambience.&lt;br /&gt;Was craving for japanese food like mad so I told him I wanted it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Olio cafe for our dinner &amp;amp; he ordered the Valentine's set for 2.&lt;br /&gt;Super duper extremely happy!! Another good food for valentines ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="Image002" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/5445740158_2a80d88a7f_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobster bisque.&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how yummy it is. It's just..... very very yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="Image003" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5211/5445139905_69b5f4ba7e_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer. Puff pastry with mushroom &amp;amp; cream.&lt;br /&gt;This!! This is ridiculously yummy. We finished every bit of it!&lt;br /&gt;But it's quite filling, luckily the main dish isn't here that fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="Image005" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5180/5445140001_ca113e9c1b_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's pineapple glazed chicken &amp;amp; soft shell crab.&lt;br /&gt;The soft shell crab is really yummy even for a person like me who doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;The pineapple glazed chicken is normal, a tad spicy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="Image004" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5295/5445139951_1f22df516a_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo~ The best dish among all. Tenderloin mignon.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered medium rare. I really can't express it out but it's the best I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="Image006" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/5445140085_1036c4aa3b_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert. Strawberry mousse cake.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect much for this. Was too full to eat but we still finished.&lt;br /&gt;A little too sweet for me. Don't have a sweet tooth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really really happy after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The service's excellent despite the ridiculous crowd. Most of all, the food's delicious!&lt;br /&gt;Spent so much quality time together with baby before we bury ourselves in work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the way he pampers me &amp;amp; tells me I'm the biggest because it's Valentine's today.&lt;br /&gt;Love the way he hugs &amp;amp; kisses me. The way he tries hard to catch me a gift.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to prize stage &amp;amp; he caught a hello kitty bento box for me. Super pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Told him I don't want any expensive gift cos to me, it doesn't make any much difference.&lt;br /&gt;I just need him by my side, enjoy ourselves to the fullest today.&lt;br /&gt;Because after today, the only thing we're gonna focus on is to work &amp;amp; earn more money..&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of our little valentine ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself so much today. Everything just felt like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear baby, thanks for every single thing you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much &amp;amp; will be loving you forever.&lt;br /&gt;After today, we'll be working hard for our future, giving little princess the best we can give.&lt;br /&gt;Still, our love will stay strong.. we'll always be here for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I love you so much &amp;amp; I know you do too &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-2698678132907290915?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2698678132907290915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2698678132907290915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2698678132907290915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2698678132907290915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-y-went-for-my-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/5445740158_2a80d88a7f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-306744287635776313</id><published>2011-02-12T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:23:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a blessing to see your child smilling at you.&lt;br /&gt;The innocent smile &amp;amp; unlimited happiness.&lt;br /&gt;They love you, because you're here with them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm super hungry now, waiting for baby to buy lunch back ^^&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here to do some short updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go work soon, gotta save up for furnitures &amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna save up for business in future or for rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;I think mainly is also cos I'm extremely bored at home every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Cos sweetheart always plays on her own or with her cousin. I'm too old to join in, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quite happy that I cleared some things out with some people.&lt;br /&gt;Do not wish tongues to wag when it's not like this at all.&lt;br /&gt;But some people are just such a busibody to add on when they don't even know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know full story? Stop accusing people of something. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish to say much more. Gonna have plans right now.&lt;br /&gt;Have so much to do in the future. Plans for sweetheart too. (Love her so much!)&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/27045264-306744287635776313?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/306744287635776313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=306744287635776313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/306744287635776313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/306744287635776313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-blessing-to-see-your-child-smilling.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2903344754713751</id><published>2011-02-09T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:24:03.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you open up your windows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hearing little childrens playing could be one of the saddest thing.&lt;br /&gt;Some magical things are happening outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where you can no longer join in.&lt;br /&gt;Those simple smiles &amp;amp; laughter where you can no longer grab hold of.&lt;br /&gt;The secret society that you forgot the password to it.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, you realize, you've grown..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes, it's really nice to be just a little girl. Even in everyone's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Being a little kid that doesn't have to take every single responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than old peoples, thinking they know every single thing around them when they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel so fortunate of my life. Having simple things going around me.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciative of every small little things going on including every obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kills you just make you stronger.. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel fortunate that I've a little baby that's already 13 months old.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate that even I've a baby, already a mom &amp;amp; I'm still keeping up with my figure.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fortunate that I don't have a husband that abuses drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate that I know my husband will never bring another woman up our place.&lt;br /&gt;Doing unacceptable things on our bed..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super fortunate that I've a husband that lies to me occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;Because that proves he loves me too much to hurt me with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate that when I wanted to give up on our sweetheart once, he pulled me through.&lt;br /&gt;Letting me know he loves our baby &amp;amp; will protect her with all risks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fortunate I held on to them. Because if not for them, I won't be feeling so fortunate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing that happens in my life, I believe it happens for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel fortunate enough when I've my husband &amp;amp; my little sweetheart with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes, you'll feel really happy when you don't try to know something.&lt;br /&gt;When you found out something &amp;amp; when the truth isn't like this.&lt;br /&gt;It only makes you look like a clown in other's eyes &amp;amp; feeling miserable yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I feel really fortunate to be able to be the little girl in hubby's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Pampering me with every thing I want, just like a little girl..&lt;br /&gt;Every marriage needs to have trust in it even if there's lies within it.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to trust &amp;amp; accept every lies within it. Because every single thing happens, you've to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the very fortunate feeling today ^^ Gonna go for movies with baby later&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-2903344754713751?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2903344754713751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2903344754713751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2903344754713751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2903344754713751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-open-up-your-windows-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7566303116794761941</id><published>2011-02-07T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:39:27.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Be thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes, humans always forget who once helped them when they're helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Who once lent them a helping hand when they're in need of one.&lt;br /&gt;But when everything's over, they tend to forget if that someone wasn't there, will things even be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that at least in my life, there's one that understands that &amp;amp; returns what she owes.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to find a person that's grateful someone once helped &amp;amp; know they should return.&lt;br /&gt;Not taking things for granted, else if you're lost again, who'd help you again? Right?&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/27045264-7566303116794761941?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7566303116794761941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7566303116794761941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7566303116794761941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7566303116794761941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-thankful-sometimes-humans-always.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6868903442323944534</id><published>2011-02-06T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:10:23.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gonna flood precious's pictures in this post ^^&lt;br /&gt;Been quite long since I took pictures of her. Cos she always doesn't co-operate with me.&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I wanna capture her, she'd run over to snatch my phone :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1358[01]_05-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5292/5419150788_234b9f1751_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly girl, forever loves playing with tissue papers :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1359[01]_05-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5297/5418547671_e854a8a5d1_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile super wide while doing "gong xi gong xi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1359[02]_05-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5258/5418547635_dab1d63425_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1407_05-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5296/5418547585_5fd8dbfef1_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught her being naughty. Rejecting food again &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1407[03]_05-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5419150624_85937212ba_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always messing up my computer table :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1409_05-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5418547523_0651a7e6b0_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh, daddy give me toy toy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1409[01]_05-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5253/5418547435_fa3277e8c5_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1409[02]_05-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5294/5418547343_ee238267b8_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubuuuuu~ Super happy when the sound comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="P1413[02]_05-02-11_01" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5057/5419150358_861d45e2b1_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="P1414_05-02-11_01" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5418547295_d19c6306a1_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="P1414_05-02-11_02" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5213/5418547269_219882ab81_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this one see got sound anot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to aunt's house yesterday. Lotsa kids around. All about the same age as her.&lt;br /&gt;She's the big sis yesterday though she's the most timid one when adults comes near her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;She's the youngest among all though. But also the most chubby one. Heheheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Keep bullying other kids, all scared of her. No kids wanna play with her lor. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's really popular among adults. Maybe cos she learns things slightly faster?&lt;br /&gt;She started walking since 12months, can call some people since 10-11 months old.&lt;br /&gt;My 1st aunt got shocked when sweetie called her grand-daughter "jiejie" (sister).&lt;br /&gt;Her grand-daughter's 15 months old &amp;amp; just learnt how to walk &amp;amp; doesn't know how to talk yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie knows how to kiss people, do thank kiss, gongxi gongxi &amp;amp; much more.&lt;br /&gt;But she has adult (stranger) anxiety. So she doesn't do it infront of them unless I insist.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I insist also no use. Don't want means don't want. Sighhhhh.. Bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people wanted to play with her but she refused to even let them touch her.&lt;br /&gt;Keep sticking to me like super glue! Bth! She'll strangle me by hugging me too tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to play with the jiejies over there but no one wants to play with her leh.&lt;br /&gt;She too chor lor already lah. The kids all got shocked when she tried to play with them :\&lt;br /&gt;Plus all the mommies so protective there. Haha. All stay damn close to their kids.&lt;br /&gt;This also explains why she keep sticking to me. Cos she don't dare to approach the kids alone.&lt;br /&gt;Keep pulling my hand, pushing my legs to walk over to them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my little princess wanted to bite me when I forced her to eat fish? HAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want but I insisted in putting it inside her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;She got so angry that she bit the fish super hard &amp;amp; tried to bite my hand lor. Zzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she keep pulling baby's leg asking him to save her.&lt;br /&gt;Then I said "Call daddy also no use! Must eat!". So she got angry after I said those words :\&lt;br /&gt;Why my little princess got sucha bad temper ar? Really cannot take it leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, does any mommies know how to let her stop rejecting solid food?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what she eats, she'll spit them out when she doesn't want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;And that happen almost all the time that I get super duper pekcek everytime I feed her &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Got any ideas please let me know. I totally ran out of ideas on this :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy chinese new year all. Gonna go accompany baby now.&lt;br /&gt;Little baby's sleeping super soundly. Gotta go to bed soon too. Mahjong again tomorrow!&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/27045264-6868903442323944534?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6868903442323944534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6868903442323944534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6868903442323944534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6868903442323944534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-gonna-flood-preciouss-pictures-in.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5292/5419150788_234b9f1751_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2971571089954618519</id><published>2011-02-03T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:27:20.