<?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-4555883211529187213</id><updated>2011-10-10T13:23:37.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Chopin's Legacy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-8177667536673657156</id><published>2011-09-12T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:15:01.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.25</title><content type='html'>Being pregnant with 2 little kids at home... hmmm. But I still call myself lucky because I don't have to work hard. I have a wonderful husband who provides everything we ever need. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rams is a big time artist. Now that he's shifted to the room next to ours, guess what's the first thing he requested for? An easel! My baby is now growing into a big boy! He draws practically anything that comes to mind... while Russ... Russ is as chilly as ever... he's the quiet type, more like Is than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuCYrK9IQZw/Tm4T1oefbWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/o8x1j6cN3bU/s1600/Screenshot-1246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuCYrK9IQZw/Tm4T1oefbWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/o8x1j6cN3bU/s400/Screenshot-1246.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't got any gender check for the twins yet, we want them as surprise. Well it's magical... and I certainly won't mind doing this again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gotta go... Gotta feed Russ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-8177667536673657156?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8177667536673657156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-525.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8177667536673657156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8177667536673657156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-525.html' title='Chapter 5.25'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuCYrK9IQZw/Tm4T1oefbWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/o8x1j6cN3bU/s72-c/Screenshot-1246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2990170288359934199</id><published>2011-09-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:28:37.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.24</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Finding out baby #3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week after my last posting, I threw up magically for 3 times in 1 hour. The night before we had raw tuna for dinner (or sasheemee, as the Sapanese calls it). But I didn't suspect anything except that, after the unpredicted future turbulence that we've been through. I started not being able to take any dinner that night. &amp;nbsp;I really thought it's a bad food poisoning that I was having. Is was of course forcing me to go to the doctor, but I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, while sitting for breakfast with Rams, he suddenly blurted out what he's recently learnt at school about shapes. "Mommy you're round." I was startled. I couldn't have picked up any weight while busy with the kids. Moreover I flied to Saris quite a few times to take care of mom. My suspicion of being preggo started to rise. To be honest I have lost count of when this baby could have been conceived. But, pfuh, I took out the last 3 testpack from my cabinet. And I said to myself, whatever it is, I wouldn't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2VmUfK08WU/TmzhZ5xMRaI/AAAAAAAAAhw/eHhsshJjBS4/s1600/Screenshot-1237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2VmUfK08WU/TmzhZ5xMRaI/AAAAAAAAAhw/eHhsshJjBS4/s400/Screenshot-1237.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5...4...3..2..1....... It showed negative. I didn't bother to take out the next or next next testpack. It'd be the same, my heart said. Despite the umpteenth time let down by the testpack, I still couldn't help feeling my heart sink whenever I saw it showed no positive sign. I don't know why. Maybe I've just really not given up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, while Is was doing his duty to throw away the bins, he noticed my testpack in the toilet! Gosh I totally forgot to throw away that properly. No, I didn't want him to know and disappoint him too. We've kinda not wanted to talk about it... Then he confronted me, "Honey, is there something wrong with ur health recently?" Then I started telling him everything, and couldn't help but to cry a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_fu9W5508Y/TmzhdAYwmKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QTfXwuHpfh0/s1600/Screenshot-1244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_fu9W5508Y/TmzhdAYwmKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QTfXwuHpfh0/s400/Screenshot-1244.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But he said he had this strong gutfeel that we might be pregnant for real this time. Because he noticed that my mood hasn't been at its best... so I agreed to his suggestion to visit the doctor (just a doctor not an obgyn) first thing in the morning the next day. He agreed to take a day off just to take me there too, because in case if it's not a baby thing, I might be real sick too - looking at how many times i've puked in few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital, I was 'forced' to go for an ultrasound because doctor "suspected that there's something in there." How scary has that sounded, you tell me! It could be a malignant tumour or something. Gosh. And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard heartbeat, the heartbeat that we'd been so familiar with. :) We both teared. Good news is, there might be a chance of twin babies too! Wheeeeee.... :) At that time, I totally forgot about wanting it as a girl or a boy, as long as he/she/they are healthy and complete in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back bringing that news to the boys... of course they don't understand. But we're gonna be a huge family from now on!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-2990170288359934199?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2990170288359934199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-524.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2990170288359934199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2990170288359934199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-524.html' title='Chapter 5.24'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2VmUfK08WU/TmzhZ5xMRaI/AAAAAAAAAhw/eHhsshJjBS4/s72-c/Screenshot-1237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5557545867500496113</id><published>2011-09-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:30:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.23</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps... long time no update. I've been busy keeping up with the two kids. Now that Rams is almost going to enter primary school, everything starts to get busier. Is there already a third kid? Nope. We've been trying with all methods and myths, nothing worked out. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not giving up yet... meanwhile I'm just trying to concentrate on my housewife-ing task and bringing Rams up to my very best. Is is entering a dusk age and I'm not getting younger either... it may just be hard biologically. I haven't thought of how I'm gonna sort this out, but I'm sure everything's gonna be alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Russ? Russ has been awesome and smart. He picks up what his brother does really fast. It's kind of worrying sometimes when he tries to speak like "what the bark is that, mom?" pointing to a tree... i really thought he's talking about the 'bark'. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkt2J7HF-n8/TmzT33tZmJI/AAAAAAAAAho/Ety6inqOMuk/s1600/Screenshot-1223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkt2J7HF-n8/TmzT33tZmJI/AAAAAAAAAho/Ety6inqOMuk/s400/Screenshot-1223.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTC5rsCwMnI/TmzT7YGo2UI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YtelSbm7jGI/s1600/Screenshot-1226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTC5rsCwMnI/TmzT7YGo2UI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YtelSbm7jGI/s400/Screenshot-1226.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so people, what are your tips in conceiving a girl?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5557545867500496113?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5557545867500496113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-523.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5557545867500496113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5557545867500496113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-523.html' title='Chapter 5.23'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkt2J7HF-n8/TmzT33tZmJI/AAAAAAAAAho/Ety6inqOMuk/s72-c/Screenshot-1223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6462042804683554122</id><published>2011-09-11T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:09:31.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.22</title><content type='html'>We are proud to announce the birth of our second son: RUSS CHOPIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The labour was supremely easy for me, almost zen-like. Thank goodness Russ is a healthy happy baby. Unlike Rams, he has a fair skin. Healthy and handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finished my last push, what Is blurted out was "Oh well honey... seems like we're going to try harder next time, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go a picture of Russ... with Rams inside the nursery I dreamt of. The doctor shared some tips to conceive a girl. We shall see how well it works out!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElhkU64zwug/TmzPCF00MPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/-oUowy24wTg/s1600/Screenshot-1214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElhkU64zwug/TmzPCF00MPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/-oUowy24wTg/s400/Screenshot-1214.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;EEeeeek. We need another nursery room, seems like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6462042804683554122?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6462042804683554122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-522.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6462042804683554122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6462042804683554122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-522.html' title='Chapter 5.22'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElhkU64zwug/TmzPCF00MPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/-oUowy24wTg/s72-c/Screenshot-1214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4502718146614179788</id><published>2011-09-11T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:04:47.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.21</title><content type='html'>But of course even the flowers will wilt. Is and I are back in row since we discussed about the sleeping arrangement for the new baby. I would love him/her to sleep with Rams, which also means forking out some moolah to build the nursery room. I think that'd be good for the kids to sleep together, it leaves them room to bond. But on the logical side of Is' head, that not only means forking out money to build the room and stuffs, but will also drain more of our energy (especially of his) to having to watch out to the kids' cryings/calls anytime in the mid of the night. I'm a terrible mother when it comes to keeping a watch when already asleep. Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy really... once you get married, u're just flooded with... *beep*. Fortunately though I'm blessed with a loving husband. Seeing me frowning for one week is enough to bring him down. He decided to build up the nursery. Yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNz_lGLTKAk/TmzN-38zBYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/EXmA-SPZvjU/s1600/Screenshot-1211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNz_lGLTKAk/TmzN-38zBYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/EXmA-SPZvjU/s400/Screenshot-1211.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-4502718146614179788?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4502718146614179788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-521.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4502718146614179788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4502718146614179788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-521.html' title='Chapter 5.21'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNz_lGLTKAk/TmzN-38zBYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/EXmA-SPZvjU/s72-c/Screenshot-1211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-7242544225272199845</id><published>2011-06-25T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:34:20.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dBQ2aq60gc/TgWNY2lKXsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3NmWeHoDqWw/s1600/Screenshot-1189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doctor confirmed my pregnancy. I couldn't keep a secret more than a day, so I really needed to take Is and begged for his second chance. Afterall we still have another 7 months to mend everything back to where we were. But he totally couldn't picture any better picture... sighs... which got us into a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Whatever it is, Is, this is our baby and I'm keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;Is: It is easy for you to say but if you remember how much it cost us to have Ramstadt, I thought u'd be more understanding, at least this time. We can always have babies anytime we want.&lt;br /&gt;me: You're growing old... soon a senior next year... and I need to have a daughter to keep this pact alive. I know it's gonna be tough, at least for now, but we'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;Is: *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dBQ2aq60gc/TgWNY2lKXsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3NmWeHoDqWw/s1600/Screenshot-1189.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dBQ2aq60gc/TgWNY2lKXsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3NmWeHoDqWw/s400/Screenshot-1189.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that's our first major row ever. I felt so sick and so terrible for the whole day after he left for work. Pregnant, sick, a quite bratty son. But Rams totally made my day in the afternoon... he could do his own potty now! That's a huge relief and we could save so much on diapers already... Throughout that afternoon I talked to mom. She took a day off so that she could console me via chatrooms. She understood the motherly feeling towards the seedlings inside... it must be hard to give up. She said if financial wise it's giving us too much a hard time, she's willing to sell off her Bistro and give us the fund. I felt so touched and I really wanted to give her a hug at that moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At that moment too, I felt really useless being a woman with no career at all and having to depend on solely my husband. I wish I made another choice... It's suicidal, i must tell you. January couldn't come today cos she had a plan...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is came home bringing a good news, one of his proposals was bought by the client. That couldn't really help much but that meant a lot to him, it gave him hopes again. When he reached home he apologized for being so unthoughtful in the morning and started to ask about little baby... :) My sickness felt lifted off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zViQe9HdYrQ/TgWPZBIL7aI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZKEziNIMdYk/s1600/Screenshot-1195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zViQe9HdYrQ/TgWPZBIL7aI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZKEziNIMdYk/s400/Screenshot-1195.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmaC6sYKEXA/TgWPb1pahUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/WJzzNMivFvU/s1600/Screenshot-1198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmaC6sYKEXA/TgWPb1pahUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/WJzzNMivFvU/s400/Screenshot-1198.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-7242544225272199845?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7242544225272199845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-520.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7242544225272199845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7242544225272199845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-520.html' title='Chapter 5.20'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dBQ2aq60gc/TgWNY2lKXsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3NmWeHoDqWw/s72-c/Screenshot-1189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4973038254711208183</id><published>2011-06-25T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:21:33.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.19</title><content type='html'>I've been ill for the past 3 days now... Is is so much worried that i could be pregnant again but I tried to console him that i couldn't be so cos I've been so tired taking care of Rams. Rams is still on his sleep-during-the-day mode that it's really not helping me to recover. Sighs. A worried and stressed husband + a bratty kid... *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fish Is' reaction about me being pregnant again. I mean, I really look forward to having a daughter, at the end of the day, 'cos I wanna keep this pact alive. But he threw me such a harsh reaction, "Sorry honey but I think we might give this embryo up for this time." I'm tremendously saddened. I'll need to go to the doctor tomorrow, for sure. I can take this day off 'cos January is willing to babysit Rams. Isaiah hardly has a time off now, not even on weekends. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4973038254711208183?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4973038254711208183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-519.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4973038254711208183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4973038254711208183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-519.html' title='Chapter 5.19'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5398849853030850305</id><published>2011-06-25T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:17:22.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.18</title><content type='html'>Quinn somehow refused to come back. She has decided to become a full-time homemaker in Saris. With her son's condition of being slightly mild autistic, I think that's the best decision too. Is is still disappointed, regardless of how many times I told him that everything's gonna be okay. No business will ever cruise smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rams makes me into a sleep deprived mother. He chooses to be awake at night and completely silent during the day. Awesome much indeed. Except that the neighbor's house being renovated, I can listen to every vivid movement of the workers planking and screaming. Uggggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has gone back to Saris this morning. Aunt Persey plans to come to help me but I'd rather her not to since Quinn's baby might probably needs more hands than mine does. It's tough alright but I'm thankful that January is willing to come in after her school to keep an eye on Rams while I try to catch some sleep. Glad that she can accept me as his father's wife... I think i'm falling sick... The day started with some vomitting. Anything I put in just automatically rejected itself out. *turningintozombie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brzZ5sqFkHg/TgWLdQLRjfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ocbQ6rbIhg0/s1600/Screenshot-1183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brzZ5sqFkHg/TgWLdQLRjfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ocbQ6rbIhg0/s400/Screenshot-1183.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-5398849853030850305?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5398849853030850305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-518.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5398849853030850305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5398849853030850305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-518.html' title='Chapter 5.18'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brzZ5sqFkHg/TgWLdQLRjfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ocbQ6rbIhg0/s72-c/Screenshot-1183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4716358652989540092</id><published>2011-05-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:45:48.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.17</title><content type='html'>Our little bud is born today... Ramstadt Chopin. He's quite a steady baby but he needs to be fed A LOT that the nurses start to worry this baby might grow obese. Heeheeheeheehee. Daddy has been taking care a lot of him cos mommy wants to rest. This is definitely a handful... Is wants as many kids as possible... I think I want to stop after having 2, perhaps. So I'm really relaly hoping my second one will be a girl. (Don't tell Is).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8AKwYaMPUqs/TeCnlz9MSSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ZZ-v6f0iA1A/s1600/Screenshot-1182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8AKwYaMPUqs/TeCnlz9MSSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ZZ-v6f0iA1A/s400/Screenshot-1182.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dont think we'll be adding anytime soon. Is' business is not doing as well as it used to at the moment. One of the shareholders suddenly decided to back out and start another one with their competitor. How shallow!! Grrrr. Seems like all he's after is just the money. Is might look at asking Quinn to come back because she's the best negotiator. But that would probably take effect only next year after Quinn's bud is born.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4716358652989540092?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4716358652989540092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-517.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4716358652989540092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4716358652989540092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-517.html' title='Chapter 5.17'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8AKwYaMPUqs/TeCnlz9MSSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ZZ-v6f0iA1A/s72-c/Screenshot-1182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-8262018696735863137</id><published>2011-05-28T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:41:26.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.16</title><content type='html'>Entering the third trimester is... phew. I start to discover many more discomfort nowadays, but still totally enjoying it. Is and me agree not to find out the gender till he or she arrives. *so excited* So in anticipation, we decorated the nursery room in green. I of course want a girl... someone to go shopping with *winks* and Is is totally anticipating for a boy. Hahaha. Whatever it is we're enjoying this very much. Mom is flying back next week to start taking care of me and teaching me things i wouldn't know how to do. I will definitely need her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January has also been quite a help lately. In times when she finishes her class early, she would swing by bringing me some food to eat. She also told me that she's been seeing a guy lately... Seems like Is will be expecting not only another kid, but also grandkid! Wait, that translates me becoming a granny too, doesn't it. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... time to rest... Expected delivery date is next Wednesday. I can't wait, little one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-8262018696735863137?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8262018696735863137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-516.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8262018696735863137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8262018696735863137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-516.html' title='Chapter 5.16'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-529782879493658527</id><published>2011-05-28T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:37:07.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.15</title><content type='html'>Is and I have been in thought about renovating our house because the last time was... zillion years ago. I don't mind having more water around our house. Like little ponds or something like that. But Is wants to keep it to have more garden all around... Arrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy update: Still in the first trimester and my tummy is simply not showing much progress I'm worried. Boohoo. But tomorrow first thing in the morning I've already got an appointment with Dr. Chunk... so ah ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping and eating wise has been absolutely zen for me though. I can't wait till the baby arrives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYmU0ezI1Lc/TeCmFvaWe_I/AAAAAAAAAhI/N6c6boJ8urM/s1600/Screenshot-1178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYmU0ezI1Lc/TeCmFvaWe_I/AAAAAAAAAhI/N6c6boJ8urM/s320/Screenshot-1178.jpg" width="320" /&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/4555883211529187213-529782879493658527?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/529782879493658527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-515.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/529782879493658527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/529782879493658527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-515.html' title='Chapter 5.15'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYmU0ezI1Lc/TeCmFvaWe_I/AAAAAAAAAhI/N6c6boJ8urM/s72-c/Screenshot-1178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-343177249878609023</id><published>2011-05-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:18:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.14</title><content type='html'>Peeps, we're pregnant.... :) This is such good newsssss!!!!!!!!! Predicted that the baby was conceived right the day before we flew over to elope. Aaaaaaaaaah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been banned from working at all (working for me: fishing and gardening) because according to the doctor I have a really weak immune system that could affect the baby. Okay!!!! Whatever it is for the baby I'll do it!!! Isaiah will be soooo thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPi5yFhjINk/Td5hLQYSE0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/23bSBF9-Cl0/s1600/Screenshot-1175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPi5yFhjINk/Td5hLQYSE0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/23bSBF9-Cl0/s400/Screenshot-1175.