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hangover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy chinese new year everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;Visited granny &amp;amp; stayed home with no house visitings today.&lt;br /&gt;Baby promised me that this year, we'll stay out from house visits. Very tiring!&lt;br /&gt;Plus yesterday we(me,baby,sis&amp;amp;bro-inlaw) finished 2 bottles hennessy in less than 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Massive hangover! Luckily mom brought sweetie out for house visits ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at home, baby &amp;amp; I started to cam whore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1800_03-02-11" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/5413047020_85e8fbd1c1_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1801[01]_03-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5413047058_7feb828d89_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1801[02]_03-02-11" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/5413047078_f8bf538e2b_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1802_03-02-11" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/5413047104_dc6caccc18_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1802[01]_03-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5413047128_d2b1366113_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1803_03-02-11" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5413047150_0df32e75e1_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1805_03-02-11" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/5412436785_1e4efa902c_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1805[01]_03-02-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5413047188_8294f05278_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1806[01]_03-02-11" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/5413047228_057cdbc106_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1806_03-02-11" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/5412436835_48154d80da_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day is coming soon. I wonder where he's gonna bring me. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;But even if we stay at home the whole day, I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Because with him by my side, it's enough. He's always pampering me whenever he's around.&lt;br /&gt;Like his little queen. Though most of the time the little princess will come snatching him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie's getting so sticky to him. Always enjoys alot when daddy is playing with her.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he either gives her snacks or bring her downstairs to play.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime baby brings her down to play, when they return, she'll definitely have tidbits on her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cannot take it. Cos sweetie's food intake is getting lesser &amp;amp; lesser.&lt;br /&gt;Always spitting out her food when she doesn't want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I scold her, she'd either pout &amp;amp; cry or try to act cute to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;How to teach sucha cutie pie? Maybe I should really harden my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want her to make this a habit. Bad bad habit &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my little sweetheart just learnt to run &amp;amp; kick a ball.&lt;br /&gt;Not stable though in both, but it's still another milestone :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about princess, suddenly miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;The house's extremely quiet without her. Miss her laughters &amp;amp; cute actions.&lt;br /&gt;Hope mommy will bring her back soon ^^&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/27045264-2971571089954618519?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2971571089954618519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2971571089954618519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2971571089954618519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2971571089954618519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/hangover-down-2-bottles-liquor-with.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/5413047020_85e8fbd1c1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8649508931230729061</id><published>2011-02-01T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:26:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Recent updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been a week since I last blogged. Not really busy &amp;amp; I forgot that I've to blog. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Baby's off till 8th day of chinese new year before he starts work again. That explains why I'm not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been baking quite alot of pineapple tarts together with baby these days.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's extremely yummy &amp;amp; I haven't ate such tasty pineapple tarts in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahaa!! I'm not praising myself but I seriously think it's nice!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should sell them on the next chinese new year. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie's been such a cutie nowadays. I think she's pretty &amp;amp; clever.&lt;br /&gt;She's walking really stable &amp;amp; fast now. But when we hold her hand, she'll still walk like a drunkard.&lt;br /&gt;She walks better &amp;amp; faster when she's walking on her own. Really cute!&lt;br /&gt;She's really capable of trying to be cute. Always slant her head &amp;amp; smile at us. Awwww &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's able to understand &amp;amp; carry out simple instructions. Really happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;When I say no, she knows she cannot do this. When I say keep, she'll keep her toys etc..&lt;br /&gt;When I tell her sit down or stand up, she'll do them as I say.&lt;br /&gt;When I say lie down, sleep, she'll understand too. When I say bite, she'll chew her food.&lt;br /&gt;When I say kiss, she'll open her mouth wide to kiss me :]&lt;br /&gt;*But everything will only be done when she feels like doing it, ahhh toddlers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, she'll throw tantrums when I do not allow her to do something.&lt;br /&gt;When she don't listen, I'll scold or hit her hands. She'll look at me &amp;amp; pout with watery eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Every single time such eyes looks at me, I'll go awwwww... okok, mommy sayang okay?&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs &amp;amp; sayang.. let her finish what she wanted to do &amp;amp; she'll smile*&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's why my little princess has got the I want means I want temper. Sighhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should teach her she shouldn't be like this soon =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, she's still as adorable, always trying her best to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;When we laugh at her action once, she'll do it again &amp;amp; again like how we did when she's young to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I laugh, she'll smile really widely &amp;amp; when I pretend to cry, she really cries with alot of tears!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really dare to pretend to cry infront of her. Because she'll cry really hard upon seeing me cry.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet right? That's why she became the most pampered girl in the house.. so does her temper :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little baby turned to a little toddler. So most of her clothes aren't able to fit her already.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished shopping online for her. 10 new clothes for her, most are dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Since she's able to walk now, dresses should look really cute on her when she walks. Heheh &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't wait for them to reach me to try them on my girl ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think my maid's very slighty better in taking care of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really dare to let her take care of them too much still, especially princess.&lt;br /&gt;Cos my niece will scold the maid if she doesn't like the actions which my girl still don't.&lt;br /&gt;So it's kinda dangerous to let her get in contact with my girl too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though slightly better, she still does things very very extremely slowly like before.&lt;br /&gt;Totally different from the first 2 weeks when she just came to our house.&lt;br /&gt;Sighh.. what to do. Hopefully she'll understand she's working &amp;amp; will work slightly better.&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/27045264-8649508931230729061?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8649508931230729061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8649508931230729061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8649508931230729061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8649508931230729061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/02/recent-updates-its-been-week-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-4687127468090114302</id><published>2011-01-25T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:42:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Heartache; Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My little baby fell from the sofa &amp;amp; hit the edge of the coffee table!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my damn fucking maid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her on the sofa &amp;amp; left her alone there without supervision.&lt;br /&gt;She should have let her walk or play on the floor herself to prevent her from falling hard!&lt;br /&gt;The fall nearly injured her eyes! It was just a few mm to reach the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry that I screamed at her after seeing the bruise &amp;amp; swell on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it really hit her eye? What if it hit her temple or whatever?&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, you should be old enough to know you shouldn't put a 1 year old there herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her bruise I got so heartache that I wanted to cry when we went down to the maid agency.&lt;br /&gt;But it's damn embarrassing to cry outside so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby went down with me to check if the office's still open.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wanted to change the maid away because we asked her not to do some things like all the time but she just doesn't want to listen to us! Pissed.......&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, the maid agency's closed already. It's only like 8.30pm. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back home, mom told me she cried all the way after I scolded her.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel the least bit of guilt for scolding her because I think she deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sis still told me that she actually laughed when sweetie fell.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally like wtf. I believe that she laughed because everytime my niece falls, she'll stand one side &amp;amp; laugh &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm, she's still crying &amp;amp; didn't have her dinner even when baby asked her to.&lt;br /&gt;Discussed &amp;amp; decided to give her another chance. Any more 2nd time, I'll definitely send her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I agreed to give her a 2nd chance, doesn't mean I forgave her.&lt;br /&gt;No, never ever when she made my daughter nearly gone blind. I will never forgive.&lt;br /&gt;For her past 1 year of life &amp;amp; 4 years of my niece's, never once such things happened.&lt;br /&gt;So I still strongly believe it's her fault &amp;amp; negligence for this incident.&lt;br /&gt;Hope she will change &amp;amp; take better care of them though I think I'll take care of sweetie myself most of the time. Once bitten twice shy. Anyone, not my daughter &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/27045264-4687127468090114302?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4687127468090114302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=4687127468090114302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4687127468090114302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4687127468090114302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartache-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6962079951008378418</id><published>2011-01-24T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:50:58.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I believe if I mention things out loud, it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;So......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I really do not wish Nariko to have a brother or sister this or next year.&lt;br /&gt;God, bless me!&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/27045264-6962079951008378418?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6962079951008378418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6962079951008378418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6962079951008378418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6962079951008378418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/please-i-believe-if-i-mention-things.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-1412243400952493829</id><published>2011-01-23T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:25:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Horrible night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" alt="sad_face" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5085/5379326223_247aeaf147_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy horrible night with both my hands &amp;amp; legs itching like mad!&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired after going out with my family &amp;amp; after drinking.&lt;br /&gt;The itchiness started since midnight &amp;amp; I was too tired to do anything but sleep over it.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it did not help &amp;amp; I did not sleep well at all. Tossing &amp;amp; turning all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby woke up at 7am &amp;amp; applied cream for me when I apologise for turning all over.&lt;br /&gt;He told me it's okay &amp;amp; patted my legs to ease the itch instead of scratching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel it's really so sweet to have a caring husband.&lt;br /&gt;Especially whenever he's around, I won't have to lift even a finger.&lt;br /&gt;He practically does every single thing for me so I tend to be so freaky lazy with him around.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, baby &amp;amp; I started to plan for sweetheart's next birthday already.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're so crazy that we went sourcing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I wanted the fine dining feel..&lt;br /&gt;Long table and everyone will sit in a row waiting for food to be served.&lt;br /&gt;Baby wanted a seafood menu &amp;amp; the main lead for food will be crabs.&lt;br /&gt;We even thought of bringing alaska king crab in! But we've gotta see how it goes first :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of snow crab salad or lobster salad..&lt;br /&gt;There'll be lots of side dishes. Baby wanted to try crab mousse.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe fresh oysters too, but we're wondering where to put it with the crushed ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue is the headache ones. Where will we be allowed to do such things? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we've got ample time to plan. Cos it's only the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;But I would do anything to prevent the day to get messed up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her next birthday celebration, I might not invite friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like keeping everything to family &amp;amp; relatives only. Maybe 1 or 2 friends will do.&lt;br /&gt;Those that I know will appreciate what we're doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby commented alot on sweetie's birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;As in he strongly believe gifts/red packets means how much a friend values you.&lt;br /&gt;Cos for my close friends, I will not hesistate to get them expensive gifts.&lt;br /&gt;To me, they're worth more than that, but this is what I can give.&lt;br /&gt;So baby thinks I'm really silly by doing so much &amp;amp; what I got back is heartache to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the next birthday celebration, I know he wouldn't like much if I ask too much friends along.&lt;br /&gt;So yep, the menu's still gonna be good just without some friends along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still thinking if I should do it for her 2nd or 3rd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Because at first I promised baby after this celebration, the next big one would be much longer.&lt;br /&gt;But because I was so disappointed with this one, I seriously need to do another one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed as in not much pictures were taken &amp;amp; I feel really sad. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So gotta discuss with baby first before we decide on which to do :)&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/27045264-1412243400952493829?