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-343177249878609023?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/343177249878609023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-514.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/343177249878609023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/343177249878609023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-514.html' title='Chapter 5.14'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPi5yFhjINk/Td5hLQYSE0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/23bSBF9-Cl0/s72-c/Screenshot-1175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2608410551581829995</id><published>2011-05-26T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:15:16.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.13</title><content type='html'>We're married today!! It's ultra romantic, thanks mom and Auntie Persey for arranging this!!!! [hugs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn also announced that she's migrating over to Saris. She met this guy at a cafe while having her hot chocolate and she said she's totally falling for him... Oooooh well, at least mom and auntie Persey are there to give this klutz a good guide :P Seems like I'll be flying over to Saris quite a bit in the future. I'm gonna miss all these 3 ladies!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight is tomorrow morning 8am. It's kind of a rush cos Isaiah has a meeting to attend to. Now that Quinn is resigning, he'll need to find just as potential replacement as Quinn. I'm totally supportive of you, dearest husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye aye aye... Mrs. Isaiah Berdington from now on. Awzaaaa! &amp;lt;3 okay need to catch some sleep... terribly exhausted these few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-2608410551581829995?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2608410551581829995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-513.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2608410551581829995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2608410551581829995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-513.html' title='Chapter 5.13'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6421207439952413900</id><published>2011-05-26T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:04:32.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.12</title><content type='html'>Mom spilled the news to my grannies... sighs. As expected they wanted it to turn into some sort of royal wedding now. NO I DON'T WANT THAT... So we decided to elope. To Saris to meet mom and Auntie Persey along with Quinn. My most favorite people in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby making project has been halted. We let it flow naturally when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce progress = DONE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to pick my dress now. Aye aye aye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6421207439952413900?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6421207439952413900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-512.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6421207439952413900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6421207439952413900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-512.html' title='Chapter 5.12'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4757248197788660779</id><published>2011-05-26T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:52:19.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.11</title><content type='html'>ISAIAH PROPOSED ISAIAH PROPOSED ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called mom. And we told her that the wedding is gonna be in 3 months she's sooooo excited. Quinn is definitely my maid of honor. Oh Jee... what's next? How do I wanna plan this wedding???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISAIAH PROPOSED ISAIAH PROPOSED ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&amp;nbsp;ISAIAH PROPOSED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4757248197788660779?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4757248197788660779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-511.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4757248197788660779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4757248197788660779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-511.html' title='Chapter 5.11'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3475926348445899508</id><published>2011-05-26T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:49:00.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.10</title><content type='html'>SURPRISE! Guess whom we ran into in the obgyn? HIS EX WIFE. She IS pregnant AGAIN with ANONYMOUS' kid. It's an awkward situation for both of us. We're both caught pregnant and getting pregnant. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the both of them to talk in the corner. As soon as they're done I asked Is how it went, again Is said, "still... she refused to talk." I WAS LIKE ????????! I yelled at her. I lost it totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey, Imelda. Could you please sort this out? This thing between you and Isaiah?"&lt;br /&gt;She: "You mean you're waiting for us to get divorced? Why? Cos you've carried his baby, huh? Sl*t! You're still supposed in school like my kids... but look at you, straying like a chicken."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "EXCUSE ME? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? At least i don't get pregnant around like somebody does! And cheating a guy for a good 20 years that the kids ARE his kids when it's actually NOT! Where's your shame, SL*T?"&lt;br /&gt;She: "EXCUSE ME?????"&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: "Ladies... ladies..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, Is. I want this to be done right here right now. If we could sort this out peacefully and in a right way, why should this always be postponed ALL THE FREAKING TIME?"&lt;br /&gt;She: "He still loves me! He texts me everyday he still loves me. Are you now surprised, young sl*t?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, Isaiah will NOT do this. Please pass on your another cheating exercise to someone else. Please, Imelda. Leave us alone."&lt;br /&gt;She: "Okay, I only want the house and the 3 lands that he's bought over the past few years. It's for the kids."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "and the anonymous baby inside you? ONLY IN YOUR MIND. We're pregnant too! And we're planning to have many kids in the future. So no, you can't take away his belongings while you've been cheating on him."&lt;br /&gt;She: "Is that true, Is? That you guys are expecting baby?"&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;She: "Without marriage, really? What are your parents gonna say? Shame on you."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HEY HEY HEY! Let's just get this sorted out the fastest we could okay."&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: "I don't mind giving you away my current house, if it makes you leave us alone and sign the damned paper."&lt;br /&gt;She: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What do you mean 'NO'?"&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: "You're pregnant with someone else's kid. I am expecting a baby with someone else too. You've cheated on me for god so many years, and I've stayed faithful throughout. I still love Jan and Reed all the same. Where's your shame, Mel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she broke down crying. She's scared of what the future holds for her. Anonymous' baby and two other kids who are barely doing well in school. In the end, all three of us agreed on one decision, that Is would keep the house, but he will feed on that family till Jan and Reed find a job themselves. Signing paper is scheduled next week. WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the obgyn. According to the doctor I'm in need of more greenies to eat. But that isn't really a damned big problem anymore now that the signing-the-paper is almost finalized. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3475926348445899508?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3475926348445899508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-510.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3475926348445899508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3475926348445899508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-510.html' title='Chapter 5.10'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3896816056582826871</id><published>2011-05-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:35:57.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.9</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an urge to tell you this. I have to tell you this. I've been keeping it for awhile it starts to suck me up. Again, Is &amp;amp; his (ex) wife's divorce hasn't been progressing. It's stopped. Eventhough her condition is actually perfectly mint now. That's worrying me sick, and so is the same for Is. Everytime he tried to call her up, she either hung up on him, or just simply refused to talk about this matter. So we're smelling something's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big suspicion is, seems like she's wanting Is' house. Which is quite a spacious one. In short, she wants to dig everything out from him. Oh yeah have I told you she finally really wanted to take both of her children with her? So she uses them as her reason. How sickening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we worked out something. We're trying to get pregnant. Ugh it's so hard for me to get this out, but please hear us out. It's for all our good sakes. We want to have a kid so that she wouldn't have any other stronger reasons to dig all the moolahs out of Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing is, apparently getting pregnant isn't something easy huh!! To be honest we've been trying for months now... but... :( Why. And we can't be married yet either because then all faults would be on Is' side. It's a really difficult situation I hope somebody could help us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment with the obgyn tomorrow... we'll see and pray that it'll all be okay. I'm worried sick!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gH4vMo7oeKs/Td5XNcXc3-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/U2AFO904SBE/s1600/Screenshot-1167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gH4vMo7oeKs/Td5XNcXc3-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/U2AFO904SBE/s400/Screenshot-1167.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-3896816056582826871?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3896816056582826871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-59.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3896816056582826871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3896816056582826871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-59.html' title='Chapter 5.9'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gH4vMo7oeKs/Td5XNcXc3-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/U2AFO904SBE/s72-c/Screenshot-1167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-7634039858160731825</id><published>2011-05-26T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:24:22.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.8</title><content type='html'>So if anybody has heard anything at all, yes, my mom has decided to leave this town with auntie Persey. Technically according to this legacy, she's not allowed to do that, so she promised a comeback. When Quinn and I asked them why, they only said they needed a time together to spend at their dusk age... They're only flying to Saris, to dad's home... and spent quite a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand i'm cheering with glee because of the freedom, on the other hand I think I'm gonna really miss mom. She's the sole person who tells me to do things and stuffs. So anyway... the departure is still next week... I'm feeling mellow already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lovey-dovey department, Is and I are totally doing great! I cooked him breakfast this morning. I told mom there's no class so I was just gonna stay around... heh. =) But he gotta quickly sneak out before anybody came home. So it's a short fun. I really really really do love this guy. Awh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His divorce stage hasn't moved on in a while. Apparently his (ex) wife is sort of falling sick... which made things so much harder to move on from now. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SkRpI_I4NM/Td5UfQdCZvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/WVh1iwNPTds/s1600/Screenshot-1149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SkRpI_I4NM/Td5UfQdCZvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/WVh1iwNPTds/s400/Screenshot-1149.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-7634039858160731825?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7634039858160731825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-58.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7634039858160731825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7634039858160731825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-58.html' title='Chapter 5.8'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SkRpI_I4NM/Td5UfQdCZvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/WVh1iwNPTds/s72-c/Screenshot-1149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1321787826347900873</id><published>2011-05-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:21:30.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.7</title><content type='html'>The confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Quinc, you gotta tell me... are you seeing anyone darling?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh gosh mom what's with youuu?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I know what it feels like... just like your father and I. Totally flushed, innit?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: So who's the guy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Isaiah...?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You mean Isaiah across the street? January and Reed's father?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mom, he's NOT their kids. Long story. But yeah it's him.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Are you serious Quincey? He's double your age! And he's married!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No mom he's getting a divorce. Again. Long story. We're doing well mom, please don't ruin this.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I need to get to know him. NOW. I'm not sending you off to some jerk...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mom, he is NOT a jerk!!!! Please keep the judgmental thoughts to yourself okay? I'll see if he can come over tonight. He's really a good guy trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: whatever...&lt;br /&gt;Me: ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah decided to come to my place for dinner. IT IS SUPER AWKWARD but thank God Quinn was there to kind of melt everything down. Auntie Persey was totally cool with him though, she's all like so what's the future holding for you guys? But mom was like... when's the divorce getting finalized and are you sure about this relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's always the serious type... The night got late before we knew it so I asked Isaiah to stay for the night. Of course without mom knowing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-1321787826347900873?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1321787826347900873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1321787826347900873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1321787826347900873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-57.html' title='Chapter 5.7'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3098965499001375331</id><published>2011-05-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:15:28.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.6</title><content type='html'>He introduced me to January and Reed this evening after dinner. Both of them went, "what? hey! we went to the same school, didn't we?". I had to uncover it at that very moment in front of Isaiah! Gah I was so worried what he could be thinking at that moment. "Is she too young? Am I like a pedophile now?". But guess what, in front of the kids he addressed me as his GIRLFRIEND. Jan and Reed are totally cool with it too, cos technically they're NOT Isaiah's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking better and better of course. He told me that he's never experienced such kind of feeling before. I'm so so so happy... he mentioned about me moving in with him. But i told him that's certainly not possible, because of this legacy pact thing. I wanted to ask him to move in with me, but I'm afraid that mom won't approve of it. She hasn't known about our R/S yet either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrJ3Tkal65E/Td0dBFIeXzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1fht0RYqBxQ/s1600/Screenshot-1145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrJ3Tkal65E/Td0dBFIeXzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1fht0RYqBxQ/s400/Screenshot-1145.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-3098965499001375331?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3098965499001375331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3098965499001375331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3098965499001375331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-56.html' title='Chapter 5.6'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrJ3Tkal65E/Td0dBFIeXzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1fht0RYqBxQ/s72-c/Screenshot-1145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2497607847003897713</id><published>2011-05-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:08:41.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.5</title><content type='html'>What better describes having known the love of your life? Yes the sweetest dream at night that followed after! I'm all amazed by Isaiah, the way he talks, the way he behaves, the way he dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just so so amazing I couldn't believe it. Despite whatever his wife has done to him, he's willing to let go so easily and willing to take care of her kids. Why her kids? Cos it turns out that those are NOT even his kids in the first place! He's just trapped into her scenario until both kids turned five. Brava to that lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're filing a divorce *yay! what?*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_XxVTAK2xD0/Td0bbbpvN2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/vCFemJ88Wlg/s1600/Screenshot-1135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_XxVTAK2xD0/Td0bbbpvN2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/vCFemJ88Wlg/s400/Screenshot-1135.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning mom also asked something really really suspicious. "Are you seeing anybody? You seem happier". I couldn't say anything... because she would preach on everything about Medical school again. So I told her no I didn't. Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-2497607847003897713?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2497607847003897713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-55.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2497607847003897713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2497607847003897713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-55.html' title='Chapter 5.5'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_XxVTAK2xD0/Td0bbbpvN2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/vCFemJ88Wlg/s72-c/Screenshot-1135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-728747130601367264</id><published>2011-05-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:04:14.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.4</title><content type='html'>Speaking of... that guy from neighborhood, I finally got to know his name! No I wasn't friends with neither January or Reed (they're new here). But apparently, Quinn happens to know Isaiah, that's the name! Best of all, they are working together on a special project right now, some sort of campaign for the next election. Quinn is supporting Isaiah as a candidate by doing up all the communication stuffs. So yeah. Quinn smelt something fishy as soon as I asked around about Isaiah, but so close that we are, she could definitely tell that I have a thing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGoYK8UxO1w/Td0aQQGY3yI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HYXnffPaW6M/s1600/Screenshot-1125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGoYK8UxO1w/Td0aQQGY3yI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HYXnffPaW6M/s400/Screenshot-1125.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Quinn though, Isaiah isn't really that bad a guy. He just happened to got married to his wife at really really young age (19!) because his wife got pregnant... sighs. Whatever it is, I told Quinn that please introduce us to each other by hook or by crook. I am really really interested in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the academic side, despite mom's insistence, I'm continuing my Fishery class. I have had more than 10 little aquariums at home. All of the fishes were manually caught through my own study. I'm planning to breed them and crossbreed too. And all the carcasses go as fertilizers for my plants. I'm also researching on plant study, concentrating on fruit trees. It's really really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlXSHzTzcOo/Td0aZPMBeVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QKzM5Cd6ZwY/s1600/Screenshot-1127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlXSHzTzcOo/Td0aZPMBeVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QKzM5Cd6ZwY/s400/Screenshot-1127.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, Isaiah loves gardening too! *beaming eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-728747130601367264?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/728747130601367264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-54.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/728747130601367264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/728747130601367264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-54.html' title='Chapter 5.4'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGoYK8UxO1w/Td0aQQGY3yI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HYXnffPaW6M/s72-c/Screenshot-1125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-8626809113940588810</id><published>2011-05-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:55:22.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.3</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of in a row with mom. I told her I loveeeeeeeed fishing and gardening so much but she just wouldn't budge and kept telling me to go to Medical school. I really miss dad :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuZzz1ObD_E/Td0YH6TijSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/VNJzWEK0Z4E/s1600/Screenshot-1119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuZzz1ObD_E/Td0YH6TijSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/VNJzWEK0Z4E/s400/Screenshot-1119.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the other hand, auntie Persey has been advising me to get married soon. I can't imagine what Quinn is going through with mom like her! I don't even have a boyfriend yet!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9onjWuE1MY4/Td0YTNFir9I/AAAAAAAAAgo/u7OzUWrcN8E/s1600/Screenshot-1123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9onjWuE1MY4/Td0YTNFir9I/AAAAAAAAAgo/u7OzUWrcN8E/s400/Screenshot-1123.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this guy from the neighborhood, but he seemed so out of reach! Hahahaha. Okay first thing, he's married. (I KNOW), and secondly, hm, his wife is sort of hanging out with other guy too out there. Best part, they have two kids who used to be my classmates; January and Reed. Too complicated? Very, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he so attractive to me? I don't know really... I just have a thing for mature guy I suppose. Eeeeek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-8626809113940588810?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8626809113940588810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8626809113940588810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8626809113940588810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-53.html' title='Chapter 5.3'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuZzz1ObD_E/Td0YH6TijSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/VNJzWEK0Z4E/s72-c/Screenshot-1119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1425924354050225970</id><published>2011-05-25T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:48:09.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.2</title><content type='html'>Some said that I'm fortunate to have been Jack's daughter, I don't have to worry about money, I don't have to worry about not having the best in everything in the world. Well, guess what dad, they're right. It's so shocking to know that you're no longer breathing as I stepped into your room this morning. But I will remember your advice always that I should go for what I really want in my life and that I should respect everyone's decision and quit being a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad. As i'm writing this, mama is still mourning over this great loss. She told me you're the highlight of her life and you're the best thing that has ever happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7MAB-MUxU4/Td0WNn5rxEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/8QpxPdBSzCo/s1600/Screenshot-1109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7MAB-MUxU4/Td0WNn5rxEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/8QpxPdBSzCo/s400/Screenshot-1109.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-1425924354050225970?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1425924354050225970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1425924354050225970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1425924354050225970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-52.html' title='Chapter 5.2'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7MAB-MUxU4/Td0WNn5rxEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/8QpxPdBSzCo/s72-c/Screenshot-1109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1538389321241892836</id><published>2011-01-14T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:38:41.