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1412243400952493829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=1412243400952493829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1412243400952493829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1412243400952493829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/horrible-night-it-was-crazy-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5085/5379326223_247aeaf147_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7147586807895906490</id><published>2011-01-22T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:04:27.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Live, Love, Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes, isn't it really good to know that you've someone there.. waiting for you?&lt;br /&gt;Someone that would be supporting you &amp;amp; giving you lots of courage to walk on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living may or may not be just for yourself..&lt;br /&gt;When you come to think that "Oh, it's MY life.. it's my problem, it's my choice"..&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you start thinking.. No, this isn't right. It's about my loved ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when you do not have enough courage in moving on, facing all the challenges ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;someone.... special.. they just pop up in your life, helped you up &amp;amp; walk you through it.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe there's someone that's already there.. all ready to catch your fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, every single time I thought of giving up, feeling it's tired, that someone would appear.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend.. He would definitely be there, reassuring me that I'm able to hold on to him.&lt;br /&gt;It's really comforting to know that there's just this best friend that's never gonna leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I know he'd always be there supporting &amp;amp; always letting me know he's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably the best thing about getting married I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you get to stick to your best friend every single day, every single night.&lt;br /&gt;You get to get crazy together, smile &amp;amp; laugh together..&lt;br /&gt;The bestest of the best is.. you know you'd definitely have each other when you feel you need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when you've a little sweetheart, the things get all different.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about the 2 of you anymore &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(though it can be at times)&lt;/span&gt;, there's 3 of us!&lt;br /&gt;The little sweetie starts messing up the whole house, start crying &amp;amp; whining..&lt;br /&gt;We have no choice but to split the work &amp;amp; endure every moments together that's gonna drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like a little devil in your house trying to destroy every single peaceful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you start thinking everything's driving you crazy, you start to realize you're starting to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single moment the sweetie learns a new thing, a new face &amp;amp; a new word..&lt;br /&gt;You'd start realizing your best friend will be laughing with you together.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be proud, happy &amp;amp; every single word you can describe.. all together. You'd be extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;You're really glad you've both made through the hard times &amp;amp; enjoying the smiles and laughters now.&lt;br /&gt;You realized your little sweetheart brought both of you closer &amp;amp; loving each other more.&lt;br /&gt;And you start realizing, you're able to give without taking back.&lt;br /&gt;Just something small, maybe a smile from them makes you feel everything's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, this is how humans can be..&lt;br /&gt;We can get really greedy. But on the other hand, we're contented with just a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to realize this ever since my little sweetheart starts her toddler life.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's good &amp;amp; I know I'd definitely have my best friend around to support me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've my precious girl here to put on a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe many thinks I've achieved nothing in my life, I might have a bright future if I weren't like this now..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm proud to say, as long as I have them with me, I've everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'd still have a bright future ahead, with more I've gained, I'd have them going through it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a great friend/a great husband &amp;amp; I've a great daughter..&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful I've them in my life. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(I must have done millions of good deeds in my past life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've gotten the best in my life, thank god, for giving them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear babies, we're gonna go through all the hard times together,&lt;br /&gt;taking all the good things together, loving, caring, smiling &amp;amp; laughing together!&lt;br /&gt;We'd always be together as 1 &amp;amp; we live together as 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the both of you, &amp;amp; I know you 2 do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-7147586807895906490?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7147586807895906490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7147586807895906490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7147586807895906490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7147586807895906490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/live-love-laugh-sometimes-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3678169884355657855</id><published>2011-01-20T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:50:16.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="73" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/469/469671bibepuq3ok.gif" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;To my Best Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can never deny that you love me alot,&lt;br /&gt;because no matter how unreasonable, how hard we quarrel, you'd still give in to me.&lt;br /&gt;Solving every problems together &amp;amp; never bear to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny that I love you alot too.&lt;br /&gt;Because whenever you take more than 10 minutes to coax me, I'd get worried.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to make through the night without you,&lt;br /&gt;hugging me to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I love you more, or you love me more.&lt;br /&gt;It's just always happy to know, we're still loving each other &amp;amp; the love will not stop.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other, because we love each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I wanna tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much &amp;amp; you're my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1020/1020813lxqkhjzahj.gif" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-3678169884355657855?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3678169884355657855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3678169884355657855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3678169884355657855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3678169884355657855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-my-best-friend-you-can-never-deny.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-9075394797063160876</id><published>2011-01-18T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:29:02.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Milestone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My little toddler is able to walk without support at 1 year &amp;amp; 1 week old today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she walked for bout 10 minutes, I suddenly remembered &amp;amp; anxiously asked baby to video it.&lt;br /&gt;So the video is my little princess walking without much energy left.&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a small video to let her see how she started walking when she's older =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExWj-300waw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExWj-300waw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike every other kids which I know &amp;amp; seen them learning to walk,&lt;br /&gt;she walks really slowly while gripping her fists, not knowing where to put her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the kids I see them 1st started walking was running very unstable.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why she's different. I thought she'd be running too but nope, she walks really slow..&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm happy about cos I'm not afraid of her falling down hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddlers walks really cute right? So unstable, just like a drunkard. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really so proud of her being able to walk at just a week after one.&lt;br /&gt;I thought she'd only be walking at probably 16 to 18 months old.&lt;br /&gt;But nope, she done us proud by being able to walk at just 12months &amp;amp; a week old =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not comparing, because every toddler is different. Just proud of her, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear baby, daddy &amp;amp; mommy's so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;We didn't teach you much yet but you learnt most of the things yourself &amp;amp; get it fast!&lt;br /&gt;There's still a long way down the road &amp;amp; I'm glad you're catching up with your life fast.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what's gonna happen, be assured to know we'll always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much &amp;amp; we'll never give you up. You're our life, sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;You're always doing us proud &amp;amp; I know you'll always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much! Keep up all the good work. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to sunset grill &amp;amp; bar with baby &amp;amp; Valiant yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Hunted for like near 1 hour with all the wrong directions given by passerbys -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the place &amp;amp; all ready to try their buffalo wings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1951[01]_17-01-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5004/5366517152_ccb4089a80_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's a super fan of spicy stuffs but sadly, not me.&lt;br /&gt;It destroys your face by having sudden outbreak or huge pimples. Noooooo! Not me.&lt;br /&gt;19 years of my life with less than 5 pimples on my face before. That's how I do it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're 10 levels of spiciness &amp;amp; baby straight away ordered level 6.&lt;br /&gt;Made me so embarrased to order the level 1 ones plus a basket of cheese fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food came &amp;amp; I was so excited to try them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit a mouth of the level 1 buffalo wings &amp;amp; I went.... shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all sour in my mouth!! But the spiciness came in gradually. Still, disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;They actually marinated it inside the tobasco which is extremely sour &amp;amp; the spiciness will not last.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy with it later after knowing I won't be running around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby said the level 6 is nowhere spicier than the level 1 ones. No kick. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't dare to try them lah, so I don't know how spicy it is.&lt;br /&gt;But, the cheese fries sucks ttm. Worse than kfc's. Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not be going back there anymore. Waste of stomach space lor =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valiant didn't eat much. Only one of each wings. So they suggested to eat porridge.&lt;br /&gt;Over to Orchid live seafood for their lobster porridge. Zzzzz.........&lt;br /&gt;I think they're damn siao one. Wanna use lobster porridge to clear their stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="490" alt="P2051_17-01-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5284/5366517094_9dfecda731_b.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to eat so they ordered for 2 pax. The portion came out huge lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried a mouth &amp;amp; I pushed all of it to baby. Even more disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;It is not what I expected it to be &amp;amp; I get very very thirsty after drinking the soup!&lt;br /&gt;But the chef is friendly enough to come out &amp;amp; ask how's the food.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we said it's okay lah. Don't wanna hurt the chef's feelings. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the food is a waste of stomach space =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, baby's screaming at me to eat my lunch now. Like wanna kill me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go have my lunch then bringing sweetheart out later ^^&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/27045264-9075394797063160876?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9075394797063160876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=9075394797063160876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/9075394797063160876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/9075394797063160876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/milestone-my-little-toddler-is-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5004/5366517152_ccb4089a80_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3423007457444779947</id><published>2011-01-16T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:07:11.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Furniture hunt; Drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went ikea to hunt for our furnitures yesterday. Need inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;Decided on our theme. Will be going for retro for our living room. Hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe baby actually agreed to go on old fashioned look with me. To me, it's bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, red &amp;amp; white are the main colours we're gonna have.&lt;br /&gt;Will be having a super retro dressing table that I insisted in the living room. Super pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna look for those retro paintings to hang on the walls. But I can't find.&lt;br /&gt;Searched online super long for the marilyn monroe paintings. Damn, it's really hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;Still can't find them though. Sigh. If any of you knows where to get them please let me know k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our room, we're going for classic french vintage look.&lt;br /&gt;Maroon walls with vintage french decorations. Sounds beautiful right? Heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't wait for them to be all done up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've applied for a 2 room flat. Cos it's just for the 2 of us currently.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna save up more to have a better reno when I'm 21 &amp;amp; buying our house.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie will be staying with mom cos she insisted on riko by her side &amp;amp; we can concentrate on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ikea, went over to krugers for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Baby's friend Louis came over to meet us as well. I got shocked when he reached!&lt;br /&gt;I told baby "Eh b, he's super handsome eh! Freaky pretty boy look!". LOL!&lt;br /&gt;He's even cuter than the previous guy I know. Super duper cute!&lt;br /&gt;I told baby if we have a son next time must look at him more, maybe will turn out as cute as him.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Carribbean aftermath, controlled..&lt;br /&gt;I was way beyond high at that moment I think. Stopped drinking already.&lt;br /&gt;Louis &amp;amp; baby still continued drinking like crazy lor. Zzz... I die die don't wanna drink. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Home &amp;amp; louis went over to neverland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this afternoon, I totally cannot remember what happened at carribbean.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily baby told me nothing much happened there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now, bringing sweetheart out =)&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/27045264-3423007457444779947?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3423007457444779947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3423007457444779947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3423007457444779947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3423007457444779947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/furniture-hunt-drinks-went-ikea-to-hunt.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-224052265606010844</id><published>2011-01-14T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T17:02:55.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you dinner; Aftermath celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Treated Valiant &amp;amp; his wife for a simple dinner to thank them for the major helps.&lt;br /&gt;They helped us really alot! From driving to preparing food to cooking &amp;amp; to accompany me at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that promised to stay overnight with us all flew me aeroplane. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;But I can understand they are tired lah. So I didn't say much either.&lt;br /&gt;But Valiant accompanied me through the night till morning as I could not sleep!&lt;br /&gt;I've the weird problem of recognising my own bed hence I can not sleep on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... he accompanied me for mahjong the whole night till we checked out in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;They even helped us to clear &amp;amp; pack up our stuffs in the morning without 48hours of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called them up &amp;amp; we went over to east coast for our dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="490" alt="P1935_11-01-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5348611206_54182406d2_b.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 dozen of oysters &amp;amp; foie gras with truffle potatoes. The potatoes are superb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="490" alt="P1935[02]_11-01-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5049/5348611244_491b41735c_b.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft shell crab &amp;amp; Sashimi platter - Salmon, tuna &amp;amp; swordfish. The tuna is extremely yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also 1 more black pepper beef as appetizer but we forgot to capture them down!&lt;br /&gt;The black pepper beef doesn't taste good to me. Cos they put sweet sauce as the base.&lt;br /&gt;Baby liked them. But to me, it doesn't taste like black pepper at all. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="490" alt="P1956_11-01-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5085/5348611318_bf79d6ded7_b.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston lobster soup. Very yummy but slightly too creamy.&lt;br /&gt;The one that I liked is the lobster's meat! The body ones, very flavourful.&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 portion of this. But this bowl's lobster looks prettier so we only capture this ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="490" alt="P1952_11-01-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5046/5348000131_e980fd6c0b_b.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Codfish in chinese herbal soup. This is the most delicious dish among all!&lt;br /&gt;The codfish is really fresh &amp;amp; the soup is very very tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other main dish was Kobe"like" beef with truffle potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;That one's great too! Very yummy but doesn't taste like kobe to me lah. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;I realized we forgot to capture down all the beef dishes. Sad lor! Too busy eating already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="490" alt="P2027_11-01-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5123/5348000195_30f9e27965_b.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu. 2 portion of this too. Light dessert.&lt;br /&gt;This is good too. But luckily we only ordered 1 for each couple. Slight heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's so creamy &amp;amp; flavourful. Very nice though, but not too much ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, we walked around &amp;amp; came across a dessert shop selling snowflaked ice.&lt;br /&gt;Went in &amp;amp; eat again! Haha!! They had yam ice &amp;amp; we had lavender ones. Both with strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Very yummy! The yam ones doesn't taste like artificial flavours &amp;amp; our lavender is really fragrant!&lt;br /&gt;Baby loved the lavender ones. He said he never tried something like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the thank-you-dinner or aftermath celebration. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;They really helped alot &amp;amp; kept me occupied as I could not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got shocked when baby explained to them why I cannot sleep outside.&lt;br /&gt;They still ask why I got such a weird disease -_-" It's not a disease lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, million thanks for their help &amp;amp; companion. Really appreciate it!&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/27045264-224052265606010844?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/224052265606010844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=224052265606010844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/224052265606010844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/224052265606010844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-dinner-aftermath-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5348611206_54182406d2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6955606448615737672</id><published>2011-01-13T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:36:18.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nariko's birthday celebration 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baby brought sweetheart to buy groceries up to cook dinner for me ^^&lt;br /&gt;Since I've free time now, will blog about the rest of the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="167920_492360483466_702443466_5963993_2807639_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5281/5351174793_2fcd5b7327_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate fountain. Yummy yummy! Beautiful &amp;amp; delicious ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="cream puff tower" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5085/5351787544_bab9f5213d_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream puff tower. Had a hard time making this. Must thank Caixing(baby's brother) alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="shotglass dessert" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5351175695_acb0f2c9f5_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shot glass desserts. Was really disappointed. Should have taken them out to take the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;It's really really pretty! But for the freshness we left it in the fridge first.&lt;br /&gt;End up not much people know it's inside &amp;amp; there's alot left.&lt;br /&gt;But those who had them all commented they're really tasty. I tasted them too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="prawns" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5130/5351789222_e5292f16a9_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="bbq" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5351786132_aae4823d16_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barbeques! All the food was gone at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;There were 4kg of large prawns! We purposely went to Jurong fishery port to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;They're large, fresh &amp;amp; really yummy! 100 over prawns that were 1st finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're 200 satays, 100 otahs, bamboo clams, chicken wings, chicken drumlets..&lt;br /&gt;hotdogs, crab meats, chicken bak kwa &amp;amp; so much more that I cannot remember!&lt;br /&gt;Cos I did not eat them at all. I only had 2 prawns for the bbq &amp;amp; that's it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so much food, average people(many fly aeroplane), no food wastage at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe afew. Like 3 chicken wings &amp;amp; 1 crab meat that I took to feed a kitty. Cuuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;It was meowing around &amp;amp; baby asked me if I wanted to feed it.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy &amp;amp; I agreed immediately! Cos I felt the kitty's sucha cutie &amp;amp; it's hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong sessions started early for my relatives. All the way till cake cutting session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="168770_488573741143_585636143_5980749_3665082_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5209/5348001521_2c4c38697c_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="167175_488574346143_585636143_5980764_6020063_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5083/5348612652_78756aaf76_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart's birthday cake! It's pretty, delicious &amp;amp; very expensive!&lt;br /&gt;We spent 300 over bucks for this 2kg cake. But.... it's all worth it. Cos it's my princess's birthday ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="162704_488574026143_585636143_5980755_6315064_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5348001345_1eaabf50de_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="164503_488573976143_585636143_5980754_7640253_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5122/5348001587_433feb81d0_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="167302_488573881143_585636143_5980753_2075562_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5348001673_2622716000_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="162815_488574661143_585636143_5980772_5189221_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5348001965_27f112e946_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess was very very happy. The first time she smiled infront of so many people.&lt;br /&gt;Every single one smiled &amp;amp; some laughed when seeing her being so excited over the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, her smile's contagious. She smile, and every will smile with her ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="164846_488574511143_585636143_5980768_3415105_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5348001779_8b0e8264c2_b.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="167324_488574546143_585636143_5980769_5576413_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5206/5348001847_96de468db8_b.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shocked cos caixing suddenly took dry ice with water out &amp;amp; put it behind the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Their special effect which they obviously think it's pretty lah. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="164338_488574476143_585636143_5980767_7862015_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5007/5348612974_86441f66dd_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl smiled very very happily when everyone sang her the birthday song!&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, laughed &amp;amp; clapped all the way till everyone finished singing the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday song part was really awkward! Because nobody wants to start it.&lt;br /&gt;It was until baby's cousin started shouting "Is everyone ready for the birthday song? 1..2..3..."&lt;br /&gt;That's how the song started. Hahahahaha!!! But sweetheart was very very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling all the way with her. Infact, every single person there is!&lt;br /&gt;It's really a very enjoyable day! Million thanks to every single one that attended!&lt;br /&gt;You guys gave me a very memorable day &amp;amp; my girl a happy birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the gifts &amp;amp; ang pows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby told me sweetheart's next birthday celebration will be focused on cold platters.&lt;br /&gt;This birthday was focused on desserts. We spent alot of efforts on them!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really happy that everyone saw our efforts &amp;amp; gave us really positive comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next birthday, we're planning to bring in snow crab legs as the cold platters.&lt;br /&gt;Oysters, scallops &amp;amp; sashimi.. Sounds really yummy! Can't wait for that day to reach ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be blogging about the aftermath celebration we had with valiant &amp;amp; his wife.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 of them helped us really really alot! So stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.s/ I am not going to share where I got my things etc etc.. Say I'm selfish, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;P.p.s/ If any of you are interested in the popcorn &amp;amp; candy floss machine, chocolate &amp;amp; beverage fountain, email me @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:valenchiia@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;valenchiia@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I'm renting them at $20 a day each.&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/27045264-6955606448615737672?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6955606448615737672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6955606448615737672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6955606448615737672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6955606448615737672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/narikos-birthday-celebration-2-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5281/5351174793_2fcd5b7327_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8778748630764026674</id><published>2011-01-12T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:39:25.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nariko's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1811_11-01-11" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5348000041_5e364f4f33_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my dearest princess! You're 1 year old, a big girl now =)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know, no matter what happens on the rest of your lives, mommy &amp;amp; daddy will always be here.&lt;br /&gt;We'll forever be supporting you, giving you all the love &amp;amp; cares in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'd be a good girl, growing up healthily &amp;amp; happily.&lt;br /&gt;Be a cheerful baby okay? We all love your smile! You've a contagious one..&lt;br /&gt;Smile &amp;amp; we're all gonna smile with you! We love you so much &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't get the chance to take down all the photos. I was so busy!&lt;br /&gt;Was preparing last minute food &amp;amp; stuffs, hosting &amp;amp; buying things. Got no time to eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;The guests arrived somehow a little early. Making us going here &amp;amp; there with no time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the pictures are either taken by my sister or eileen. Really thank them for the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="166569_492358403466_702443466_5963971_1484354_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5348613338_958dc18684_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherries for the Ice-cream though it became for the fondue fountain already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="162689_492359333466_702443466_5963981_5694459_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5348002275_7ebbda874f_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="165255_492359148466_702443466_5963980_5942257_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5089/5348002541_89dbe3bc23_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini cheese burger with mini fries ^^ I didn't even get to taste them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="168560_492359703466_702443466_5963984_523254_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5086/5348002407_947b7b39ca_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracker with mayo &amp;amp; quail egg + caviar. Many commented it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist but popped 1 in my mouth &amp;amp; I went Ooooooh~ It's yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="164752_492359518466_702443466_5963983_3541048_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5126/5348002357_b23345c8b3_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracker with cream cheese &amp;amp; prawn + caviar. Didn't get to taste this.&lt;br /&gt;Comments were good but this lost to the egg mayo one. Probably too much cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="165641_492358738466_702443466_5963976_5889948_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5161/5348613382_ddd1ceb191_b.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini pastries. I took them out &amp;amp; in less than 15 minutes, everything was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're still some pictures of the food but my fb is major lagging &amp;amp; I can't load them!&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell all of you what we have instead =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was rather disappointed because not all the items were served. Slip of mind!&lt;br /&gt;But I felt somehow better after all the guests told us we're great! Cos we spent alot of time on these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked bee hoon with prawns &amp;amp; celery, it was very very yummy! I tried a mouth at home.&lt;br /&gt;Bologneise spaghetti, it was great as well. I took a plate &amp;amp; ran upstairs to eat them. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;It was so busy that I did not eat for the whole day! Till evening I cannot take the hunger &amp;amp; yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! I threw all the guests downstairs alone, ran up with baby to finish the spaghetti first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's mini burgers, mini samosa, mini curry puffs..&lt;br /&gt;All these were left only a few when all the guests left. Couldn't dig out more already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot glass desserts, there's chocolate mousse, strawberry mousse &amp;amp; mango pudding.&lt;br /&gt;The comments were great! We knew we'd get positive comments already!