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5.1</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. Quincey here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to start writing this.. er.. Anyhoo, I got a pretty bad news to start with. Daddy's health has been worsening, he's now in the hospital on IV and mama has been the one taking care of him every single day. So proud of my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really go to visit him everyday cos I'm facing finals at school. Just in case u're wondering, I'm taking Fishery lesson. Yes it happens in Sims world, we are fabulous like that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright gotta go back to studies.. Quinn is shouting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-1538389321241892836?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1538389321241892836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1538389321241892836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1538389321241892836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-51.html' title='Chapter 5.1'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-7464368545420175612</id><published>2011-01-14T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:35:51.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.30</title><content type='html'>Our young lady finally turned 20! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you still see the sisterly love? It's so lovely innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, I'd like to announce that this journal will be handed over to Quincey... this will be my last entry... take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBfLlfCDRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WEaVKoGPAJY/s1600/Screenshot-1096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBfLlfCDRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WEaVKoGPAJY/s400/Screenshot-1096.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBfOSd772I/AAAAAAAAAgY/l-wIEnHuL-o/s1600/Screenshot-1097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBfOSd772I/AAAAAAAAAgY/l-wIEnHuL-o/s400/Screenshot-1097.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-7464368545420175612?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7464368545420175612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-430.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7464368545420175612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7464368545420175612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-430.html' title='Chapter 4.30'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBfLlfCDRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WEaVKoGPAJY/s72-c/Screenshot-1096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1660102130639363065</id><published>2011-01-14T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:33:58.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.29</title><content type='html'>Quincey won an international competition in fishing today! We're all so proud of her!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is bringing her to Saris to celebrate... and jokingly we asked if she'd like to bring along her boyfriend. She was like "What boyfrieeeenndddd??" We know that she's been seeing this guy named Kale from her school. But knowing that we wouldn't approve it, she's denying the fact. Well Kale's father is the one that Pepita got married to. You know, to avoid complication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... she's been such a grown young woman. She's turning 20 soon. Wow. Has it been 20 years alreadyyyy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-1660102130639363065?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1660102130639363065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-429.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1660102130639363065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1660102130639363065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-429.html' title='Chapter 4.29'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5658182377187269625</id><published>2011-01-14T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:29:21.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.28</title><content type='html'>So sorry for the lack of writing. Jack's health hasn't been at its best. He fell sick shortly after Quincey turned 12, heart disease it is. The diagnosis from doctor has been all good though, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincey is now a bouncy teenager who can't sit still. AT ALL. Strange how Quinn and she could be such good friends. We can all definitely see the sisterly love in them. Quinn is a delicate woman who wants everything to be done properly, and boy when she speaks, the whole world just wants to listen to her voice. Look at Quincey. We made her wear dress (cos otherwise she's best friend with the baggy pants!) and there she was running across town like nobody's watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBcydH_v0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/rPjiNJAW75Y/s1600/Screenshot-1023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBcydH_v0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/rPjiNJAW75Y/s400/Screenshot-1023.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBc0ymYDeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XppfO01cTZc/s1600/Screenshot-1056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBc0ymYDeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XppfO01cTZc/s400/Screenshot-1056.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you when she was young, she thought that Quinn was her mommy? We never applied that kind of buddy system to them, but it just kinda ran. Funny, cute, and it's happening. ;) Quinn has been engaged to this wonderful guy from the neighborhood, Phil, and they're marrying next year. As decided by Quinn herself, she's moving out from this house as soon as she gets married. She would really love Persey to come along with her... but maybe only after she gets a grandchild for Persey as a bribe. BTW, aunt O passed on 2 years back because of old age. Pepita was down with depression, but I guess it just ran in the gene that she got married shortly after, to a married man. Oh well I've got nothing to say. So now the house is only the five of us. It's lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5658182377187269625?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5658182377187269625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-428.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5658182377187269625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5658182377187269625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-428.html' title='Chapter 4.28'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TTBcydH_v0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/rPjiNJAW75Y/s72-c/Screenshot-1023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3239188869320251114</id><published>2011-01-10T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:08:49.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.27</title><content type='html'>One blink of an eye, now Quincey is already at 4th grade. Boy is she such a mischievous kid! She's born with adventurous trait that she inherits from Jack and she has a big flair for fishing! I guess that runs down from my dad... Jack's saying to put her in fishing competition and see if she could win something. I told her that school would still be her priority though. She's not one of those Ivy League kid, but she's pretty brilliant for her age. She's been saving money to buy more aquariums... I can't decide if it's cute or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvJjjww3FI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ASjLP919Uos/s1600/Screenshot-1011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvJjjww3FI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ASjLP919Uos/s400/Screenshot-1011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvJtdUSx8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/e2QYaS4i6n8/s1600/Screenshot-1020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvJtdUSx8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/e2QYaS4i6n8/s400/Screenshot-1020.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-3239188869320251114?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3239188869320251114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-427.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3239188869320251114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3239188869320251114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-427.html' title='Chapter 4.27'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvJjjww3FI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ASjLP919Uos/s72-c/Screenshot-1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4176863410494956115</id><published>2011-01-10T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:57:52.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.26</title><content type='html'>We're back from our Saris trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack initiated another baby while we're there, but I told him no. He's at his ripe age and Quincey is growing up, I wouldn't have the strength to carry another one... Thank God he understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincey is learning how to talk now. For a toddler at her age, it's amazing what she could already say... "Maamaa no blohkolee.." She hates veggie. Dislikes is too mild a word! =) She occasionally asks about her grammy and grampa, so we brought her for a visit to her grandparent's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's brother just had a triplets a while ago so obviously they are more fond of the triplets rather than Quincey. Well it doesn't matter. I'm only doing my job as a mom. Quincey is excited for her first nursery class next week. Me too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4176863410494956115?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4176863410494956115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-426.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4176863410494956115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4176863410494956115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-426.html' title='Chapter 4.26'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1549064923329483134</id><published>2011-01-10T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:51:59.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.25</title><content type='html'>We lost baby 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work stress was a huge burden for me because I had been absent from it for almost a year and getting back to it was quite difficult for me. Team reshuffling seconded why, because I now had a rather uptight team to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened last month. I guess I will just have to learn to let go. Maybe it's just not meant to be. We just found out the sex of the baby too, it's another girl and we'd planned to name her Querra. Be a good angel now Querra. Mommy and daddy already miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family is in deep pain and mournful moods... Jack is taking me to Saris again next week to refresh. I've already decided to quit my job too. This is for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-1549064923329483134?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1549064923329483134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-425.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1549064923329483134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1549064923329483134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-425.html' title='Chapter 4.25'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1971378136984116667</id><published>2011-01-10T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:45:56.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.24</title><content type='html'>As if one baby was not enough, here I am already with another Jack-ling inside. Currently 5 weeks and growing :) I decided not to pamper myself much with this second pregnancy, I go to work as usual. I believe the positive element will help to ease all my sickening morning sicknesses away. What's wonderful of all is I don't need to hire a babysitter for Quincey because I have aunty O, Pepita, Persey and Quinn who would take turn to take care of her. The house will be crazy mess if we added another Quincey by next year. That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is a bit less busy at work so he's been training much in the gym room. He's reaching a ripe age soon so he just wants to make sure his health is at prime. Welcoming baby two really helps everyone to act more positively *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvDWpqZBnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/azGXu7brOII/s1600/Screenshot-920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvDWpqZBnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/azGXu7brOII/s400/Screenshot-920.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey and auntie O have been having rows against one another. It started with Auntie O's opinion on Persey's decision to send Quinn to business school. She kept on saying that Quinn should have her own right to decide what she wants, not what Persey wants. Well, I have not much say in this because I don't want to seem like I'm on anyone's side. Quinn is a brilliant kid at school and she's apparently doing well in her Business course. I don't know what is the big trouble for Auntie O, perhaps according to her Quinn should not follow such a ubiquitous role so it's easy for her to find a career later on. Anyhow, I hope they will cool down soon because it's rather stressing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvEVirUMcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZSjV6tT_SS8/s1600/Screenshot-922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvEVirUMcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZSjV6tT_SS8/s400/Screenshot-922.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-1971378136984116667?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1971378136984116667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-424.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1971378136984116667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1971378136984116667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-424.html' title='Chapter 4.24'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSvDWpqZBnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/azGXu7brOII/s72-c/Screenshot-920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4681988621456759197</id><published>2011-01-07T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:49:33.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSdkVuh0wBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/p6Uuk-kq7BQ/s1600/Screenshot-938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSdkVuh0wBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/p6Uuk-kq7BQ/s400/Screenshot-938.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSdkaCuoqAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Q8tVAhC8SYI/s1600/Screenshot-916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSdkaCuoqAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Q8tVAhC8SYI/s400/Screenshot-916.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSdkjZgFAlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HEsZjmb_VQM/s1600/Screenshot-934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSdkjZgFAlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HEsZjmb_VQM/s400/Screenshot-934.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being a mother is really such a beautiful gift. Quincey is a bit of a crybaby and is quite persistent with things that she really wants. I guess this runs in the Chopin legacy ;) But I've really been enjoying motherhood. Breastfeeding her just feels so amazing to me. I'm thankful for Persey's existence in the house too, she's been through this so she knows more than me. Initially Jack's mom suggested us to have 3 babysitters just to take care of her; one to care about her food nutrition, one to care for her hygiene, and the other one to decide what type of fashion she should be wearing. It's... too too much, no? Anyway she herself hasn't even come once to take a look at her own granddaughter. I guess that's why Jack is a little bit oblivious to his parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, Jack has been a wonderful husband and father. Though he has to work till late almost every night, he always tries to be with us on weekends. It's terribly hard for me when he's not around, especially at night. There were many times when I reached the point that I felt I couldn't take it anymore. Quincey can be quite difficult sometimes... but she's still my precious daughter. I'm grateful for her presence every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I did change my hairdo. Enough with the long hair feminine look, time for a change :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4681988621456759197?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4681988621456759197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-423.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4681988621456759197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4681988621456759197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-423.html' title='Chapter 4.23'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSdkVuh0wBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/p6Uuk-kq7BQ/s72-c/Screenshot-938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2657737377294830997</id><published>2011-01-07T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T04:52:15.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.22</title><content type='html'>Finally I'm back to writing this journal again! It's been months, pardon my absence but my pregnancy was really too much for me to handle. The fishing routine that we did quite helped a bit, and I'm really grateful for my husband Jack who's been with me through all these. Despite all the hardships though, the delivery was really smooth. My water broke as I was gagging out during one of my morning sicknesses, I felt so liberated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack quickly drove home and brought me to the hospital. Persey was out for a training during the week, so it's really only Jack. Pepita and aunt O were just plainly not amused. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a baby girl! Quincey Chopin... Welcome her, people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TScMVWt0sgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nYIqslJzJ-Q/s1600/Screenshot-902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TScMVWt0sgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nYIqslJzJ-Q/s400/Screenshot-902.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: If other women are having post-natal depression, I'm having post-natal euphoria. :) Now I can eat up to my stomach's content! WoOohHoOoooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-2657737377294830997?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2657737377294830997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-422.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2657737377294830997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2657737377294830997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-422.html' title='Chapter 4.22'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TScMVWt0sgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nYIqslJzJ-Q/s72-c/Screenshot-902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4319607149723400974</id><published>2011-01-07T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T04:43:29.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.21</title><content type='html'>Entering second trimester only makes me feel more horrible. Every morning is started with morning sickness, and it goes on for not only once, but couple of times till the afternoon. I could impossibly eat anything. This sucks. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said my condition is pretty bad for a pregnant woman, thus he issued me a certificate to state that I'm not fit for work till I give birth. Therefore, I've been stay-at-home mommy-to-be... I know my job could be very demanding, but that's the only way for me to spend my days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing I look forward to in a day is just when Jack comes home and Persey to cook us dinner. According to Persey, one therapeutic way to ease my pregnancy obstacles is by going fishing. Something that I've really never done at all in my life. So apparently Pepita inherits that talent from our dad, so she's bringing me to go fishing this weekend along with Persey. All three of us are close, but there's still an invisible barrier between Pepita and us. I hope it'll slowly subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TScKYLqw-XI/AAAAAAAAAfo/DnzQEfjZAVc/s1600/Screenshot-883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TScKYLqw-XI/AAAAAAAAAfo/DnzQEfjZAVc/s400/Screenshot-883.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-4319607149723400974?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4319607149723400974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-421.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4319607149723400974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4319607149723400974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-421.html' title='Chapter 4.21'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TScKYLqw-XI/AAAAAAAAAfo/DnzQEfjZAVc/s72-c/Screenshot-883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6834658331310280302</id><published>2011-01-03T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:46:02.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.20</title><content type='html'>Due to some carelessness and too much of passion and playfulness, hereby we announce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE'RE EXPECTING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knowwwwwww that I just mentioned a week ago that baby was not (yet) in our agenda, but who can help the newlywed when it comes to such kind of thing? Though it's rather unexpected, we're happy to the max nonetheless. This fantastic news comes in a package with other good news. I've just been promoted to be the Vice CEO of the company! Woohoo! They tripled my salary and decided to give me extra off days for the year. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember how I changed 5 wedding planners a month ago? I was sooo caught up in anxious and angry mood almost everyday. It's not their faults, because they're the top-notches in town. I guess I should've known it earlier that I was already pregnant with this little Jack-ling inside. I couldn't eat well, in fact I lost about 3kgs prior to the big day (all in a month!) and I got lethargic really easily. Persey had been telling me that I could be preggo, but I kept defying her words because I always thought we had it safe (yeah only safe in my own mind apparently) :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is exciting. ;) Btw, it's been growing inside of me for 10 weeks now. Another 30 more to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6834658331310280302?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6834658331310280302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-420.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6834658331310280302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6834658331310280302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-420.html' title='Chapter 4.20'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5064691033492062226</id><published>2011-01-03T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:34:39.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.19</title><content type='html'>We're both back to work today, after having 3 full months off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to postpone our honeymoon to maybe next year, cos we're just done with one not long ago and now just want to concentrate on our jobs. Our resolution is to make it to the top level in our careers, which means more moolah and more opportunities to have fun in the future ;) Baby? Nahhhh not in our agenda yet. Enjoying our newly wed chapter at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn is entering high school now and while she couldn't determine what major she should take, Persey suggested her to take up Business. Because that's what both Persey and Uncle Ocean are lacking, knowledge in business. I think it's quite a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5064691033492062226?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5064691033492062226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-419.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5064691033492062226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5064691033492062226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-419.html' title='Chapter 4.19'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3365052607929793109</id><published>2011-01-03T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:24:29.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.18</title><content type='html'>WE . ARE . MARRIED! WoOhOoOooOoOoOo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSGjXjEZphI/AAAAAAAAAfc/d65Dk1WQ234/s1600/Screenshot-860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSGjXjEZphI/AAAAAAAAAfc/d65Dk1WQ234/s400/Screenshot-860.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSGjfoCfFJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/mBs6UF9xjvc/s1600/Screenshot-857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSGjfoCfFJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/mBs6UF9xjvc/s400/Screenshot-857.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the celebration at Jack's place. And as how 'authoritative' his parents could be, he's asked to change his hairdo. Something neater and, i feel that he's looking hawt with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSGjzRvWf0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/2ybfetCfSzA/s1600/Screenshot-867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSGjzRvWf0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/2ybfetCfSzA/s400/Screenshot-867.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-3365052607929793109?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3365052607929793109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-418.