&lt;br /&gt;Because the night before when we're doing, we tried &amp;amp; it's really delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;There're even people asking if they could order them from us for their party. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's candy floss machine. The most angry part!&lt;br /&gt;There were many kids &amp;amp; adults that went to play with the machine but they're very greedy!&lt;br /&gt;They put in lots of sugar &amp;amp; causes it to spill out &amp;amp; clot the whole machine!&lt;br /&gt;End of the day, it became very very dirty with lots of sugar that's already harden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate fountain. Everyone thought it was pretty &amp;amp; delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Cream puff tower, almost all gone. I did not even get to eat even 1 of it! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverage fountain was another disappointment. Kids played with them &amp;amp; spill the drinks on floor!&lt;br /&gt;Fruit punch.... Imagine how dirty &amp;amp; sticky it was &amp;amp; it attracted alot of ants. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue the part 2 later or tomorrow. Baby keep asking me to prepare! Going out soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully fb won't get so lag when I return home! So stay tuned ^^&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/27045264-8778748630764026674?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8778748630764026674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8778748630764026674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8778748630764026674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8778748630764026674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/narikos-birthday-happy-birthday-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5348000041_5e364f4f33_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-141332967022369136</id><published>2011-01-06T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:55:43.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sexy lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="163941_485650461143_585636143_5931985_5817607_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5329395396_466993be2a_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized my angel have sexy lips.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy goth baby picture with the help of sesame paste. Hahaha!! Credits to my sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she looks damn cool in the picture, baby thinks she looks gothic. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;The previous picture's like a little sunshine sweetie &amp;amp; this like a cool sexy babe &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will not be blogging after today till her birthday. Mad loads of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Have to make mini burgers &amp;amp; fries, 100 shot glass desserts &amp;amp; cake pop.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go down the factory to buy ice cream &amp;amp; fishery ports for prawns..&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday party is only left with a few more days, packed packed packed schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back after the 11th! Or come down to her party instead ^^&lt;br /&gt;I'm inviting everyone~&lt;br /&gt;It's at Aloha Changi Resorts, Biggin Hills Terraces A &amp;amp; B @ 4pm on 9th January!&lt;br /&gt;See ya if you'd be attending :)&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/27045264-141332967022369136?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/141332967022369136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=141332967022369136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/141332967022369136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/141332967022369136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/sexy-lips-just-realized-my-angel-have.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5329395396_466993be2a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2265296977021149815</id><published>2011-01-05T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:15:24.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cheeky baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="720" alt="166537_484565786143_585636143_5909573_463996_n" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5290/5325723389_dde8d70b3d_b.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nariko's back to her usual smiley baby after she got well.&lt;br /&gt;Always turning back to smile at us with her 4 little teeths. Massive cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been really cheeky. Like yesterday when we're having dinner outside.&lt;br /&gt;She took her spoon &amp;amp; pretend to feed me and herself. Lol. Little copy cat.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to imitate us. Got no molars still want imitate us chew food. She chews them with her gums.&lt;br /&gt;Now, keep wanting to self feed. Gotta slowly start teaching her since she's interested now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She love to feed me her tidbits &amp;amp; always force me to take the toys she give me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to share but forcing others to take it? Hahaha!! Kids ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 4 more days to my naughty girl's birthday party! Super looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Very glad that I didn't order the inflatable playground you see at pasar malams.&lt;br /&gt;It's extremely big &amp;amp; I don't think there're ways for us to blow them up there. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're still many things we've not gotten yet. Have to go get them soon.&lt;br /&gt;Very afraid we're not able to get it all done by this week due to some problems..&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mom. Zzzz.... Forever not understanding at times.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will only be updating when I'm free~&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/27045264-2265296977021149815?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2265296977021149815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2265296977021149815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2265296977021149815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2265296977021149815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/cheeky-baby-narikos-back-to-her-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5290/5325723389_dde8d70b3d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-8974715498183145509</id><published>2011-01-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:00:09.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy new year everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone enjoyed the countdown in this jolly day! It's a new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="468" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/822/822813lv5q20c7m2.gif" width="586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me, I should be upstairs &amp;amp; not in the pub right now.. avoiding the party sprays.&lt;br /&gt;It gets really irritating when they get tangled in your hair. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, baby was asking me why didn't I go join my friends for the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I wasn't invited, then he replied, it's okay, hubby invite you ^^&lt;br /&gt;Super duper sweet! Love him max! *Kiss kiss* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="24" src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/692/692186zjad3k7xja.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really sorry bout those hurting words yesterday. Massive mood swing.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're really hurt by them. I'm sorry okay? Thanks for loving me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it..&lt;br /&gt;In this new year, I'll be loving both my babies even more!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope the both of them would be happy &amp;amp; healthy for this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;Hope baby's career will go on smoothly &amp;amp; succeed in every plans we've made together.&lt;br /&gt;Just hopefully, everything goes well in this brand new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="143" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/854/854460s8ejngoy7s.gif" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to every single person reading my blog! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27045264-8974715498183145509?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8974715498183145509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=8974715498183145509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8974715498183145509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/8974715498183145509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-happy-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2922730587359649022</id><published>2010-12-31T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:20:15.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Last day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="538" alt="new-year-fireworks-hk1" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5089/5306076101_98814daac4_b.jpg" width="717" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of 2010. I'm extremely happy &amp;amp; excited for 12 am to reach!&lt;br /&gt;2010 isn't really a great year but I still managed to survive it through..&lt;br /&gt;The next would be sweetheart's birthday &amp;amp; chinese new year before the bad year goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't think it's gonna be fun tonight but I still hpe this year to go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;Will be celebrating it with baby at pub carribbean. Drinks &amp;amp; drinks all night long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized every year end I would say it's a bad year. I wonder when will be a good one. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2011 will be a better one as I would most probably be working already.&lt;br /&gt;Will entrust my dearest sweetheart to mommy as I work outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie has been really sticky to me as she's sick now. Totally like super glue!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot leave her sight for even a minute. Once I walk away, she'd cry &amp;amp; wave at me to come back.&lt;br /&gt;She keep wanting me to hug her. Then she'll pat my back like how I pat hers. Lol. Massive cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;It's always cute when it's once in a while. But 1 hours need to hug 3 - 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;When sleeping, need me to sing &amp;amp; pat her + her soft toy then can sleep. Every single time.&lt;br /&gt;She'll constantly turn back to see if I'm still beside her. Cannot even get away awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked an egg, boiled a potato &amp;amp; took out a bread for her as breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;She need to crawl &amp;amp; follow me in the kitchen, wait for me to cook finish then crawl out.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie loves eggs alot. She finished the egg in less than 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't want the potato &amp;amp; bread, keep spitting it out.&lt;br /&gt;No choice, sick baby got very poor appetite. Never even eat lunch &amp;amp; dinner. Milk only drank twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding medicine is the worse part! Need to wrestle for very long, keep struggle &amp;amp; struggle.&lt;br /&gt;Crying out loud + spitting out the medicines. Sigh. How leh? Also cannot don't drink :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I caught baby hugging his mistress to sleep :( Jealous max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P0854_30-12-10" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5203/5306124807_de24eec627_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sweetie fell sick, baby's attention are all on sweetie. I jealous okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Just kidding. Find them really cute sleeping together in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;So en ai hor?? Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, baby stayed up all night to look after sweetheart while I slept.&lt;br /&gt;But due to me being sick, I'm still very deprived of sleep. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough sleep + sick + monthly mood swings + cranky girl = Massive horrible mood swing!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so terrible the whole day yet no one helped me from the burdens. Nearly gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeeling abit moody right now. Cos practically everything sucked today. F it.&lt;br /&gt;Mood abit gone now cos called baby alot of times but never answer.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you okay! Lol. You're really a super duper large bird man. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you lah!!&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/27045264-2922730587359649022?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2922730587359649022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2922730587359649022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2922730587359649022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2922730587359649022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day-today-is-last-day-of-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5089/5306076101_98814daac4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6004813827497666092</id><published>2010-12-30T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:28:35.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Best times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Love-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/Love-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forced myself to remember all the good times we had.&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my cheeks as every single memories came &amp;amp; every single goodbye I said.&lt;br /&gt;I want them deep down in my heart, locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I've to succeed. No matter what it takes. I can't remain like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get myself all scarred &amp;amp; suffering the pain alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've to be brave &amp;amp; stop being so dependent on you. It's hard, but I've to try.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to pin hopes &amp;amp; fall straight down again.. and I don't wanna change you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hold on to anyone anymore. I gotta start walking by my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a great friend, my best friend. You never gave up on me once.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, things you don't take it to heart, means the most to me. You neglected this.&lt;br /&gt;You thought I would be okay, but I'm not going to be.. You didn't knew that.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted you as a spouse, but then, I lost my one &amp;amp; only soul mate.. &amp;amp; I'm lost without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone makes mistakes. These are the most beautiful mistakes I've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm all hurt &amp;amp; bruised, I loved every single process we've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think it's time I learn from it. To let go, is the only way to make both of us feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting you go away in person.. it's the possesiveness I have in me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's time you let me go, so I can survive &amp;amp; not fall without you by my side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, and I hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I hope I will not need you anymore, but I'd love you as much as now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that day will arrive soon, to prevent both of us bleeding in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sorry for being an emo bitch. I think I just need to go through this stage to grow &amp;amp; pass the other*&lt;/em&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/27045264-6004813827497666092?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6004813827497666092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6004813827497666092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6004813827497666092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6004813827497666092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/suck-it-tomorrow-will-be-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-9144140456294396572</id><published>2010-12-29T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:19:34.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Insanity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever experienced your mind &amp;amp; heart debating &amp;amp; quarrelling with you?&lt;br /&gt;I always do &amp;amp; you know what? It's seriously fucking irritating.. cos you don't know whose to listen.&lt;br /&gt;3 same voices talking/quarrelling in your mind. Massive noisy &amp;amp; irritating.&lt;br /&gt;It's especially sickening when you know it's only you, yourself &amp;amp; still... You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought I'm crazy. Then thinking again, it might be normal. Does everyone experience that too?&lt;br /&gt;I asked baby &amp;amp; he said he doesn't experience that. His friend asked me to find a psycologist.&lt;br /&gt;Then now, I wonder again.. am I really crazy or something? Cos I experience that since young.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't tell anyone cos I thought it's embarassing to let people know you're talking to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the voices gets so much that I immediately stop thinking of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the night, I hear them scolding hardly &amp;amp; it always sent chills to my spine.