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3365052607929793109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3365052607929793109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-418.html' title='Chapter 4.18'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TSGjXjEZphI/AAAAAAAAAfc/d65Dk1WQ234/s72-c/Screenshot-860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5055633595280151485</id><published>2010-12-22T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T04:56:27.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.17</title><content type='html'>Meet my wedding planner, Mrs. Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that Jack's family has recommended. I really should trust their taste since beginning. Prior to Mrs. Jones, I consulted with 5 other planners (FIVE! talk about the perfectionist in me!) but none of them could meet what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at what Mrs. Jones has suggested for the wedding dress. So beautiful, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TRH1bvnRJyI/AAAAAAAAAew/Epql_KiPKf0/s1600/Screenshot-854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TRH1bvnRJyI/AAAAAAAAAew/Epql_KiPKf0/s400/Screenshot-854.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The venue will be held at both my place and Jack's. There'll be nothing fancy about the one at my place. Persey will be the exec chef of the day (proud of you sissy!) and Uncle O's band is going to come and play wedding songs, all for free! I would prefer it this way, 'cos this is how my family tradition works. As for the one at Jack's place, it's gonna be crazily extravagant. His siblings are flying back in their own helicopters to attend our wedding. (actually that's gonna be my first time meeting them!). The party will take place mainly at their garden and swimming pool areas. How many invitees? FIVE Thousand. I don't spell it wrongly. Out of FIVE THOUSANDS I only know the parents. LOL LOL. Thus I'm not so into it. Neither is Jack. But if we're not to do it, the parents will surely be upset. So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the big day is only one month away by the way... We don't see the point of doing it any later, so yes. :) EXCITEMENT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5055633595280151485?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5055633595280151485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-417.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5055633595280151485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5055633595280151485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-417.html' title='Chapter 4.17'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TRH1bvnRJyI/AAAAAAAAAew/Epql_KiPKf0/s72-c/Screenshot-854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3018662050297658348</id><published>2010-12-22T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T04:44:25.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.16</title><content type='html'>As soon as I landed this morning, I quickly rushed to tell Aunt Od about my good news. Still gotta respect her cos she's the eldest in the house now. Persey was still the first person to know of course. I phoned her right away that night, and we both burst into tears. Ain't she the most lovable sissy on earth ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TRHx7cqsjaI/AAAAAAAAAes/2-prpW1wx2U/s1600/Screenshot-853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TRHx7cqsjaI/AAAAAAAAAes/2-prpW1wx2U/s400/Screenshot-853.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I decided on anything, Jack already introduced me to the wedding planner that has taken care of all the family's wedding events. It kinda pissed me off at first, because then I wouldn't have any choice anymore. What if my princess-like wedding dream is killed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, honey... we can always change if you don't like her. She's currently the top-ranked planner in town, let's see what she could offer us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alllllright. As I'm still practically on off day, I would be going around the town with Persey tomorrow to scout for some ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking time... sighs. I wish I could steal one of the butlers! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3018662050297658348?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3018662050297658348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-416.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3018662050297658348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3018662050297658348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-416.html' title='Chapter 4.16'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TRHx7cqsjaI/AAAAAAAAAes/2-prpW1wx2U/s72-c/Screenshot-853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5145203515056739199</id><published>2010-12-22T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T04:23:32.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.15</title><content type='html'>As many of you would have guessed, he popped the question. Done in Jack's way. Extravagant one! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me to this restaurant that could see the entire Saris from top. He had the whole restaurant reserved. The decoration was adorned in elegant white and red colors. He knows I love lilies, so lilies were the flower that dominated the room design, coupled with some roses. A quartet was playing my favorite songs throughout. And as soon as we finished my favorite dessert, he knelt and asked, "Polly Chopin, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst into tears as he said that. How I wish I could phone mom away to tell her this amazing news. At that very moment i missed her so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jack :) My future name. :) :) I had the most amazing night ever. We're flying back to Sims town next week, and what's next? Wedding planning!!! *frantic*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5145203515056739199?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5145203515056739199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-415.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5145203515056739199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5145203515056739199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-415.html' title='Chapter 4.15'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-640255625314070610</id><published>2010-12-20T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:15:46.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.14</title><content type='html'>Hello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating from the chateau at Saris. Our vacay has been very wonderful. During our times at the beach resort, we're treated like king and queen endlessly. Greeted by a team of A-list butlers as we stepped on the resort, we're briefly taken around the compound to view all the amenities available... such as XL-sized jacuzzi that's available for only the 2 of us 24/7 with transparent glass as the ceiling (yes that means we could gaze at the stars while having our jacuzzi!!), aromatherapy spa, library that's 3x bigger than the town library in Sim town!, buffet pastries and alcohols, personalized chefs based on diets, etc. etc. It's absolute haven for any girls in this world! We just arrived in Saris this morning, and it turned out that Jack's parents are here for a short trip too. I met John and Helena. First impression? Just not impressed! Haha. The moment they found out that I'm an ordinary scientist without any spare moolahs to spend, they sort of looked down on me, but who cares when the son is already in love with me right? Teehee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8eIFYH2gI/AAAAAAAAAek/T0SlbCRJqjA/s1600/Screenshot-826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8eIFYH2gI/AAAAAAAAAek/T0SlbCRJqjA/s400/Screenshot-826.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8ePdDpqhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0CyxmV4H95A/s1600/Screenshot-825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8ePdDpqhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0CyxmV4H95A/s400/Screenshot-825.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately though we're spending the night at different chateaus (but boy the parents have really loud 'night'!) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be in Saris for only 2 days. Jack said that's the best way to enjoy Saris, because when it's too long, we could have lost the romance side of it. I got to dress up for tonight cos he's saying it's gonna be one wonderful memorable night. Woooo. I'm really really excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-640255625314070610?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/640255625314070610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-414.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/640255625314070610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/640255625314070610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-414.html' title='Chapter 4.14'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8eIFYH2gI/AAAAAAAAAek/T0SlbCRJqjA/s72-c/Screenshot-826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3136904662691990709</id><published>2010-12-20T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:25:54.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.13</title><content type='html'>Persey's family is still trying to stand up from the loss of Uncle O in the family. God knows how much they love each other and how much the parents' presence mean to Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey and Quinn have been accompanying each other every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8Sd4tOpbI/AAAAAAAAAec/AxsgW84zmOY/s1600/Screenshot-814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8Sd4tOpbI/AAAAAAAAAec/AxsgW84zmOY/s400/Screenshot-814.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must salute how Persey chooses to continue her life, despite the loss of the dear one. Normally Uncle O would send and pick her up from work, regardless of what time it was... then would go out to dine while waiting for Quinn to finish her class. But now that he's gone, Persey has to do them all alone, but still following the same formula. Have coffee/dinner somewhere and then pick Quinn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8S81FsHYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DRgUoEQuDgY/s1600/Screenshot-822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8S81FsHYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DRgUoEQuDgY/s400/Screenshot-822.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's amazing what love can do to you, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3136904662691990709?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3136904662691990709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-413.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3136904662691990709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3136904662691990709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-413.html' title='Chapter 4.13'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQ8Sd4tOpbI/AAAAAAAAAec/AxsgW84zmOY/s72-c/Screenshot-814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3817122014766071264</id><published>2010-12-17T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T08:12:50.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.12</title><content type='html'>Enough with the Isaiah's topic. The moment I saw the invitation, I threw it away to the trashbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note, Jack and I have been officially together now. Well, since that incident which I addressed him as 'boyfriend' actually. He said he's been the happiest man alive since. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, we've been together for about 1 month now. Next month we both take one month off to go for our first vacay together. We'll be flying off to this exclusive beach to spend 3 days there. He is a regular member to one of the top class hotels there and for this year he's got a share of super suite room he's yet to use. Since his last girlfriend whom he broke up with 3 years back, he hasn't been going there at all. "Cos it's too romantic to be alone there." Next stop, we're flying to the most romantic place on Sims world called Srance. We're going to stay in Saris for a week. He owns a chateau there, so accommodation really isn't a problem. It's facing the famous River Siviera too. He said I'm going to love it much there. Next stop is we're going to Some, another exotic and romantic place. I've been wanting to visit all these places actually. Now it finally takes off to be real! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to groom myself really well before our 'honey-moon'. That includes getting another new tidier haircut, lose 5 kg to fit in my bikini, yay. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3817122014766071264?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3817122014766071264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-412.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3817122014766071264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3817122014766071264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-412.html' title='Chapter 4.12'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4165019192142453480</id><published>2010-12-17T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:59:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.11</title><content type='html'>Isaiah came to visit last night. He heard of Uncle O's passing and came to pay his sympathy. At the same time, he also spread the wedding invitation to us. After which, he dragged me to the corner of the room and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry of hurting you, Polly. I just have to do this."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"She's having our baby."&lt;br /&gt;"So, wait. You've been with her all these while even when we're sort of seeing each other?"&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe this, Is. I thought all we had was near perfection. We got along so well and being with you was all I looked forward to. Alas, behind me. You're having sex with your ex girlfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you that way."&lt;br /&gt;"Then in what way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, Jack jumped into our conversation too. I had to quickly introduce them to each other before Jack smelled something suspicious. I addressed him as "boyfriend", funnily enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4165019192142453480?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4165019192142453480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-411.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4165019192142453480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4165019192142453480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-411.html' title='Chapter 4.11'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4476233178398983658</id><published>2010-12-17T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:39:55.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.10</title><content type='html'>It's during this bad time too, Jack came to the rescue the most. Jack was the guy I was talking about, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having studied Psychology, he's been our sole confidant to the family. Without whose consolation, we wouldn't have been able to stand up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him from this concert that I went to a couple of weeks back. He's few years older than me and is the owner of his own clinic. Don't look at his wardrobe though, he's the humblest guy I've ever come upon. Because of this incident, we're so close now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuEQd6LHrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CXeA-dejHnM/s1600/Screenshot-848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuEQd6LHrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CXeA-dejHnM/s400/Screenshot-848.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blessing in disguise? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4476233178398983658?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4476233178398983658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-410.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4476233178398983658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4476233178398983658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-410.html' title='Chapter 4.10'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuEQd6LHrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CXeA-dejHnM/s72-c/Screenshot-848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1383936607618315596</id><published>2010-12-17T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:34:29.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.9</title><content type='html'>Uncle O passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too much of a sudden news really. I'm still trying very hard to grasp myself upon this. It's just last week we went out together for Quinn's 16th birthday. Now he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this annual concert together, and while driving home, Uncle O was apparently very drunk. He had too much of celebration because the concert fund that they gathered for this year made up to twice their target. Colleagues couldn't stop congratulating him. It's when he was going home it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey couldn't retain herself really. Neither could Quinn. I've been trying to hold them back up. Thanks to Pepita and aunt O too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuCtliukeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/d9qZR9w4i7k/s1600/Screenshot-810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuCtliukeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/d9qZR9w4i7k/s400/Screenshot-810.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuCzQGM9SI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rK5YhXo_ZyM/s1600/Screenshot-819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuCzQGM9SI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rK5YhXo_ZyM/s400/Screenshot-819.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuC74zkDCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/B-gPgkIR6Ao/s1600/Screenshot-841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuC74zkDCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/B-gPgkIR6Ao/s400/Screenshot-841.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still can't believe this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-1383936607618315596?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1383936607618315596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1383936607618315596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1383936607618315596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-49.html' title='Chapter 4.9'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuCtliukeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/d9qZR9w4i7k/s72-c/Screenshot-810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-980753107004410982</id><published>2010-12-17T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:28:06.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.8</title><content type='html'>I turn the big 3-0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuBL3NLJsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gVgWj_fsvUA/s1600/Screenshot-780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuBL3NLJsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gVgWj_fsvUA/s400/Screenshot-780.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I'm going to make the fullest of what's in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did though, was to go get a new haircut. Something similar to Persey, but dudette is blessed with the ginger color she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction with my big day, my little niece Quinn also turned 16. Being on tight budget, Persey and Uncle O couldn't throw her the bash she's been wanting. But we're bringing her out for a surprised dinner tonight! She's really pretty just like Persey. And such a nice happy family they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuBXDaEOzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xGqfVgi9Wzo/s1600/Screenshot-788.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuBXDaEOzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xGqfVgi9Wzo/s400/Screenshot-788.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, somebody's bringing me out for my big 3-0 celebration too. Details letter. Gotta on up my mascara and go out in a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-980753107004410982?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/980753107004410982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/980753107004410982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/980753107004410982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-48.html' title='Chapter 4.8'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuBL3NLJsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gVgWj_fsvUA/s72-c/Screenshot-780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-116340744936874618</id><published>2010-12-17T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:22:37.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.7</title><content type='html'>Each one of us has finally moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt9pbVijCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/k1_4E0w3I4Y/s1600/Screenshot-766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt9pbVijCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/k1_4E0w3I4Y/s400/Screenshot-766.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt9v7iEILI/AAAAAAAAAd4/B5ndEZYo9dI/s1600/Screenshot-768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt9v7iEILI/AAAAAAAAAd4/B5ndEZYo9dI/s400/Screenshot-768.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt93JYeWuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mThudYoIo8c/s1600/Screenshot-769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt93JYeWuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mThudYoIo8c/s400/Screenshot-769.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful little Quinn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isaiah and I... hh... we ended it even before it began. Janice and him are officially back together, and rumor has it at the workplace that they're tying the knot very soon. Is didn't even bother to come to talk to me after that. How broken hearted I am.. no word could ever describe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good thing that now we have a "girl chatroom" held amongst all the women in the house weekly at the park. I poured out everything to the ladies. From how we met till how we ended. I've not written any single thing about that have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuAMD6KAfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3caWb14cK9I/s1600/Screenshot-774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQuAMD6KAfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3caWb14cK9I/s400/Screenshot-774.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is and I met at this Science conference back then. I was the assistant organizer while he is also part of the team. We had to work closely because he had to source out for the suppliers while I had to coordinate the team. Just so happen that we had to go out just by ourselves pretty often to run errands. We just clicked in every conversation. It felt so warm to be around him. I was so shy to admit that I liked him, because it'd be my first time in my life. (I know).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It grew into a weekly kind of thing gradually. He would ask me out, for just a simple dinner or movie. We both like Middle eastern cuisine, so all we'd been doing is just trying the restaurants out one by one every week. I had to say when Friday came, all I looked forward to was just end of day. So that I could quickly see him again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He almost never talked about Janice and his relationship. Which carried me to thinking that they're really over. But how wrong had I been. It's only recently I learnt that actually he'd been contacting Janice discreetly when we're still 'together'. Mom played a role too, because she tried to persuade both parties. But I can't blame mom for she didn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, our 'relationship' started to fade when I spotted him going out with Janice the other day. I tried to ask him what's going on, but he's been saying that I was suspecting him. That I was all negative.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But oh boy guess what's the next thing I know? They're tying the knot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arrrrgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-116340744936874618?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/116340744936874618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/116340744936874618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/116340744936874618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-47.html' title='Chapter 4.7'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt9pbVijCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/k1_4E0w3I4Y/s72-c/Screenshot-766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-7682327489979797101</id><published>2010-12-17T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T06:56:52.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.6</title><content type='html'>Mom has left to visit dad yesterday. (well, if she finally agrees with us calling him 'dad' still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a serene and peaceful kind of passing. Persey and I were left in awful speechless situation. We're brought up by her own two hands. She went through her tough marriage life no matter what. She's a strong woman by whom I'll always be inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey seems to be having hard time letting it go. Especially now that Quinn also comes to learn the new term 'death' in her vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt6K8ST0SI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rmZxmlzA9JA/s1600/Screenshot-750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt6K8ST0SI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rmZxmlzA9JA/s400/Screenshot-750.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-7682327489979797101?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7682327489979797101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7682327489979797101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7682327489979797101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-46.html' title='Chapter 4.6'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt6K8ST0SI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rmZxmlzA9JA/s72-c/Screenshot-750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5267501162798737352</id><published>2010-12-17T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T06:52:39.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.5</title><content type='html'>Mom has been sick. She's been refusing to eat. "Just not in the mood", she said. She's been confiding a lot in me that she has already started to feel old and yet she's so worried about her two daughters. I'm still not married, while Persey and the family is still so dependent on money. They are on the right track, but lots of times mom spots that Uncle Ocean looks sad, especially when it's early of the month when bills start to come in. But I told her everything's surely gonna be fine. Due to Uncle O &amp;amp; Persey's jobs, it's gonna be hard for them to become really rich. But as long as they're happy, we should be happy for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt4f_9AcSI/AAAAAAAAAds/u5YZdOle0U4/s1600/Screenshot-758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt4f_9AcSI/AAAAAAAAAds/u5YZdOle0U4/s400/Screenshot-758.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Persey made mom's favorite dimsum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Little Quinn has been a princess in the house. She picks up things very quickly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isaiah and me haven't been in speaking term since weeks ago. He seems to agree to patch up back with Janice. I'm sad. But I've really got nothing to say if it really does happen. We spent quite a good time before though. He brought me to this really romantic place by the bay. We dined at this really expensive restaurant (which I shouldn't tell Persey I went there, 'cos it's her restaurant's nemesis) overlooking the entire Sims town. After dinner, he brought me walking by the way. Just the two of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5267501162798737352?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5267501162798737352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5267501162798737352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5267501162798737352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-45.html' title='Chapter 4.5'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TQt4f_9AcSI/AAAAAAAAAds/u5YZdOle0U4/s72-c/Screenshot-758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6608579397001017375</id><published>2010-07-08T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T05:37:35.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.4</title><content type='html'>Quinn is a no-fuss baby. Persey is quite lucky to have her as daughter, we all take turns of taking care of Quinn, because Persey and uncle Ocean simply can't afford a babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TDW6dLQXyNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Et6cHOxWywk/s1600/Screenshot-737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TDW6dLQXyNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Et6cHOxWywk/s320/Screenshot-737.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my side, what's been going on? I've been close to this guy called Isaiah from work. He's funny and definitely mature enough to be my *cough*husband*cough*. I click with him really well. He likes metal music, just like I do, he likes eating cobbler, and me too! That is a weird combination enough right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my ex supervisor, currently working under my mom's team. Isaiah used to go out with Janice, also from work, and also who worked under mom before. Mom likes her very much and paid a deep sympathy when both of them split up. Janice still remains one good friend of mom too. Isaiah plays an important part in mom's team too because he's kinda like her right hand assistant. Now the bad news is mom is trying to patch Isaiah and Janice back together, so imagine if me telling mom straightaway abt what's been going on between Is and me, things would be so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not rushing either. Things will definitely get better. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6608579397001017375?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6608579397001017375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6608579397001017375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6608579397001017375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-44.html' title='Chapter 4.4'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TDW6dLQXyNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Et6cHOxWywk/s72-c/Screenshot-737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-8492429114296827368</id><published>2010-06-25T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:36:44.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.3</title><content type='html'>Persey's birthing story is full of drama. *chuckles* It started with her water broke while she's watching TV... uncle Ocean's sitting beside her but he had no idea what that was. He's just super ignorant like that. The only sentence he said was "you're leaking, honey..." Persey took few secs to figure out what he's trying to say. But after that Persey screamed out loud "My baby is cominggggg!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Pepita were left in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TCRiZWIDGMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yroyQ7qQ6PA/s1600/Screenshot-735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TCRiZWIDGMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yroyQ7qQ6PA/s320/Screenshot-735.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ocean quickly and ecstatically drove Persey to the hospital, leaving us all back. They're totally caught up in their own happiness of welcoming the little sweetbun. So cute. When we arrived there, Persey was already pushed to the delivery room. Uncle Ocean couldn't follow because he has a weak heart. :P In just 15 mins, a beautiful baby girl was brought out... whom has been named Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Quinn Chopin, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-8492429114296827368?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8492429114296827368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8492429114296827368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8492429114296827368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-43.html' title='Chapter 4.3'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TCRiZWIDGMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yroyQ7qQ6PA/s72-c/Screenshot-735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3943467530492338079</id><published>2010-06-25T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:49:34.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.2</title><content type='html'>Persey &amp;amp; uncle Ocean's wedding story blew off as the top-notch gossip around the town at the moment. Everywhere I go, either the grocery store, office, gym, there are always ppl talking about them. And what's worse is they keep comparing me to her! Sighs. Well she's my sister, how am I supposed to hate her for having better fortune than I am? I know I'm still single and all, but hello I'm not even bothered with boyfriend issue for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TCRelP6oCFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yG_ByycZJJc/s1600/Screenshot-725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TCRelP6oCFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yG_ByycZJJc/s400/Screenshot-725.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey is doing great by the way, while mom is on the contrary, her health is wearing off. There are couple of times that she gets high fever and vomit. She's old, though still considered quite healthy for her age. I really hope she could live up to see her first grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there is a bit of constraint on uncle Ocean's financial though. Being a musician, his pay isn't that high enough to pay off for a family, especially with a little one coming out soon. And needless to say, it's not comfortable for him to always ask from mom. I'm really willing to help with all my ability, but I'm afraid that could offend Persey too... I caught her complaining to uncle Ocean this before over a dinner... but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TCRffmTN8BI/AAAAAAAAAdM/nb31AVOLFH4/s1600/Screenshot-728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TCRffmTN8BI/AAAAAAAAAdM/nb31AVOLFH4/s400/Screenshot-728.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-3943467530492338079?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3943467530492338079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3943467530492338079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3943467530492338079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-42.html' title='Chapter 4.2'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/TCRelP6oCFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yG_ByycZJJc/s72-c/Screenshot-725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2036920379494271509</id><published>2010-02-18T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:54:25.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33u4iFBHBI/AAAAAAAAAck/VogZsTiM_Ss/s1600-h/Screenshot-704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33u4iFBHBI/AAAAAAAAAck/VogZsTiM_Ss/s400/Screenshot-704.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey there! It's Polly here. I'm gonna start my first post by writing about Persey &amp;amp; uncle Ocean's wedding! They just got married today and they're simply the most sweetest and romantic couple I've ever seen. I'm really envious of them -- I'm still single and am not even sure if I could get a boyfriend at all! By the way, Persey has also been pregnant -- 2 months long. It's double happiness huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33vAKytrhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6h2hiJuMzmc/s1600-h/Screenshot-711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33vAKytrhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6h2hiJuMzmc/s400/Screenshot-711.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33vDHfxr7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/QwgWUSF36fI/s1600-h/Screenshot-712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33vDHfxr7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/QwgWUSF36fI/s400/Screenshot-712.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sometimes feel very unfair as I'm the elder sister and supposedly I should be the one tying the knot and falling pregnant first. Huh! But anywayyyy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also graduated from the Sims Medical school a week ago -- with Simma cum laude =) Mommy came to the graduation handing me a beautiful bouquet of flower with a note attached on it "Congrats, my daughter!". Persey and uncle Ocean also came. I could see the baby bump already on my little sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33vJtXVegI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Bkppg55KdZU/s1600-h/Screenshot-721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33vJtXVegI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Bkppg55KdZU/s400/Screenshot-721.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-2036920379494271509?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2036920379494271509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2036920379494271509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2036920379494271509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-41.html' title='Chapter 4.1'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33u4iFBHBI/AAAAAAAAAck/VogZsTiM_Ss/s72-c/Screenshot-704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4053120143437261483</id><published>2010-02-18T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:51:07.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.30</title><content type='html'>Ocean proposed to Persey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I must tell you, they're like couple made in heaven. I could really see the love in their relationship. Having said that, having seen my daughter finds her true love, this shall be my last post in this journal too. I'm bestowing whatever I have to my first daughter Polly to take over. There's no war no nothing upon giving her this legacy. I understand Polly and Persey. This legacy thingy is just a black-on-white thing, afterall every thing about this legacy will practically be done by the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33ugYwJKGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_KQ1sG529Js/s1600-h/Screenshot-682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33ugYwJKGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_KQ1sG529Js/s400/Screenshot-682.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-4053120143437261483?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4053120143437261483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-330.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4053120143437261483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4053120143437261483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-330.html' title='Chapter 3.30'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33ugYwJKGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_KQ1sG529Js/s72-c/Screenshot-682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2022448028401626970</id><published>2010-02-18T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:49:28.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.29</title><content type='html'>Like mother like daughter, Pepita too always seems to have trouble with my 2 daughters. She always tried to pick a fight with them. My daughters are always cool with her, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tIM9x7II/AAAAAAAAAbs/yvfDiMFrZnc/s1600-h/Screenshot-608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tIM9x7II/AAAAAAAAAbs/yvfDiMFrZnc/s400/Screenshot-608.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tToiv0bI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SQlWNq3lOyI/s1600-h/Screenshot-637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tToiv0bI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SQlWNq3lOyI/s400/Screenshot-637.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey made sushi for all of us tonight and she made it just up to perfection! I'm so proud of her. Upon finishing her high school years, she's already told me that she's going to apply for scholarship into the Sims Culinary School. I'm quite confident that she stands a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tYpNg4nI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Hl2obVUhIvs/s1600-h/Screenshot-646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tYpNg4nI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Hl2obVUhIvs/s400/Screenshot-646.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tbl0y0MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/N-x-w9RWnVA/s1600-h/Screenshot-648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tbl0y0MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/N-x-w9RWnVA/s400/Screenshot-648.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey is very close with Ocean, her uncle. The closeness is sometimes indescribable, as though they're couple made in heaven. I know that could sound like a such a weird statement, but you really should get to see what's happened. Ocean has watched her grow up. He's cared for her like a father when she's little. When she became a teenager, Ocean was practically like her first boyfriend. He picked her up from school and took her out for meals and such. They went to catch movies together. I was initially very against their relationship. But it really felt quite unfair after awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey told me that she has almost never treated him like her uncle. Their close-knit relationship has gone way beyond that. I told her I'm fine with it, if she's sure with that and all the consequences. Who am I to judge who and who can and cannot be together? Odelia is sure making noise about it, but then again, it's my daughter and it's not like she's stealing somebody's husband, like what somebody did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tlYMiHhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yRNpxBSWpw0/s1600-h/Screenshot-666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tlYMiHhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yRNpxBSWpw0/s400/Screenshot-666.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33trGE6WtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/I5wOLedCaEc/s1600-h/Screenshot-671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33trGE6WtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/I5wOLedCaEc/s400/Screenshot-671.jpg" width="400" /&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/4555883211529187213-2022448028401626970?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2022448028401626970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-329.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2022448028401626970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2022448028401626970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-329.html' title='Chapter 3.29'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S33tIM9x7II/AAAAAAAAAbs/yvfDiMFrZnc/s72-c/Screenshot-608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3026716210250563202</id><published>2010-01-23T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:59:15.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvJxNEnzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5Z_JcSQEBcw/s1600-h/Screenshot-566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvJxNEnzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5Z_JcSQEBcw/s400/Screenshot-566.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvNXNh78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/fs3S34zm8mE/s1600-h/Screenshot-568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvNXNh78I/AAAAAAAAAbE/fs3S34zm8mE/s400/Screenshot-568.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both daughters are diligent girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvQ0uSZ4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/5V_0ODMyV2c/s1600-h/Screenshot-569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvQ0uSZ4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/5V_0ODMyV2c/s400/Screenshot-569.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Polly's a good elder sissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvUGjyM7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/mrNcLdUULx4/s1600-h/Screenshot-573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvUGjyM7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/mrNcLdUULx4/s400/Screenshot-573.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvYOKjOHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/dWRXaRLK5ws/s1600-h/Screenshot-597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvYOKjOHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/dWRXaRLK5ws/s400/Screenshot-597.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Persey asked me to take this Simderella shot of her. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vva8tuBGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NObzoRDi5GU/s1600-h/Screenshot-599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vva8tuBGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NObzoRDi5GU/s400/Screenshot-599.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She takes a liking in fishing too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3026716210250563202?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3026716210250563202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-328.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3026716210250563202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3026716210250563202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-328.html' title='Chapter 3.28'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vvJxNEnzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5Z_JcSQEBcw/s72-c/Screenshot-566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6134298531666677934</id><published>2010-01-23T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:39:35.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.27</title><content type='html'>Aunty Nadine just left us. The last conversation that I had with her is about her worry over Odelia &amp;amp; Pepita. She too is worried about Robi because she hasn't seen the father side of him. Oh well, poor Pepita. I'm her aunt too any way, taking care of her is also part of my responsibility. As well as Ocean's. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vot_eN3tI/AAAAAAAAAak/r9s2r5PyuUk/s1600-h/Screenshot-534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vot_eN3tI/AAAAAAAAAak/r9s2r5PyuUk/s400/Screenshot-534.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vot_eN3tI/AAAAAAAAAak/r9s2r5PyuUk/s1600-h/Screenshot-534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vot_eN3tI/AAAAAAAAAak/r9s2r5PyuUk/s400/Screenshot-534.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Polly has bloomed into a beautiful and smart teenager now. With all the hoo-haas that she went through when she's a kid (no 'dad', no Odelia, they're your nobody, etc.), she's still a very hospitable person towards Odelia. Well done, little girl. Just don't worry too much now. Study less. Go out more. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vp2S6QGvI/AAAAAAAAAas/U20ADVGZRA4/s1600-h/Screenshot-545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vp2S6QGvI/AAAAAAAAAas/U20ADVGZRA4/s400/Screenshot-545.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Persey too has bloomed into a pretty young woman. Exploring in the kitchen is her cup of tea. She's learning how to make spaghetti carbonara in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vp6-05CCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/60W3MlMA9No/s1600-h/Screenshot-551.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vp6-05CCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/60W3MlMA9No/s400/Screenshot-551.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alrighty I need to rest now as there's a celebration party for me. Yes, I just made it to the top of my career. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6134298531666677934?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6134298531666677934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-327.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6134298531666677934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6134298531666677934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-327.html' title='Chapter 3.27'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1vot_eN3tI/AAAAAAAAAak/r9s2r5PyuUk/s72-c/Screenshot-534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-9086709731031710001</id><published>2010-01-15T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:09:17.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.26</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged much about my career. Truth be told, I'm not as successful as my mother or grandma Nala, not even closest in any way. So who said a Magna cum Laude does assure your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All what matters in my life now is just my 2 daughters. I thank God for giving me such adorable girls. Polly is soon becoming a teenager, while Persey is only 1 year behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FJ1S1WVsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Z6IebucWtRA/s1600-h/Screenshot-518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FJ1S1WVsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Z6IebucWtRA/s400/Screenshot-518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Polly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FJ4Lv0nGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ENBrtRYQzg8/s1600-h/Screenshot-519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FJ4Lv0nGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ENBrtRYQzg8/s400/Screenshot-519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Persey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly, as opposed to Persey is a much outspoken and outgoing person. In times when she's free, library is her favorite spot. She was even given a free membership already. Having said that, she also has more friends. They do come and play almost everyday after school. Academic wise, Polly is a high-flyer without being seemed as a hardcore anal. I guess it's just in her gene ;) (and no, certainly not from Robi the skunk). Persey is prettier in every way. She does things very delicately and takes a huge passion in Culinary as well as Music. That's why she grows really closely with her uncle, Ocean. They're really like bestfriends, though being almost 20 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad having them in my life and have never regretted even for a second being the proud mother of them two. Finally I find peace in my life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-9086709731031710001?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/9086709731031710001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-326.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/9086709731031710001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/9086709731031710001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-326.html' title='Chapter 3.26'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FJ1S1WVsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Z6IebucWtRA/s72-c/Screenshot-518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6982473269425297280</id><published>2010-01-15T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:59:26.