&lt;br /&gt;I've these voices since young &amp;amp; when I was 13, my mom got me admitted due to depression.&lt;br /&gt;It's not something I'm proud of but ashamed of. But now, I find them funny instead. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors asked me if I heard voices talking to me &amp;amp; I denied.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm afraid they'll think I'm insane &amp;amp; won't let me discharge soon. Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm someone that cannot express myself verbally. So it's really hard to share what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't really like to share cos I think things will not change after I share.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, when sharing, I've to express out that I've a weak point there &amp;amp; I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I cry everytime I share it to someone I trust.. cos I feel really really terrible &amp;amp; no one knows it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wish my closed ones can read my mind. So they'll understand how hard is it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not anyone else, I feel down easily &amp;amp; I do not know how to express it out.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to speak up, it seems like the hardest thing I could ever do.&lt;br /&gt;My closed ones including my husband doesn't understand this part. I can't express verbally.&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't, they seriously do not know what I'm thinking especially when I'll give out a sad face.&lt;br /&gt;So, they always forces me to speak up &amp;amp; I get really really hurt inside once again.&lt;br /&gt;Cos they never understand how I feel &amp;amp; how it hurts when you can't express yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to speak up how I feel but in the end, they always mistook as something else.&lt;br /&gt;And it's equivelant to I did not say anything at all &amp;amp; everything's still deep inside me.&lt;br /&gt;You can never understand how bad it feels until you experience such problems. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the confession time is over, I go back to bed &amp;amp; the voices start talking again.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I find it so irritating that I wanted to dig them up &amp;amp; put some scotch tape on their lips.&lt;br /&gt;In another way, I loved the voices too.. sometimes maybe, when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;They keep me really entertained by talking to so many people &amp;amp; you feel you ain't alone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely almost everyday, everytime or maybe I am lonely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about what I wanna share &amp;amp; does anyone experience it too?&lt;br /&gt;Just to re-confirm I'm not insane. Hahahahahaha!!!&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/27045264-9144140456294396572?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9144140456294396572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=9144140456294396572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/9144140456294396572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/9144140456294396572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/insanity-have-you-ever-experienced-your.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-4109986349629863943</id><published>2010-12-27T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:48:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Upcoming events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been having holiday mood all the while though I'm like having holidays everyday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is over &amp;amp; this week will be new year!! The week I'm looking super forward is the next.&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's Nariko's birthday celebration!!!! Like finally she's gonna turn one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be having our year end countdown over at pub carribbean.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not expecting it to be really fun or whatever cos it's kinda boring there especially when baby's working.&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, we'll be going out for sweetheart's birthday stuffs again. The last week to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;Have yet to even place orders for the barbequeings. Gonna order them soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone knows where to get styrofoam cones?&lt;br /&gt;You know those people use for shortcuts to make cream puffs or macaron towers?&lt;br /&gt;Like this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TRheOJz6DEI/AAAAAAAABKU/9CqtUwhNL6s/s1600/IMG_5665.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555293737606319170" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TRheOJz6DEI/AAAAAAAABKU/9CqtUwhNL6s/s400/IMG_5665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you know any, will seriously appreciated if you would share with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need comments, will caviar go well with cream cheese on a small toasted bread/cracker?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make those with a small prawn on top of them. Just wonder how they taste.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't tried making them before as I find it very wasteful to buy a can of caviar just to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby will be on leave from the 7th to 10th. Happy like crazy!! Will have alot of quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of food &amp;amp; desserts to prepare together. It should be really fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Super looking forward to next week though I'm 100% sure we'll be tired like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes out well !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sweetheart's birthday, will be deciding if I would be getting myself a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie spoilt all my phones by drowning them with her saliva. Sighhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;My newly bought D&amp;amp;G Jalou is officially murdered &amp;amp; the other is still in ICU, gonna die soon too.&lt;br /&gt;I swear if I ever get myself a new phone, I'm gonna keep it safe from the lil monster!!&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/27045264-4109986349629863943?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4109986349629863943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=4109986349629863943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4109986349629863943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/4109986349629863943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/upcoming-events-ive-been-having-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TRheOJz6DEI/AAAAAAAABKU/9CqtUwhNL6s/s72-c/IMG_5665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-1913039536467947949</id><published>2010-12-25T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:14:25.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Anniversary, Christmas eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1430_24-12-10" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5084/5289357099_27ec981ecc_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd anniversary to my dearest baby &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone that's reading my blog ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have a simple celebration with baby yesterday due to my sudden food crave. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading out, we decided to cam whore a little ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1432_24-12-10" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5290/5289960074_edab288e26_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1435_24-12-10" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5206/5289960040_b8e170a52c_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to rocher centre because I super feel like eating roasted duck rice!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!! The duck rice over there is extremely yummy! But they close early too.&lt;br /&gt;So, quickly cab down &amp;amp; praying hard that they won't close so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve's road = Massive jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab fare was $20 when we reach there! See how bad is the traffic. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it wasn't closed by the time we reached there. Had a super satisfying lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Suntec aftermath. There was a gingerbread man walking around.&lt;br /&gt;It was super duper adorable!! He shaked his ass &amp;amp; waved to us when we're going down the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;Baby &amp;amp; I laughed alot. Super entertaining!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over to Marina square to buy our movie tickets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="572" alt="jack_black_gullivers_travels_poster" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5086/5289979158_63a03a3f3f_z.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the movie was good &amp;amp; funny. But totally not worth the 3D price.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much 3D effects at all &amp;amp; I seriously could not think of what 3D effects are there.&lt;br /&gt;So, those who wanna catch this movie, choose the 2D instead of the 3D ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, baby surprised me with an owl. Massive cuteness!!&lt;br /&gt;He lied to me that his tummy ached after walking pass a store. I told him the owl's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously did not suspect a bit &amp;amp; that's how the surprise worked well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y you baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over to boat quay to look for Harry at plush bar. Packed like sardines. Zzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P2353[01]_24-12-10" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5129/5289356973_071a92c2f9_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Baby &amp;amp; Ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 guys dressed in black shirt &amp;amp; dark blue jeans. Like planned to wear this. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 got weird eyes. Maybe is the effect of the liquor or maybe the flash hurts.&lt;br /&gt;But they look really funny in the picture, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every table was given a free party spray = 12am danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes before midnight, the 4 of us ran out of the pub &amp;amp; hid inside a coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;Harry discovered I brought the spray out &amp;amp; when it was 12, I chased after him.&lt;br /&gt;He ran duper fast okay! Play until 2 cabs nearly kissed each other.&lt;br /&gt;I told him he's gonna compensate if the cabs really kissed lor. Dramatic max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over to chamber for a short while &amp;amp; went back carribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P2352_24-12-10" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5289960022_230f45ba6c_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little high when taking this picture due to martell + beer.&lt;br /&gt;I can't mix liquor together. They never co-operate in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year's ending soon &amp;amp; I seriously hope it'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't smooth sailing this year. But year end's always fun isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoyed their christmas &amp;amp; the upcoming event would be year end countdown!!&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone's looking forward to a new year too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 pictures of the day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1816[01]_22-12-10" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5006/5289960132_3b136131f2_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="653" alt="P1816_22-12-10" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5087/5289960190_00fd995a59_b.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest prawn I've ever eaten in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;Baby bought one of these to let me try. It's expensive &amp;amp; taste exactly like..... prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hate photobucket!!! It sucks &amp;amp; always disrupt me from uploading my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Making me gotta change to flickr instead &amp;amp; I don't really like them.&lt;br /&gt;They just make my life easier by letting me upload my photos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, have a great weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, MEI MAO (eyebrow), I LOVE YOU!!!&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/27045264-1913039536467947949?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1913039536467947949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=1913039536467947949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1913039536467947949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1913039536467947949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/anniversary-christmas-eve-happy-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5084/5289357099_27ec981ecc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-5840507924773816579</id><published>2010-12-20T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:44:06.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's only another 2 weeks to sweetheart's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited &amp;amp; looking forward to it every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent about 1.5k for her birthday preparations. Over budget...&lt;br /&gt;There's still alot of things undone yet. Meaning more to spend.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, if everything goes out well, it's all worth it. I just want a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her 1st birthday &amp;amp; I don't wanna scrimp and save &amp;amp; do it too simple.&lt;br /&gt;It's like... I only have a daughter. If wanna save on everything might as well don't give birth right?&lt;br /&gt;I know there's still a long way down the road &amp;amp; she's not gonna remember it.&lt;br /&gt;People might think why not save the money for her future &amp;amp; think it's not neccessary.&lt;br /&gt;But it's her 1st time having a birthday!! Why must think so damn much as if you won't earn in future.&lt;br /&gt;Time is not going to turn back &amp;amp; you shouldn't have any regrets. It's not just for her but also us.&lt;br /&gt;She's our little baby.. and I will never ever save because people think it's not worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's all worth it. Even if it's gonna cost me much more I'm also willing.&lt;br /&gt;Giving what I'm able to give right now. Maybe it isn't alot but at least I did what I can now.&lt;br /&gt;She's my everything &amp;amp; she is not going to be like any other babies who just have a cake for her 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, anyway it's my baby, it's my money &amp;amp; it's my problem lah.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're unhappy with how I spend on my girl's birthday, just stfu ok? I don't need the comments.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not happy, just don't come on that day &amp;amp; miss out the great fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, we've sourced &amp;amp; added quite a number of things in again.&lt;br /&gt;I think the food might even be enough for 100 guests. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have so much guests though. And I didn't order alot of food either.&lt;br /&gt;But.. I have a huge variety just enough for 1 per guest &amp;amp; I don't think they're able to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when there's so many food for bbq &amp;amp; the desserts are scary. Especially with the chocolate fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there won't be food wastage or insufficient food for guests.&lt;br /&gt;The worst of all is, I only have 1 hour to set up the place before the guests start arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray super hard that things would go well on that day. *Fingers crossed*&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/27045264-5840507924773816579?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5840507924773816579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=5840507924773816579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5840507924773816579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/5840507924773816579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-weeks-its-only-another-2-weeks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-6282548231026568128</id><published>2010-12-18T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:18:54.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No pacifier - Cold Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Having a pacifier always makes a mommy's life much easier.&lt;br /&gt;It works almost like magic. Baby cries, pop it in &amp;amp; there you go, hushed.&lt;br /&gt;But when the baby's life is near a year, you know you have to get rid of them no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;This, is the hardest thing when your baby's already very attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TQxmh_Rx9DI/AAAAAAAABJQ/vQgig8LWzPU/s1600/no-pacifier_design.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551925174748705842" style="WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TQxmh_Rx9DI/AAAAAAAABJQ/vQgig8LWzPU/s400/no-pacifier_design.