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.25</title><content type='html'>As the heiress, I need to jot down every single history that happens in our family line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just few months after Persey's born, Odelia also gave birth to baby girl named Pepita. Because she's only a new start-up artist, she didn't earn much money and thus need to use some of the baby stuffs of mine, like Polly's crib. Polly now sleeps with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FHSYXNT0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/suUmXkP7cwQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FHSYXNT0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/suUmXkP7cwQ/s400/Screenshot-493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FHL001bnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/h6tRa4V6tAw/s1600-h/Screenshot-501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FHL001bnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/h6tRa4V6tAw/s400/Screenshot-501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kinda feels sorry for what she did, but each time she tried to make an apology, she couldn't help but inserted that the idea of my divorce with Robi is actually because Robi came to realize he loves her more. In short, it's not her fault. I told her to stop such sordid bullshit. I don't care. It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a fine line to her and Robi though, that Pepita isn't a sister of Polly or Persey in any way. So stop calling the both of them "Sissy". It just doesn't apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard for a little girl like Polly to comprehend such massive situation but she's just going to know that this is all worth it in the end. Robi left us, to build a family with her aunty instead. They didn't get married (yet?). I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FHa_nTTAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OCM3kz6lksg/s1600-h/Screenshot-514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FHa_nTTAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OCM3kz6lksg/s400/Screenshot-514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aunt Nad hasn't been in her best of health lately and it's also all thanks to her beloved daughter who made her babysit Pepita all alone at night, just because she couldn't stay awake and feel creeped at night alone. Boo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6982473269425297280?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6982473269425297280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-325.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6982473269425297280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6982473269425297280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-325.html' title='Chapter 3.25'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FHSYXNT0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/suUmXkP7cwQ/s72-c/Screenshot-493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2868754658215956247</id><published>2010-01-15T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:49:53.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.24</title><content type='html'>Odelia and I have clearly been on non-speaking term eversince. I so wanna kick both of them out of my house, but I can't. My mother has told me right from beginning that in our legacy, such thing will never happen. Whoever's born into this family, stays inside this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been limiting Polly's communication to both of them too, anyway. I reprimand Polly everytime she tries calling Robi as 'dad'. He's no longer his dad, except biologically. We girls must grow tough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FFYp3gguI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6_dUVir-FGM/s1600-h/Screenshot-463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FFYp3gguI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6_dUVir-FGM/s400/Screenshot-463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my other girl was born last week. Contributing to my mother's liking for parsley, I named her Persey. That's the personality that I've seen in her too. If there's any flower species that's to be associated with her, it's baby's breath. So light, so pretty, so feminine. Again, I'm not sure whose gene is carried from. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us have been having good time despite all the hardships. Polly has started going to nursery, so less trouble inside the house. Robi always seems to attempt to go near Persey, but everytime that crosses my eyes, I will tell him to stop. Having to share a biological dad under one roof is already a massive problem. I don't want any further communication appears between them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly is such a darling. She's the kind of kid who doesn't talk much in the family. Nevertheless she's very sweet and extremely genius. Maths seems to be of her utmost interest. Oh no, not another scientist in the family already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persey always has thing about pleasing Polly. Polly wants her toy, she gives her, otherwise they will start pulling each other's hair. So cute. I also wish I had a sister like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-2868754658215956247?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2868754658215956247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-324.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2868754658215956247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2868754658215956247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-324.html' title='Chapter 3.24'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FFYp3gguI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6_dUVir-FGM/s72-c/Screenshot-463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3647870010747473763</id><published>2010-01-15T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:47:15.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.23</title><content type='html'>The next morning, the divorce papers were delivered by my lawyer. I signed it, and I also forced Robi to sign that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Robi, this is for us. For the baby" I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" He seems stirred away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want this baby grown up having an 'imaginary' daddy. You're not his daddy anymore, besides biologically. So I need you to sign this, to make it all clear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't I be his daddy? What do you mean, Odetta? This baby is born out of a marriage. We've promised to love each other til the end of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh cut the crap, silly! Just sign this paper and we're done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean No? Who're you kidding this time? Who're you fooling? Odelia is pregnant, isn't she? You're soon gonna be a dad too afterall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn you, woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EXCUSE ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've never loved this family. And that's why I love Odelia more. She's more domestic and I'm sure we're gonna build a happier family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He signed the paper, and I slapped him away. "Thanks, loser." - I told him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3647870010747473763?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3647870010747473763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-323.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3647870010747473763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3647870010747473763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-323.html' title='Chapter 3.23'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-9092095152370710764</id><published>2010-01-15T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:46:38.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.22</title><content type='html'>I went for a checkup today because I've been spotting blood. Doctor told me I was too stressed and thus needed bed rest til I give birth. Me staying at home... whole day whole night? Doing nothing? I know on one side I could concentrate more time for Polly, but I just can't seem to get away with my plan of divorcing Robi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT DIVORCE, ODETTA? You're carrying my baby, for pete's sake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Precisely. That's why. I don't want OUR baby to grow up to a father like you. It's a total shame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever! But that's not gonna happen. I have NOTHING with Odelia, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, huh? You think what? I'm blind? I saw a tester inside her room this morning. Obviously I didn't go in, but she carelessly left it at the door. She's pregnant TOO. Congratulations to you, afterall not having my baby call you dad, you will still have someone else to call you that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FEi_cK89I/AAAAAAAAAZU/sTFY9zuqUns/s1600-h/Screenshot-458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FEi_cK89I/AAAAAAAAAZU/sTFY9zuqUns/s320/Screenshot-458.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me? What? Too happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FEmeZumYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_Jl-ONysYoc/s1600-h/Screenshot-460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FEmeZumYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_Jl-ONysYoc/s400/Screenshot-460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've been omitting "daddy" word to teach Polly. Feel sorry for her that that word will never exist in her dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-9092095152370710764?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/9092095152370710764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-322.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/9092095152370710764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/9092095152370710764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-322.html' title='Chapter 3.22'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FEi_cK89I/AAAAAAAAAZU/sTFY9zuqUns/s72-c/Screenshot-458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2699850171783925508</id><published>2010-01-15T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:44:43.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.21</title><content type='html'>Aunty Nad dragged me out for coffee to talk about her daughter. She apologized deeply about what's happened and how ashamed she's felt. After what so many things my mother has done for her and her family. Later on she told me something which is really really really heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Od, I know this is going to be really heart breaking for you to know. But as a person, I feel that I need to be honest with you. There's no point keeping sinful things, especially from you. Someone whom I've watched since before birth. You know how your mother and I ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nadine... please..." I said, blocking her from dilly-dallying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw them rushing to the bedroom together. You know I've been having hard time walking these days and wasn't able to stop them. I yelled at her and she just slammed the door at me..."&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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FD_iji18I/AAAAAAAAAZM/mYB8J3SIP30/s1600-h/Screenshot-472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FD_iji18I/AAAAAAAAAZM/mYB8J3SIP30/s400/Screenshot-472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my tear. We're still in love 2 months ago. We just found out I am pregnant thereafter. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-2699850171783925508?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2699850171783925508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-321.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2699850171783925508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2699850171783925508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-321.html' title='Chapter 3.21'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FD_iji18I/AAAAAAAAAZM/mYB8J3SIP30/s72-c/Screenshot-472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3608728486997603563</id><published>2010-01-15T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:42:04.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.20</title><content type='html'>If I were a celebrity, the news would read: "ODETTA'S LOVELY HUBBY'S AFFAIR" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to confront him today, just because things are simply getting worse. The intimate chatting inside the room is getting more and more frequent. Polly has even started calling Odelia "mom"! Fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FDQGXrihI/AAAAAAAAAY0/T0gkqTeB6O0/s1600-h/Screenshot-469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FDQGXrihI/AAAAAAAAAY0/T0gkqTeB6O0/s400/Screenshot-469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FDS9p_RPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HMtUGZm278Q/s1600-h/Screenshot-471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FDS9p_RPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HMtUGZm278Q/s400/Screenshot-471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not feeling any sorry even for the least bit. He even turned around the situation, saying that I've not been channeling much of love to Polly these days, that what I've done is just going out meeting friends, and getting back really really late. For one, I've never gone out with any of my friends eversince I've fallen pregnant with this second one. It's work. Work work work, for this family to work out. Because I'm not an A-list scientist like what mother is. Yet I still have to feed those many people inside the house, like what my mother did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FDcyGk_RI/AAAAAAAAAZE/21j3Vc4k1z0/s1600-h/Screenshot-457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FDcyGk_RI/AAAAAAAAAZE/21j3Vc4k1z0/s320/Screenshot-457.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that Ocean's career is also picking up, but it's the nature of his job. He doesn't earn much, probably enough for him alone. Odelia? Forget about her. She just asked from her mom money to buy a pair of Manolo Sim-ahnik shoes. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fumed by his saying. I tried to explain everything but it's in futile. "But at least, Rob, you won't have to talk away with other woman. Woman in this house. Everybody knows. Even Polly does. I heard her calling her 'mom'". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't run away this time. "It's true that I've been rather close to Odelia, but that's simply because I don't have anyone else to talk to in this family. Aunty Nadine can be a pain in the arse sometimes because she talks too much. Ocean is always carried away in his own world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can speak to me, can't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, sorry..." and he walked out the house to join his friends drinking at the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3608728486997603563?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3608728486997603563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-320.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3608728486997603563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3608728486997603563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-320.html' title='Chapter 3.20'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FDQGXrihI/AAAAAAAAAY0/T0gkqTeB6O0/s72-c/Screenshot-469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4322963817704700653</id><published>2010-01-15T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:39:10.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.19</title><content type='html'>As suggested by the gynae, I need to take lotsa walk during this pregnancy as opposed to bed rest which is more commonly advised. This is due to the baby which is a little mispositioned inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago while I was sauntering around our house compound, I spotted Robi chatting to Odelia &lt;b&gt;inside her room. &lt;/b&gt;Not rushing into any judgment, I watched them from the window. Are they planning a surprise for me? Can't be, because my birthday is still 4 months away. Are they planning a surprise for maybe Ocean or Aunty Nadine? They could've involved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FCzJUNi0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/MXQ2VaR78HQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FCzJUNi0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/MXQ2VaR78HQ/s400/Screenshot-466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FC2mDBGNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TpV-74o-ujA/s1600-h/Screenshot-468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FC2mDBGNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TpV-74o-ujA/s320/Screenshot-468.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I confront Robi as this is pretty devastating. Or should I not, else i'll be seen as a major paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love and adore Robi that much, but he's still my husband and I'm carrying his second baby for god's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4322963817704700653?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4322963817704700653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-319.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4322963817704700653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4322963817704700653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-319.html' title='Chapter 3.19'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S1FCzJUNi0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/MXQ2VaR78HQ/s72-c/Screenshot-466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5534401753886464400</id><published>2010-01-08T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:29:35.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.18</title><content type='html'>Mother passed away last night. What's most depressing about this is we don't know what actually happened to her. She just left us :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the family, by this I mean Aunty Nadine &amp;amp; Ocean, are terribly hit by the bad news. Odelia, she didn't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Nadine kept saying how she's appreciated my mother being her sister. The family financial inside the house is all single-handedly managed by mother. She's the one who also sent Ocean and Odelia to school because aunty Nadine doesn't have the passion to work. She falls sick very often too, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. My mother has also reached a ripe age. I've got nothing else but to give in. Have I told you that the doctor who handled my mother's case is actually.. urm.. John's father? That explains why he's here during the funeral this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0giLrbXwCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tJzetQvp5B4/s1600-h/Screenshot-420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0giLrbXwCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tJzetQvp5B4/s400/Screenshot-420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0giPTRtrQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wPZfb0BeooY/s1600-h/Screenshot-444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0giPTRtrQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wPZfb0BeooY/s400/Screenshot-444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I asked him how he's been. He said he's been in a relationship with this girl whom he really really likes and also pursuing a career in the Culinary industry. I said that's good for him. He also asked about how I've been doing. I had to pretend that I am all proud and happy with Robi as my husband and Polly and the little seedling inside me. I told him we've been planning for the second one and happy that we finally had it. I wouldn't wanna look sad in front of him, because he probably wouldn't going to care, anyhow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5534401753886464400?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5534401753886464400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-318.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5534401753886464400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5534401753886464400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-318.html' title='Chapter 3.18'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0giLrbXwCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tJzetQvp5B4/s72-c/Screenshot-420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2024402845711619425</id><published>2010-01-08T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:20:26.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.17</title><content type='html'>I accompanied mother the whole night last night. This morning, I took the chance to visit the gynae here to confirm whether or not I'm pregnant again, because I've been feeling the same thing as how I felt when I first fell pregnant with Polly. After so many procedures done, the doctor assured me that I am pregnant again. Sighssss. Like 1 rascal inside the house is not enough yet for me. Moreover, I also don't know how Robi will react to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mom about it, hoping that she could get better after hearing the good news, but I was wrong. "You know you might hate me saying this but I really don't wish you to have another kid anymore, Odetta. I haven't seen the good side of Robi eversince he becomes a father. He works and almost never gets any promotion. He comes home late, and lately I've been seeing him fooling around a lot on the phone. Who's he talking to? Have you ever asked? I hope I can be better and get the chance to meet the second grandchild, though. Come here darling." And she gave me the warmest hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, what's with libido and my life? Why do I always fall into such trap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged Robi and had a talk with him. I told him about everything, yet he's not that very excited too this time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0ggIzWRK5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/BUdXD58rz5U/s1600-h/Screenshot-409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0ggIzWRK5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/BUdXD58rz5U/s400/Screenshot-409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-2024402845711619425?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2024402845711619425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-317.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2024402845711619425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2024402845711619425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-317.html' title='Chapter 3.17'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0ggIzWRK5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/BUdXD58rz5U/s72-c/Screenshot-409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1010630045376478472</id><published>2010-01-08T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:19:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.16</title><content type='html'>Mother is being hospitalized now. She collapsed after tending to her garden this morning. Doctor said it could be meningitis inside her brain. We'll need another scan tomorrow to further clarify what's going wrong with her. The doctor blurted that this is a very unusual case as she hasn't been sick or anything for the past few weeks or even months. He also mentioned that this could be an acute kind of sickness and advised us to go for further check-up immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Though she hasn't been quite a good and loving mother to me, she's been my only family and most dearest person on earth. So I'm so in need of all the prayers to make sure that she's going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-1010630045376478472?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1010630045376478472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-316.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1010630045376478472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1010630045376478472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-316.html' title='Chapter 3.16'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-7935698850092409898</id><published>2010-01-08T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:14:36.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.15</title><content type='html'>I feel like having such a horrible life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robi's ex-wife phoned us this morning. He said she's just dropping a call to say hi and let him know how their daughter is doing in college now. Just that?, I asked. "Yes, honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing I knew is Polly started crying non-stoply again from her crib. And Robi being there was just not helping at all. I've decided that we need to hire a babysitter this time, well a replacement for Robi's task in being a father, to be more precise. He obviously couldn't say anything but "But last time with Alison everything's fine." Alison is his daughter with his ex-wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the snob of the house turned 21 today. Happy birthday my cousin Odelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dZi3WlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/pCiES66vqFM/s1600-h/Screenshot-404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dZi3WlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/pCiES66vqFM/s400/Screenshot-404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dZpTn8jtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PQ7VlMHLXKk/s1600-h/Screenshot-405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dZpTn8jtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PQ7VlMHLXKk/s400/Screenshot-405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She invited all of her (obese) friends and I'm thanking her for the all-nighter party that caused Polly to cry and scream and couldn't sleep for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dZr3CDAJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1nrqUG-f9IQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dZr3CDAJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1nrqUG-f9IQ/s400/Screenshot-407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And also her most favorite snobbish look of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-7935698850092409898?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7935698850092409898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-315.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7935698850092409898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7935698850092409898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-315.html' title='Chapter 3.15'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dZi3WlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/pCiES66vqFM/s72-c/Screenshot-404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5629775307611079485</id><published>2010-01-08T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:03:19.