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, this is the tough part. Baby cries insanely &amp;amp; you've to harden your heart and just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nariko's 1st month, I read up the internet &amp;amp; found out pacifier can lower the risk of SIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;SIDS = Sudden Infant Death Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As a first time mom, I was shocked by how parents lost their babies with no valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;There is no explanations for the baby to die when it's so healthy when born.&lt;br /&gt;So, I immediately open up the pacifier &amp;amp; pop it in her mouth every single time she sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's near to a year old soon &amp;amp; SIDS is not going to happen anymore. So, it's time for the cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't going to be easy &amp;amp; it's really stressful for the baby &amp;amp; mommy.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, we still have to do it right? You can't possibly let them have it till 2-3yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;Pd's recommends are just weeks before their 1st year. So I suppose I've to start them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was the 1st day of the cold turkey. It was really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;She was so tired but she just couldn't fall asleep without them. She just cried &amp;amp; cried &amp;amp; cried..&lt;br /&gt;My heart ached so much that I wanted to give in &amp;amp; just let her have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clinged onto me and cried very very pitifully. As if begging me to let her suck it &amp;amp; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give up every 15 minutes she cried. She cried for an hour!&lt;br /&gt;I searched on the internet to see if there's any gentler way to make them quit it. Sadly, there's not.&lt;br /&gt;The only way is to harden your heart &amp;amp; just let them cry. Within 3 days, it'll be all over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when I really wanted to give up. It's really hard to ignore the cries from your baby.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I can try it again tomorrow. Just let her sleep now, she's feeling terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated for a few minutes &amp;amp; decided I am not going to give up now. I need to perservere.&lt;br /&gt;My princess cried for so long &amp;amp; if I give up now, her cries will be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;It'll all go down the drain if I'm ever going to give up now. So no, I just need to wait. It's going to be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself it's going to be over soon. Just bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;But every time she looked at me &amp;amp; cry, I just can't bear the pain. It's really really hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried with her but I told myself I can't. Cos everytime I cry, she'd cry even harder with me.&lt;br /&gt;So I just looked at my laptop &amp;amp; let her cry it out. It hurts alot, seriously. But I know it's for her good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later took out a hand puppet, sesame street's big bird. She loved it, always laughing when I played with her.&lt;br /&gt;She looked &amp;amp; stopped crying a while. I pretended to pat the puppet to sleep &amp;amp; asked her to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;She lied down, held the puppet's hand &amp;amp; calmed abit. Eyes closed for a few seconds but woke up to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;I told her "Shhh, bird bird sleeping. Shhh.. You sleep together with bird bird okay?".&lt;br /&gt;That's when she stopped. She hugged the puppet, meantime still trying to struggle with her heavy eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;I stroked her nose &amp;amp; gave her a kiss. That's when she finally fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so relieved that she finally slept. Finally she stopped crying &amp;amp; slept!!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is like your efforts are not wasted. Neither her cries are. It's going to be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, she took her nap with zero cryings. No pacifier given at all.&lt;br /&gt;She just lied down, talked a bit &amp;amp; fell asleep almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that I kept smiling to myself. All the hard work paid off. She did not cry at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the 2nd day &amp;amp; I hope tonight, she's gonna be a good girl like just now.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep without crying for pacifier. Though I know nights will be much harder when mornings.&lt;br /&gt;But I will not let her efforts go down to the drain! She will not cry for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jiayou my little precious, you did a very good job &amp;amp; I'm sure you'll succeed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry you've to go through all these. But it's gonna be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy love you so much! Good luck &amp;amp; keep up the good work ^^&lt;/em&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/27045264-6282548231026568128?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6282548231026568128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=6282548231026568128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6282548231026568128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/6282548231026568128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-pacifier-cold-turkey-having-pacifier.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TQxmh_Rx9DI/AAAAAAAABJQ/vQgig8LWzPU/s72-c/no-pacifier_design.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-7097030795112053959</id><published>2010-12-17T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:28:49.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Countdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's left with 1 more week to christmas eve as well as our 2nd year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to new year countdown &amp;amp; 3 more weeks to sweetie's 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Excited. Very very excited for the coming events, especially sweetheart's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent so much time planning &amp;amp; running places to places just for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Hence I really hope everything will go smoothly. No hiccups, pleeeeease!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any ways to let babies stop eating pacifiers? I want sweetie to stop soon!&lt;br /&gt;She's turning 1 and she's still sucking on her pacifier every night. Sighhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope she can stop sucking on pacifiers soon. Can't imagine if she keeps on sucking on it.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any ideas, please let me know. I seriously do not know how to stop babies from sucking it.&lt;br /&gt;It's really..... irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my gastric's are acting up again. It's been like over a year since it acted...&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot the pain that my tears have to flow out yesterday midnight when I reach home in pain.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, irregular meals. But I really didn't expect it'll be back so soon. It's only a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to struggle to the toilet, vomit the acids out, with a small amount of blood inside.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh, those days when such things were very normal to me...&lt;br /&gt;Baby went to cook veggie soup for me &amp;amp; the pain subsided gradually. Thanks honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed up with me, wanting to wait for me to feel better &amp;amp; sleep with me. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I want something warm to ease the pain &amp;amp; he immediately jumped up and say OK! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;He rushed to the kitchen and whipped up a soup for me. Super sweet!&lt;br /&gt;He looked super cute when he jumped up upon hearing me saying I wanna drink something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he's annoying at times, always showing attitude when he's really concerned bout me.&lt;br /&gt;But he's really really sweet. Just a different way of expressing himself.&lt;br /&gt;Love you baby!&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/27045264-7097030795112053959?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7097030795112053959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=7097030795112053959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7097030795112053959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/7097030795112053959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/countdown-its-left-with-1-more-week-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2451011305356742233</id><published>2010-12-15T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:07:50.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Milestone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dearest sweetheart just learnt how to stand &amp;amp; walk a few steps.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't witness her walking but mommy swore she did. I can see she's really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie stood while smiling &amp;amp; clapping her hands. Trying to tell us she's proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;Baby &amp;amp; I laughed and clapped along with her making her smile even wider.&lt;br /&gt;So grateful that I've such an angel. She's really a sweetie but often a little monster though. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Really proud of her that she can pick up skills so fast &amp;amp; always proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she haven't really mastered something, she will never show it out.&lt;br /&gt;She often observe &amp;amp; try when no one is looking. But never know we're peeking at her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;When we ask her to do one more time, she'd scream at us &amp;amp; crawl away.&lt;br /&gt;Adorable right?! But once she mastered it, she's show it with alot of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's learning to talk too. She had picked up a few words but not always willing to say.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she was a "parrot" like any other toddlers. So we can hear what she learn. But nope, she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's able to say papa, daddy, mama, popo, ah gong, zeh zeh (sister), yi (ah yi), mam mam (food), nen nen (milk), ple (apple), ball &amp;amp; bao (carry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she keep wanting to self feed. She'll take her spoon &amp;amp; pretend to eat.&lt;br /&gt;When you feed her, she'll keep snatching the spoon &amp;amp; food from you but we never let her.&lt;br /&gt;Not I don't want but my mom don't let. Lol. She think she's too young for that. =(&lt;br /&gt;She drinks water from sippy cup &amp;amp; holds her own milk bottle. (She mastered them since 6mth old)&lt;br /&gt;Now, she'll pretend to sleep when we wake her up from her nap &amp;amp; laugh when we shake or tickle her. (With her eyes closed &amp;amp; she'll roll away everytime you tickle or shake her)&lt;br /&gt;She'll get angry &amp;amp; scream at you or bite my niece when she snatch her toys. (She've 4 teeth now)&lt;br /&gt;She'll bite me occassionally &amp;amp; only let go when I scream and she'll laugh very loudly. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;She'll start acting cute when you pretend to be angry &amp;amp; scream at you when you laugh at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things about her which I'm super lazy to type out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just witnessed her walking 2 steps infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;She's smilling &amp;amp; clapping her hand now. Lol. Gonna go accompany her now!&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/27045264-2451011305356742233?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2451011305356742233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2451011305356742233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2451011305356742233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2451011305356742233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/milestone-my-dearest-sweetheart-just.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-1636712537136581823</id><published>2010-12-13T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:43:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Next friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BrassBed20christmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 670px; HEIGHT: 649px" height="649" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/BrassBed20christmas.jpg" width="630" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's christmas next week, do you have a wish in mind? Something much more than world peace?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a prada bag, a chanel wallet or a lamborghini? Something more material so it's easier for santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My christmas wish for this year is to own a dslr &amp;amp; a pink prada leather bag.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I do not have much time to think of a christmas gift or a anniversary gift.&lt;br /&gt;We've been too busy preparing sweetie's 1st birthday. It's something that CAN NOT COCK UP!&lt;br /&gt;Too important to me. Though some of might think it's just a birthday lah please.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she will not remember it also lor. Hello, take more pictures lah. She can see mah.&lt;br /&gt;(That's why I wish for a dslr, and hopefully I'll learn to use it if baby ever buys me 1 =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's our 2nd anniversary next friday! Baby took off specially to celebrate it with me!!&lt;br /&gt;Mad happy. Though we haven't thought of a place to go yet but who cares. I'm happy even if we're at home.&lt;br /&gt;*Hopefully he'll surprise me with a dslr. =P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after next would be new year. Wonder where are we gonna be at too.&lt;br /&gt;Drinks again probably. But I'm afraid of party spray. I like to be the one spraying though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the week after new year would be sweetie's birthday partay. Mad excited.&lt;br /&gt;I spent 2 months planning everything &amp;amp; I seriously hope nothing goes wrong that day.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it grand but at least I didn't just order a buffet &amp;amp; settle everything at home.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I need to earn the ang bao money through her birthday &amp;amp; I'm prepared to lose alot.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to me like how it matters to some others that think money's more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna save money don't give birth to your kid better, right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean you can save but not on such important occassions lah. Ahem, anyway it's not my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's on leave tomorrow too. Gotta start buying &amp;amp; contacting all the stuffs we need.&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy.. Update again soon! Loves &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/27045264-1636712537136581823?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1636712537136581823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=1636712537136581823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1636712537136581823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/1636712537136581823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-friday-its-christmas-next-week-do.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-2255783939767976997</id><published>2010-12-12T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:18:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nom noms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to hunt for dim sums with baby last week &amp;amp; we found 2 great places for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P160702_04-12-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/P160702_04-12-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried dumplings - Extremely yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P160201_04-12-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/P160201_04-12-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red lion head (or something similar) - Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1610_04-12-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/P1610_04-12-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao long baos - Above average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting &amp;amp; yummiest thing is actually the.....&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;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1608_04-12-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/P1608_04-12-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest xiao long bao I've ever seen, or rather, the da long bao. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1620_04-12-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/P1620_04-12-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the contents in it? There's crab roe &amp;amp; crab meats in it.&lt;br /&gt;The soup is extremely sweeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they tell you it's hot, don't ever go suck on the straw immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for about 20 minutes if you're really afraid of getting scalded.