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.14</title><content type='html'>I've been complaining a lot to my mother that Robi can't make a good father afterall. If he's not making Polly cry, he's making her grumpy. Not sure if it's the way he holds her, or the not-delicate words that he uses wrongly to Polly. Mother told me that it's actually very unnatural as a father is supposedly to love the daughter more than a mother does. But that could be just another old wives' tale. I told her that's it. It's my one and only child ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dW6jdl1ZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/z47weTAB8ro/s1600-h/Screenshot-397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dW6jdl1ZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/z47weTAB8ro/s400/Screenshot-397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dW97U9jmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/pRvsgCk6eak/s1600-h/Screenshot-398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dW97U9jmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/pRvsgCk6eak/s400/Screenshot-398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or -- not. This morning mother told me that she saw a 'rubber' left lying on her favorite sofa. I told her whoopsie we're too naughty and tired last night. After the whole drama of Robi won't make a good father, we screamed at each other, but we also made up, sexily. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's broken, honey. Didn't you tell me that it's going to be your last child ever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dXKJpKSUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WoFXTnrTegM/s1600-h/Screenshot-402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dXKJpKSUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WoFXTnrTegM/s400/Screenshot-402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and my brain screamed in its utmost horror*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5629775307611079485?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5629775307611079485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-314.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5629775307611079485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5629775307611079485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-314.html' title='Chapter 3.14'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/S0dW6jdl1ZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/z47weTAB8ro/s72-c/Screenshot-397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5084649573133330721</id><published>2009-12-14T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:31:21.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.13</title><content type='html'>Mother had a quarrel with Odelia this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Delia" is how she's used to calling her. To mother, Odelia has been more than just a niece. She did nurture her a lot when she's a baby, and she paid for all her schoolfee when she grew up. In short, she's half my sister, that's how she's treated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, mother was just casually teasing her why she's been painting 'gloomy' art. Not sure if it's just her hormone acting up, "just shut up, Nala. For once please let me do my own thing, okay please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZnnUhpi-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/12L6LaQ5EYY/s1600-h/Screenshot-381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZnnUhpi-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/12L6LaQ5EYY/s400/Screenshot-381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my mother, she certainly wouldn't give up when something's not right. "Excuse me, Delia? What did you just say? Is this what I've grown you into? Could you please for once look at me when I'm talking to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZnuFOQaJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GttU-3Gxtzg/s1600-h/Screenshot-395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZnuFOQaJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GttU-3Gxtzg/s400/Screenshot-395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and what now? You're not happy with me? I can leave this place as and when you like, Nala. I'm sorry but I can't fulfill your dream to be like your doctor daughter who got herself pregnant with don't-know-who."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ODELIA! Please watch your mouth!", says mom. Then Odelia ran away and stayed at her friend's place. In midnight she came back, just like how she's always done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees, now what if mother really asks me what she had just said if it's true. Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5084649573133330721?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5084649573133330721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-313.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5084649573133330721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5084649573133330721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-313.html' title='Chapter 3.13'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZnnUhpi-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/12L6LaQ5EYY/s72-c/Screenshot-381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6291187678012676692</id><published>2009-12-14T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:20:56.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.12</title><content type='html'>It's a girl! Decided to call her Polly Chopin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robi had been with me throughout the whole delivery. I was passing motion then I felt my water broke! But he insisted me to remain calm. He drove me to the hospital, and within an hour, Polly was born. Yes, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother is so happy, and so is her uncle Ocean too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZlidlvoEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MMB00rNOyIg/s1600-h/Screenshot-390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZlidlvoEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MMB00rNOyIg/s400/Screenshot-390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZlkvlFmAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rsXMGRHONQE/s1600-h/Screenshot-393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZlkvlFmAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rsXMGRHONQE/s400/Screenshot-393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robi and I always take turn to take care of her at night. She's so like my mother, the stern and stubborn one! Gees. Not sure where it comes from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6291187678012676692?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6291187678012676692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-312.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6291187678012676692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6291187678012676692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-312.html' title='Chapter 3.12'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZlidlvoEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MMB00rNOyIg/s72-c/Screenshot-390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3954988762257737239</id><published>2009-12-14T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:10:20.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.11</title><content type='html'>Robi found a job! Yay yay! He's accepted to work in the Law Enforcement field. Good! :) Every afternoon he will make a cup of tea for me to sip, bring me books, and try to chill together with me. Every night before we get to sleep, he will always talks to my tummy, advising the little one inside to behave while mommy's sleeping. So this is what future mommies feel like. Kind of good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZjQ-uWs9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZLWBsGoPruM/s1600-h/Screenshot-380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZjQ-uWs9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZLWBsGoPruM/s400/Screenshot-380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told to get a rest from my workplace, because it's just really about anytime now. Doctor said my pregnancy has been very smooth, because I've always exercised whenever I could. He said this could really help to smoothen the delivery later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZjWUvZddI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UUFmXWEZin0/s1600-h/Screenshot-377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZjWUvZddI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UUFmXWEZin0/s400/Screenshot-377.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty... we're off to buy a crib now! Just me and my husband, Robi! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3954988762257737239?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3954988762257737239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-311.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3954988762257737239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3954988762257737239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-311.html' title='Chapter 3.11'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZjQ-uWs9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZLWBsGoPruM/s72-c/Screenshot-380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-399970754326937961</id><published>2009-12-14T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:02:47.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.10</title><content type='html'>I'm ultra happy as I've just found out my bestfriend, Lillian is also pregnant! And we're both 2 months along! We can't stop kidding each other we'll be seeing each other's faces while we're "pushing and blowing" inside the delivery room. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZhiRE2D1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/h3R96kAVi40/s1600-h/Screenshot-370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZhiRE2D1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/h3R96kAVi40/s400/Screenshot-370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's one lucky woman. She's married to the Landgaarb who's notoriously wealthy, and most importantly is she is deeply in love with the man she married. Good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows well what I'm going through, afterall she's been my bestfriend eversince we stepped in college. She told me to learn how to let go and I must start anew. John is seeing her little sister, by the way, and she kind of leaked it to me that they're breaking up and he is moving overseas to start a clean slate. Again, I don't know how I should react. I could only wish time could be turned back before I had any seedling inside of me, even way before I knew Robi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZhllFMWQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7a7_JgaqFH0/s1600-h/Screenshot-371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZhllFMWQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7a7_JgaqFH0/s400/Screenshot-371.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But honey, you guys are not gonna work it out anyway. He's such a jerk and you're not. Everybody knows that. You're such a fine and articulate woman who only deserves all the good things in the world that he won't be able to provide. Odetta, come on. You're married. Enjoy your marriage." - she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lil, you won't know how hard it has been for me. He's my first love. I did many things together first times with him. Yes he hurt me along the way, but I'm still the happiest to be with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could only shake her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-399970754326937961?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/399970754326937961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/399970754326937961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/399970754326937961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-310.html' title='Chapter 3.10'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZhiRE2D1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/h3R96kAVi40/s72-c/Screenshot-370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-8685295777027303705</id><published>2009-12-14T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:53:13.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.9</title><content type='html'>The morning sickness has started to kick in. Every morning when I wake up I will throw up so badly. And I will need to standby all sorts of snacks inside my bag wherever I go. Gees only had I know pregnancy is so suffocating... But doctor advised that this should be bad for only the first trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZe-dEqeFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1XLjJQT3m-E/s1600-h/Screenshot-359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZe-dEqeFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1XLjJQT3m-E/s400/Screenshot-359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robi gave me a little sort of good news. He told me he would find job. I took the chance to explain to him how important a job to us will be. Our baby will not be fed only by breastmilk. He too will grow into a toddler who will soon need some sort of nutrition beneficial for his growth. Not to mention babysitter. Not to mention daycare, childcare, etc. We shall prepare for rainy days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZfDiNJdiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/H9PDtu9yPso/s1600-h/Screenshot-362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZfDiNJdiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/H9PDtu9yPso/s320/Screenshot-362.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As advised by the doctor too, I've been exercising a lot. Lucky my mother managed to build a little gym room at the back of the house. She's been my bestfriend. To her I've always consulted all my pregnancy problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZfI957M-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/LP3J5ARRknQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZfI957M-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/LP3J5ARRknQ/s400/Screenshot-365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZfNYVjw3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/IwJBrdhNH88/s1600-h/Screenshot-367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZfNYVjw3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/IwJBrdhNH88/s400/Screenshot-367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you're such a grown up lady now, Odetta. And how lucky you are that you've found your the one and build a family together with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZfQBJnySI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WpxiSaxQlnc/s1600-h/Screenshot-369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZfQBJnySI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WpxiSaxQlnc/s400/Screenshot-369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If only you knew, mother...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-8685295777027303705?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8685295777027303705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-39.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8685295777027303705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8685295777027303705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-39.html' title='Chapter 3.9'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZe-dEqeFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1XLjJQT3m-E/s72-c/Screenshot-359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-7311975574460590210</id><published>2009-12-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:43:09.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.8</title><content type='html'>I took an MC today because my fever spiked up last night. Robi was really worried, but I guess he's just more worried about the little seed. He still hasn't found a job. Ridiculously he told me he would want to be househusband after our child is born. I tolf him off that's really really unacceptable. Mother won't like such decision. And if there's anything, it's me who should be a housewife. &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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZcwB0UhaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3f8NX4M3np4/s1600-h/Screenshot-344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZcwB0UhaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3f8NX4M3np4/s400/Screenshot-344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my life such an unfinished puzzle? I really envy the kind of life Grandma Marie and mother had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, done talking about me. Ocean has started work today, as a Fans in the most well-known music industry here. Happy for him. As for Odelia, she flunked one of her subjects, so she's gonna retake it and will be finishing only next year. Poor thing, but who's to blame when she's really such a party nuts? Aunt Nadine doesn't seem to care much already on that kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZc9MTV6DI/AAAAAAAAAVk/b2kTsNI4AYo/s1600-h/Screenshot-356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZc9MTV6DI/AAAAAAAAAVk/b2kTsNI4AYo/s400/Screenshot-356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZc3YG4OWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g6M-qhBs35A/s1600-h/Screenshot-353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZc3YG4OWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g6M-qhBs35A/s400/Screenshot-353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-7311975574460590210?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7311975574460590210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-38.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7311975574460590210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7311975574460590210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-38.html' title='Chapter 3.8'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZcwB0UhaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3f8NX4M3np4/s72-c/Screenshot-344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4737251165614389271</id><published>2009-12-14T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:40:31.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.7</title><content type='html'>I had to lie to my mother about all the secret relationships between Robi and I. I told her that we love each other so much that we decided to get married as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me you're pregnant?", she suspected. "What? No! Of course no, mother!" I had to lie. Sighssss. Thank God that this little seed is only about 1 month old. Mother insisted to invite all the friends we know, all the family friends, etc, and that, includes John. But he decided not to come, he text me saying that he needs to run some errands for his sister. Well I am not sure how I should react, really. I've decided to trash him off from my memory, afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the "I Do" is exchanged, I quickly rushed back to bedroom and get some rest, leaving only mother to entertain all the guests. I've been too worn out... mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZcTsaQ68I/AAAAAAAAAVM/TcAun9pHpY8/s1600-h/Screenshot-337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZcTsaQ68I/AAAAAAAAAVM/TcAun9pHpY8/s400/Screenshot-337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4737251165614389271?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4737251165614389271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4737251165614389271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4737251165614389271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-37.html' title='Chapter 3.7'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyZcTsaQ68I/AAAAAAAAAVM/TcAun9pHpY8/s72-c/Screenshot-337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6695479498224136598</id><published>2009-12-12T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:21:29.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.6</title><content type='html'>This morning while having breakfast, Aunt Nadine snapped at me. "Why are you eating like a turtle? Quickly gobble up your food. You look sick, what's the matter with you? You've been sick lately." Geesh! Odelia too has been sticking her nose a lot into my life lately. "Ods, what happens? How are you and Robi? Are you guys together?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyPQ7_OZ9LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-9BPhudLyw4/s1600-h/Screenshot-326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyPQ7_OZ9LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-9BPhudLyw4/s400/Screenshot-326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sickening. Really really sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gynae today, and yes, I'm pregnant. I guess I had no time for drama but to call Robi and keep him informed of this. I was totally opened when I talked to him. "I know this must have been very hard for you. If your family ever finds about this you'll be the sole blame for all the problems and your divorce. But let me tell you, it's totally up to you, Rob... Regardless of what it is, I'm keeping this baby inside me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying anything, he quickly rushed to our home, and hugged me and said, "I'm proud to be the baby of our child. I love you, Odetta. Now, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the most unromantic proposal ever on Sims world, but who am I to say 'no'? This seems like the best choice for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyPRCjDAanI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xSRjvH7Mjec/s1600-h/Screenshot-330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyPRCjDAanI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xSRjvH7Mjec/s400/Screenshot-330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I feel that my world has truly fallen apart. I shall put John far from my list. I will have to forget my youth for awhile, and welcome my newly-wedded husband into my life, whom I'm not sure of if I can love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6695479498224136598?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6695479498224136598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6695479498224136598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6695479498224136598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-36.html' title='Chapter 3.6'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyPQ7_OZ9LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-9BPhudLyw4/s72-c/Screenshot-326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3276393787690571972</id><published>2009-12-11T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:25:48.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.5</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling terrible. I just woke up from a terrible nightmare. I was holding Robi and I's baby in my hand, and at the same time I saw John bringing a flower to my place about to tell me that he would like to get back to me. It's horribleeeee. I'm very fearful and stressed up right now. I'm afraid of falling pregnant, and I still hope for John to come back to me. I called Robi 5 minutes earlier, but he didn't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJkYYLmxoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sNE8ElhuXKo/s1600-h/Screenshot-321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJkYYLmxoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sNE8ElhuXKo/s400/Screenshot-321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first thing I'm gonna do tomorrow is to confirm if I really am... preggers. I really really really hope I won't be, though honestly we did it at the worst time ever. It all started when I went over to his place. His wife and daughter (er.... yes. I left out this important part in the very beginning) were away to visit his in-laws. It started from a glass of wine he poured for me. As always, I was very depressed when I sought him, and he's always been there. He told me to talk about it over wine. So we did. One glass after another, it led to a kiss. He told me he loved me but I can't remember what I replied to him. Then we just cuddled and started to make out on the sofa. One thing led to another and there we had it. He said he hadn't felt that good for such a long time, I told him, me too. And all the warm caresses from him felt nothing like John's. Nevertheless, I guess I've been yearning for all those touches for such a long time that I did agree to my action to let him do it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I don't really love him. In fact, I don't at all. For one, he has a family of his own, and secondly, I still cling a hope on John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3276393787690571972?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3276393787690571972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-35.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3276393787690571972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3276393787690571972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-35.html' title='Chapter 3.5'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJkYYLmxoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sNE8ElhuXKo/s72-c/Screenshot-321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-3919229459015536479</id><published>2009-12-11T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:24:15.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.4</title><content type='html'>My mother confronted me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJj9XGXpiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SX3wilH-F5I/s1600-h/Screenshot-327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJj9XGXpiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SX3wilH-F5I/s400/Screenshot-327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Odetta what do you think you're doing? Haven't I told you to stop seeing Robi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mother, he's just a friend. What's wrong with having a friend who happens to work as a maid for part-time? That's how you and dad met and you did great both as a parent and couple."&lt;br /&gt;"That is the thing! I don't want the history to repeat. You won't know how hard it is to face the society who keeps prejudging you. I've gone through it and it's pretty depressing."&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, but Robi is just a friend..."&lt;br /&gt;"You really won't know how things will go, O. He phoned me earlier, a courtesy call I should say, asking me if it's okay he dates my daughter."&lt;br /&gt;"Wh... what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, he has developed a feeling for you. I can't tell him no, can I? Because I don't wanna condemn your relationship, if turns out there'll be one in the future."&lt;br /&gt;"Did you say yes then?"&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't. I didn't say anything."&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;"You really got to think about it, O. It's a future we're talking about."