&lt;br /&gt;I scalded my tongue after waiting for just 10 minutes because of the eagerness to try. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P160901_04-12-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/P160901_04-12-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced baby to take this picture, he feels really awkward to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he tends to get really stiff when he's taking pictures alone.&lt;br /&gt;And that explains his weird face. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hit town with my family for dinner &amp;amp; christmas lightings.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a retaurant but only took 2 photos. Didn't bother to capture the others.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are only focused on the main thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0114.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful xiao long baos.&lt;br /&gt;I was mesmerized by the colours actually. Looks really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black: Black truffle&lt;br /&gt;White: Original&lt;br /&gt;Brown: Foie gras&lt;br /&gt;Orange: Crab roe&lt;br /&gt;Yellow: Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Sze chuan hot &amp;amp; spicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember green &amp;amp; gray cos I ain't interested in these 2 flavors.&lt;br /&gt;I just remember it's not some flavors that I'll like so I didn't bother to remember it either.&lt;br /&gt;The soup for the xiao long baos are really great. Very very tasty!&lt;br /&gt;It totally isn't enough &amp;amp; baby ordered another original ones cos the soup's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, did it get you all hungry? I'm super craving for another xlb now lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to see christmas lightings after dinner &amp;amp; sweetie was all excited!&lt;br /&gt;She kept laughing &amp;amp; pointing &amp;amp; looking upwards at those lights.&lt;br /&gt;Very very interested in lights since she was younger. She can stare at them for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c94/charlaiine/0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gonna go bake cookies with baby now, tata! xoxo&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/27045264-2255783939767976997?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2255783939767976997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=2255783939767976997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2255783939767976997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/2255783939767976997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/nom-noms-went-to-hunt-for-dim-sums-with.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-3360591773420937706</id><published>2010-12-09T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:44:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Heart-wrenching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's really heart-breaking to keep hearing news of people aborting babies.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine those innocent little babies in your tummy have no choices on their lifes?&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don't want her, she will never have a chance to live.&lt;br /&gt;How unfair &amp;amp; it's seriously irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no intentions on having a baby this early, go on birth control.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that hard is it? Rather than being another murderer of killing your own baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see their heart beating, hands &amp;amp; legs moving through the ultrasound..&lt;br /&gt;How can you even bear to kill them? It's a life, it's an adorable baby!!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear a news on abortion, I seriously feel very very sad. A life is lost like that.&lt;br /&gt;Just because of the irresponsible adults that made a baby loses it's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it really so hard to be on birth control?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like condoms, there's always alternative ways to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Example birth control pills or patches where you just need to paste it on your back?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it way better than making a life &amp;amp; making it lose it's life? Sighhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking if I should go for birth controls too. But baby doesn't want me to.&lt;br /&gt;He wants a second baby (not so soon though), but I don't think I'm ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;And for birth control, after you stop, you still cannot have babies for a few months I think.&lt;br /&gt;Cos there might be side effects for immediate babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I think I should still go for birth controls. I don't wanna kill my own baby.&lt;br /&gt;But if I really get pregnant, I don't think baby will allow me to abort it neither would I.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't accept the fact that parents would kill their own kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TQCjvKTAiuI/AAAAAAAABJI/N5KbVajAblQ/s1600/stop%2Babortion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548614771533712098" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TQCjvKTAiuI/AAAAAAAABJI/N5KbVajAblQ/s400/stop%2Babortion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you kill this baby if it's out alive? No, right?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's in you tummy, it'd be out as adorable as this little baby ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully people will change minds when thinking of abortion. Think of the wonderful baby again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really hope ladies will go get yourself with some birth controls so you don't have to murder.&lt;br /&gt;Else I don't think you'd even be fit to call others a murderer when you're one yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Just that maybe you're legal to do it? Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: No offence to those who &lt;s&gt;murdered&lt;/s&gt; aborted their babies. I just don't think it's right to do so.&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s: If you did, hopefully you'll go on birth control soon so you won't be murdering another.&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/27045264-3360591773420937706?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3360591773420937706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=3360591773420937706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3360591773420937706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/3360591773420937706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/heart-wrenching-its-really-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/TQCjvKTAiuI/AAAAAAAABJI/N5KbVajAblQ/s72-c/stop%2Babortion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-927865530192424206</id><published>2010-12-08T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:20:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Man slaughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I didn't want or maybe didn't bother to blog about this actually. But why are the cases getting much more?&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck is people carrying a knife, chopper, parangs, whatever around?&lt;br /&gt;Another man slashed at Yishun. How fun!!!! (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really so fun by taking a knife, roam around the streets &amp;amp; slash anyone you see?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not understand. It's becoming like a... trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last I heard about gangs is like when I was 14??&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth are there still such things happening in here at the very safe Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;I thought everyone's biggest "head" now is solid cash, money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean even if you wanna act cool, be like "singapore mafia" (LOLOL!!) you should be rich?&lt;br /&gt;Like those you see in movies, they're dirt rich, they own bigs hotels, restaurants, whatever?&lt;br /&gt;But in Singapore.. you maybe only own a table in the coffeeshop where the uncles/aunties know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine some america mafia came over &amp;amp; point you with a gun or even just a fruit knife.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you'd be doing? Begging them to let you go or bootlicking them saying "oh you're so handsome" (hoping they'll be pleased &amp;amp; let you off) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, is it really sucha cool thing when you go around trying to kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine next time your kids ask you "Daddy/mommy, what's the greatest achivement you had in life?" &amp;amp; your answer will be "Oh, I killed someone. Isn't that great?" Wtf seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And your kids would probably tell their friends "My dad is great! He murdered someone when he was young! Isn't he so cool?" and I guess he'd definitely get outcasted in school because his friends wouldn't want to get killed by his murderer daddy/mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, karma gets back to you &amp;amp; your loved ones got slashed outside when coming home for dinner together with you. How would you be feeling? Imagine that's someone very very dear to you, probably the most important peron in your life just got killed?&lt;br /&gt;You might probably just say you'd find them out &amp;amp; kill them back in return for your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Then think again. Should you kill yourself too because you killed someone's loved ones too? Or you should be free because their loved ones didn't look for you &amp;amp; kill you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking I'm in jail for years &amp;amp; I regretted what I've done or I already got my punishment.&lt;br /&gt;Then ok, the one that killed your loved ones will be sent to jail for maybe 5 years &amp;amp; he already got what he deserved. Fair enough? Or you think it shouldn't be like this at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously despise those that go around hurting people. You're so not cool but a coward.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think that you're young so you can do this.&lt;br /&gt;But because of the adrenaline rush, you go slash someone with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Next time people have adrenaline rush also slash your loved ones with a knife can? Idiots -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm seriously not-very-happy with charges those idiots will face.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my friends know that the murder charge will eventually drop to culpable homicide.&lt;br /&gt;And baby tell me not to be shocked if the sentence they receive is only 5 years jail.&lt;br /&gt;I was like wtf seriously.. 5 years?! Go bang the walls please!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason why people is going around holding a knife.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I heard there's a change in the law for this &amp;amp; they're using it now.&lt;br /&gt;How true? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel indignant for those victims &amp;amp; their loved ones if the charges are going to be light.&lt;br /&gt;Because they will never learn &amp;amp; probably think they'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;If only the laws were stricter on bringing deadly weapons &amp;amp; man slashing/slaughtering.&lt;br /&gt;Else I think Singapore is no where safer than anyone else &amp;amp; doesn't fit the title safe&amp;amp;fine singapore.&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/27045264-927865530192424206?l=valenchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/feeds/927865530192424206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27045264&amp;postID=927865530192424206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/927865530192424206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27045264/posts/default/927865530192424206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valenchia.blogspot.com/2010/12/man-slaughter-okay-i-didnt-want-or.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Little Beddings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352069540983823729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWe3YnVUoyE/SmbVGXp7SNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pFgILflpTZo/S220/1_838569966l-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27045264.post-4416783903421653698</id><published>2010-12-05T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:46:20.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Different Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was discussing with Marilyn weeks back about teaching kids.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'm still thinking about how am I gonna teach Nariko when she's older.&lt;br /&gt;Should I pamper her with material stuffs or let her know life isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking on how my daddy taught my sister &amp;amp; I, I think he used the right way.&lt;br /&gt;My daddy can let us live a comfortable life &amp;amp; buy us anything we want. But he doesn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;When we're younger, he'll get us things we like just to make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;But as we grow older, he start restraining our gadgets &amp;amp; unneccessary stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;(Although when we start doing silly things to make him laugh &amp;amp; he'll eventually give in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to know that earning money in this society isn't as easy as what we thought.&lt;br /&gt;And always telling us never take things for granted because not everyone is as fortunate as us.&lt;br /&gt;So as we grow older, he allows us to work part time to let us try out the hardship of earning money.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want us to become some pampered brat that doesn't treasure things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he succeeded. Because now, we don't really ask much.&lt;br /&gt;We may say we want this &amp;amp; that but we know that it's not neccessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd use the same way too. I'm really afraid Nariko will grow up to have some princessy attitude.&lt;br /&gt;She needs to know this dark world to grow up &amp;amp; bring her future kids up well.&lt;br /&gt;It's not material stuffs that'll make her be contented &amp;amp; happy. It's the love we give.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she's gonna hate me even if I don't buy her favourite gadget for her.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't remember I hated my parents for restraining my spending amount.&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I really thank god that I'm not brought up by parents that'll give me anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not love. It'll only guide me to the wrong path in life. Never ever treasuring &amp;amp; be content.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay though I'm still spoilt, thanks to baby. My mom once told baby that he shouldn't keep spoiling me. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best example of being a spoilt ass is my youngest sister. Lol. (Ppl who knows me, agree right?)&lt;br /&gt;She's being spoilt badly by both my parents because she's the youngest child at home.&lt;br /&gt;I think they totally forgot about the restrictions &amp;amp; teachings in her.&lt;br /&gt;So now, she's 14, she doesn't work &amp;amp; not studying. Everyday only enjoy life, going out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;No money, just by opening her mouth to my dad, she'll get the money. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy scary to have a kid growing up like this. When you die, they better inherit your assets.&lt;br /&gt;If not they're gonna die in the house by hunger. Total zero experience in stepping out &amp;amp; grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let Nariko be like this. So I'll make sure she doesn't become some spoilt ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since she's still so young now, I'm gonna pamper her as much as I can until she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any regrets by not being able to pamper her with things since I can now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's older like maybe 3 years old, I guess we can only secretly pamper her with material items.&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe restrict her from buying her she wants when we're in the mall &amp;amp; only buy when she behaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my sister, though my niece's still a little spoilt by her, but atleast she won't demand.&lt;br /&gt;She'll only look at it for a while &amp;amp; if the answer is no, she'll just walk away &amp;amp; play with others.&lt;br /&gt;But she's really adorable when meeting little animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once we're at the zoo, and you're allowed to feed a few animals like deers or something.&lt;br /&gt;Lovelle wanted to feed by we couldn't get the number queue cos there's too much people.&lt;br /&gt;(If feed somemore I think the animals will die by eating too full. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;The staffs told us it's full already, so we cannot go in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Lovelle looked at the staffs &amp;amp; a few tears dopped down. Mad kelian! But she didn't make any noise.&lt;br /&gt;The guy saw her being so sad &amp;amp; was super lost, can see he wanted to let her in soon.&lt;br /&gt;But my sister told her cannot feed already, let'