&lt;br /&gt;"Mother, I love him too."&lt;br /&gt;"But I thought you're not over John, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp; .&amp;nbsp; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robi and I did 'it' last night. Gosh I'm scared. And I'm saying thing that I don't think I mean to say at all... Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJkClJlZ9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZE2xEO-iXYw/s1600-h/Screenshot-324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJkClJlZ9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZE2xEO-iXYw/s400/Screenshot-324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-3919229459015536479?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3919229459015536479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3919229459015536479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/3919229459015536479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-34.html' title='Chapter 3.4'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJj9XGXpiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SX3wilH-F5I/s72-c/Screenshot-327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-250657366955711435</id><published>2009-12-11T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:22:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.3</title><content type='html'>My hardwork eventually attracted the eyes of my supervisor. She took me to meet the CEO of the hospital to confirm me as a permanent staff. I brought home this news to my mother in order to cheer her up a little bit, but that seemed to be no avail. I understand what it must have been like for her, having to lose the one and only you've loved truly in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same applies for me and John. I don't know which one is worse, because John is still alive here in this world, only that she's with another girl. Often when I went to the bistro where we first dated, I could still feel how warm his hands when touched mine. I still remember the chocolate lave cake that he fed me, which melted all the way down to my throat. I couldn't have felt any more in love than that.&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;Not having any sibling of my age, I tend to confide more in my newly found friend, Robi, who came and part-timed as a maid at our place some time ago. He's few years older than I am, and perhaps that's why I feel that I can share more things with him. My mother always restrained me from talking to him, she said she wouldn't want the history to repeat by itself and soon becomes a culture of this legacy; dating a maid, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJjfWIGImI/AAAAAAAAAUU/76mwrnnnflY/s1600-h/Screenshot-318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJjfWIGImI/AAAAAAAAAUU/76mwrnnnflY/s400/Screenshot-318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so much so, I never think it's that bad to talk and befriend a maid. A maid is also a profession, what sets it so different from a Medical intern? Or any other job in this world, really? Nonetheless I don't want to argue about that with her. I secretly communicate with Robi. In the weekend when I feel vexed I will give him a call and we can just go swim together, if not go fish together. He has a secret obsession about the water, I wish I know why because he doesn't swim. He can't swim. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJjjQE3szI/AAAAAAAAAUc/w1ksRc04YSc/s1600-h/Screenshot-320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJjjQE3szI/AAAAAAAAAUc/w1ksRc04YSc/s400/Screenshot-320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. I'm still all bitter about John. A lot of times I still wish he could call me on my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-250657366955711435?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/250657366955711435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/250657366955711435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/250657366955711435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-33.html' title='Chapter 3.3'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyJjfWIGImI/AAAAAAAAAUU/76mwrnnnflY/s72-c/Screenshot-318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1234311137302071349</id><published>2009-12-10T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:30:12.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.2</title><content type='html'>My father, Mason Chopin has left us forever this morning. He chose to leave the hospital and get home in order to rest peacefully. Prior to his departure, we all surrounded him, having our hands in hands singing joyful songs while saying prayers, just to let him know that he can leave peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, he has been a great father. Partly because I'm the only child in the family. He was never quite the kind of father who spoiled me like nobody's business. He taught me how to become a person who carries substance. Though he has a background of only being a service man, he truly carried a certain dignity with himself that everyone looks up to. He can always get along well with everyone he meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence will be truly missed, father. And I love you is what I meant to say to you all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two grievances this week. I'm still crying over John, and I can't help it. When I'm struck by all the memories, I will drink a lot at the minibar. Before work, after work, before going to sleep, etc. Memory of 5 years, how is that ever easy to get out from this mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEiAAu6ZYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/77oL42TrxcI/s1600-h/Screenshot-319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEiAAu6ZYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/77oL42TrxcI/s400/Screenshot-319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-1234311137302071349?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1234311137302071349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-32.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1234311137302071349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1234311137302071349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-32.html' title='Chapter 3.2'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEiAAu6ZYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/77oL42TrxcI/s72-c/Screenshot-319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-7849377851081608477</id><published>2009-12-10T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:22:00.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3.1</title><content type='html'>Hello. This is Odetta writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess before I start writing this journal further, I will need to recap on all the family members who are under the Chopin legacy, and updating on what each of us is doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Nala Chopin, my mother. She has retired from her job a month ago to take care of my father, Mason Chopin who has fallen sick due to dusk age. My mother is an amazing woman whom I highly look up to. Her career record at the place I'm working at now has set the benchmark for some if not all of us to follow. She has also been a great supervisor for me in my career and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEfrh46ksI/AAAAAAAAATs/bCK4UMvIQBo/s1600-h/Screenshot-294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEfrh46ksI/AAAAAAAAATs/bCK4UMvIQBo/s400/Screenshot-294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my aunt Nadine Chopin. She is a great and beautiful aunt. She has 2 children with her husband, who is Ocean Chopin &amp;amp; Odelia Chopin. Ocean Chopin is next to her on the following picture. Aunt Nadine has never worked in the record of her life. She really does love her family and dedicating herself for the family is what she does. Ocean Chopin is 17 years old this year and soon is going to university. He is a very timid cousin of mine, but he does play the guitar really well. He gets scared very easily, and that's why sometimes Odelia and I like to make pranks on him. Nonetheless, I love him very much like my own brother. Next is Odelia Chopin, who is 16 years old this year but acts older than Ocean Chopin. She's a true art connoisseur at such early age. She pays for her daily expenses by painting. Having said that, she has the most characters in this family. She throws tantrum very easily as easily as she gets amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEfwe-rCmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6MCZqgHk8As/s1600-h/Screenshot-309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEfwe-rCmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6MCZqgHk8As/s400/Screenshot-309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEf0JpLtlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WryYeneDSwc/s1600-h/Screenshot-310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEf0JpLtlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WryYeneDSwc/s400/Screenshot-310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very lastly, a little piece about me. I am currently still interning at my mother's ex working place, the Sims hospital. I am hoping to get a permanent job as soon as my internship is over by the next 3 months. Practising my logic skill is what I always train everyday together with my mother. I have a pretty good time at work and I truly love where I am working at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my past time, if I'm not found reading book in the library, I will be out partying with friends. What a contrast of personality, you tell me. I attended a party last night at the beach together with all my ex-coursemates. And I met John at the party, who had filled my college sweetheart story for 5 years. We broke up because she left me for his new girlfriend, Amelia. To be frank it's really sad to see him again. All the resentments are buried inside, as much as all the love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEf9fbjDgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/g_Eyw_nkU1o/s1600-h/Screenshot-295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEf9fbjDgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/g_Eyw_nkU1o/s400/Screenshot-295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his apology that this had to happen. But shouldn't be too dwelled on it, should I? What has to happen has to happen. :( I'm crying as I'm typing this. I still remember vividly how we met, when he told me he loved me and asked me to be his girlfriend... All the memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-7849377851081608477?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7849377851081608477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7849377851081608477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7849377851081608477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-31.html' title='Chapter 3.1'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEfrh46ksI/AAAAAAAAATs/bCK4UMvIQBo/s72-c/Screenshot-294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-7233378264140810109</id><published>2009-12-10T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:51:30.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.22</title><content type='html'>Odelia and Ocean... two little rascals who are driving the entire house crazy now, well in a good way I suppose. Seeing them grow in lightspeed makes me feel that I'm really aging. Isn't it time for me to pass over this legacy to yet another generation, in this case is none other than Odetta Chopin my one and only daughter? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEYo0V5jvI/AAAAAAAAATM/5Kc6o42FAPU/s1600-h/Screenshot-271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEYo0V5jvI/AAAAAAAAATM/5Kc6o42FAPU/s400/Screenshot-271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She too, has grown into a matured beautiful lady. Unlike me, she carries the daintiness from Mason. She communicates well with people and she always manages to charm people with her smile. She has changed a lot since she's a teenager. I let her have fun while she's young, and that, I suppose is the most important part of her life who has let her find her true self, in order to be who she wants to be and be happy with her own choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEYuhA42hI/AAAAAAAAATU/MmL8RNsNtJE/s1600-h/Screenshot-282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEYuhA42hI/AAAAAAAAATU/MmL8RNsNtJE/s400/Screenshot-282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEYzFRpSbI/AAAAAAAAATc/I4XVrONjmL4/s1600-h/Screenshot-283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEYzFRpSbI/AAAAAAAAATc/I4XVrONjmL4/s400/Screenshot-283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odetta graduated from the university yesterday. She took Medical Science at Sims Uni and graduated with a Magna cum Laude. She's devastated that she's actually 0,1 point behind the Summa cum Laude. But Mason calmed her down. It's not what she's supposed to go after. It's what substance she has a person and what value she could bring for her surrounding, as well as for this legacy to carry on with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our house now. It is filled with 7 people. It's merry, it's crowded, it's full of laughter and sadness. We have grown so much memory into this place. Nadine is now a beautiful housewife who takes care of her own family. I am going to retire soon from my job. I guess this is it. This is where my chapter will end, and my dearest Odetta will carry on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEY2yNZ0FI/AAAAAAAAATk/0PYNFPgBYeY/s1600-h/Screenshot-285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEY2yNZ0FI/AAAAAAAAATk/0PYNFPgBYeY/s400/Screenshot-285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-7233378264140810109?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7233378264140810109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-222.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7233378264140810109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/7233378264140810109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-222.html' title='Chapter 2.22'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SyEYo0V5jvI/AAAAAAAAATM/5Kc6o42FAPU/s72-c/Screenshot-271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4934460039451221063</id><published>2009-12-08T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:56:07.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.21</title><content type='html'>Another year has passed. Odelia has grown into a beautiful toddler too. She reminds me so much of little Odetta. Being close in age gap, Odelia and Ocean are practically like twins. The other day I decided to take those two bundles out for shopping and people kept pointing at them saying "Twins!" and they couldn't resist themselves pinching their cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5MkYdNAsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fhxJZ-lyfxw/s1600-h/Screenshot-262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5MkYdNAsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fhxJZ-lyfxw/s320/Screenshot-262.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5MtbSJszI/AAAAAAAAATE/BR0oxdpLMD4/s1600-h/Screenshot-264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Ocean is tad older, it seems like Odelia does take care more of him rather than he does of her. Soooo cute! "Ocean, you can't eat that. Mommy won't be happy." and other stuffs like that. Do check out their photos. I had to take pictures discreetly because Odelia really doesn't like camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5MtbSJszI/AAAAAAAAATE/BR0oxdpLMD4/s1600-h/Screenshot-264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5MtbSJszI/AAAAAAAAATE/BR0oxdpLMD4/s400/Screenshot-264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4934460039451221063?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4934460039451221063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-221.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4934460039451221063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4934460039451221063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-221.html' title='Chapter 2.21'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5MkYdNAsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fhxJZ-lyfxw/s72-c/Screenshot-262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4407791912668680072</id><published>2009-12-08T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:49:38.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.20</title><content type='html'>Happy full month baby, Ocean!! It's so fast now that 1 month has just passed like that! And good news good news! Nadine and is pregnant again!! Sheepishly enough, she told me, "Well it's kind of an accident." Oh weeeeellllll! We do love babies!!!! I'm so happy to welcome one more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KhUgHPhI/AAAAAAAAASE/BTLeNvACdQ0/s1600-h/Screenshot-238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KhUgHPhI/AAAAAAAAASE/BTLeNvACdQ0/s400/Screenshot-238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so jealous of Nadine because she always stays pretty throughout all her pregnancy. A klutz that she is, she still carries the sweet look of a mom with her whenever wherever. I suppose that's why her husband loves her truly truly much. Haha! And again, Mason nudged me to have another baby ourselves too. I slammed him a big NO. Having a whiny Ocean *okay excuse me* is already more than merry in this house. And soon we're having another new tiny little creature. Hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KrNU3B7I/AAAAAAAAASM/xY0_CD1q_98/s1600-h/Screenshot-241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KrNU3B7I/AAAAAAAAASM/xY0_CD1q_98/s400/Screenshot-241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KuIc9yFI/AAAAAAAAASU/5yh4WmuJnAc/s1600-h/Screenshot-242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KuIc9yFI/AAAAAAAAASU/5yh4WmuJnAc/s400/Screenshot-242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KwenDwuI/AAAAAAAAASc/K91pw6uaW4c/s1600-h/Screenshot-243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KwenDwuI/AAAAAAAAASc/K91pw6uaW4c/s400/Screenshot-243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, in conjunction with Ocean's full month birthday, my daughter Odetta also celebrated her 16th birthday today. I told her she could do whatever she wants with her life now, so long as it carries a substance and purpose. She's 16. Time to find an identity already, right? Happy birthday too, sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5K7rmo2BI/AAAAAAAAASs/nhggqf2vGR0/s1600-h/Screenshot-252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5K7rmo2BI/AAAAAAAAASs/nhggqf2vGR0/s400/Screenshot-252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5LD9fux2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gKNpeMtxZLA/s1600-h/Screenshot-255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5LD9fux2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gKNpeMtxZLA/s400/Screenshot-255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4407791912668680072?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4407791912668680072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-220.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4407791912668680072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4407791912668680072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-220.html' title='Chapter 2.20'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5KhUgHPhI/AAAAAAAAASE/BTLeNvACdQ0/s72-c/Screenshot-238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-8001611810901922434</id><published>2009-12-08T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:39:54.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.19</title><content type='html'>As I'm typing this, tears are running down my face. I was sitting down sipping my tea this morning then there's just this gush of feeling that flushed all over my memory. It just seems like everything happened so fast that I don't have the luxury time to catch up with. It feels like we just lost dad even before all the cold wars were settled down, then now mom's gone, and my baby Odetta has grown into a teenager now? It's all happening so fast that it's creeping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5JD66hheI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QWlzDREMsnI/s1600-h/Screenshot-232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5JD66hheI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QWlzDREMsnI/s400/Screenshot-232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid if I hadn't done things that I was supposed to do in order to let Ods grow up with full of nourishment and love only a mother can give. Looking back at the journal that Mom kept when she's raising both Nadine and I, I couldn't help feeling what a bad mom I have been. I have let my kid walking alone home, either it's rain or shine. I haven't really read any storybook to her. I haven't really seen her grown up… Gosh… Would she ever forgive me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-8001611810901922434?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8001611810901922434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-219.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8001611810901922434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8001611810901922434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-219.html' title='Chapter 2.19'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5JD66hheI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QWlzDREMsnI/s72-c/Screenshot-232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-850409081127317507</id><published>2009-12-08T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:38:39.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.18</title><content type='html'>Last night at about 4am I heard lotsa noise from Nadine's room. I quickly rushed out to see what happened. I knew it's about anytime now she's going to deliver the little bundle of joy, but having said that, I needed to ensure my little sister was going to be all safe and sound first. I quickly woke Mason up to drive us all to the hospital. And being a lucky and easy lady she is, she delivered the baby at super ease that I were so jealous of. It's baby boy. And she decided to name him Ocean. Ocean Chopin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5IpaIFBUI/AAAAAAAAARs/BJ179D-RbDw/s1600-h/Screenshot-230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5IpaIFBUI/AAAAAAAAARs/BJ179D-RbDw/s400/Screenshot-230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine's quite a klutz, and she didn't bother to read up the pregger book. Ended up that I need to carry Ocean more than she did for the first night! Yawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5IsQflVbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Wz0tLxwcvXY/s1600-h/Screenshot-231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5IsQflVbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Wz0tLxwcvXY/s400/Screenshot-231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5IpaIFBUI/AAAAAAAAARs/BJ179D-RbDw/s1600-h/Screenshot-230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-850409081127317507?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/850409081127317507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-218.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/850409081127317507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/850409081127317507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-218.html' title='Chapter 2.18'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5IpaIFBUI/AAAAAAAAARs/BJ179D-RbDw/s72-c/Screenshot-230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-2769537325294618423</id><published>2009-12-08T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:36:27.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.17</title><content type='html'>At last, Nadine popped the news. She's pregnant. Yippee yay yay!!!!! I'm gonna be an aunt. How exciting. And I must say she's a pretty glowing mommy-to-be. Now there are only the 5 of us living in the home. It's pretty amazing that Mason could get along with anyone at ease. Nadine seemed to be able to listen to Mason's advice on pregnancy more than she did of me. LOL. But I'm so glad that all's well with her now, though sometimes she said she still missed mom. &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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5ICPOD5EI/AAAAAAAAARk/njEaUXJsgxI/s1600-h/Screenshot-224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5ICPOD5EI/AAAAAAAAARk/njEaUXJsgxI/s400/Screenshot-224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5H_HToTqI/AAAAAAAAARc/1n-fHCj89mU/s1600-h/Screenshot-223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5H_HToTqI/AAAAAAAAARc/1n-fHCj89mU/s400/Screenshot-223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5H4N6-diI/AAAAAAAAARU/S6DCjTr7LGQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5H4N6-diI/AAAAAAAAARU/S6DCjTr7LGQ/s400/Screenshot-219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odetta, my baby girl is now a very independent girl. She would do things on her own when neither Mason or I is at home having a look after her. She would walk home from school too, if she happens to miss the schoolbus. Her report card is showing pretty good mark too actually. I think I won't be anymore prouder than I am of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-2769537325294618423?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2769537325294618423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-217.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2769537325294618423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/2769537325294618423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-217.html' title='Chapter 2.17'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sx5ICPOD5EI/AAAAAAAAARk/njEaUXJsgxI/s72-c/Screenshot-224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4720690245661573464</id><published>2009-11-14T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:09:21.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.16</title><content type='html'>Mom passed away peacefully in her sleep this morning. It's not really a sudden passing, she's actually been having slight tumor in her brain since a year ago. About a month ago right after Nadine tied the knot, she's been hospitalized frequent times. She told us not to bring this up into this journal because she wouldn't want the next generation in our legacy dwell too much into this disease. The gene may or may not run in our blood. But i guess it's just more like our dad has been missing her too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel such big presence is already missing in my life. Mom used to tell me I was a huge stress for her when I was a kid. I would ask out-of-the-world questions to her anytime and expected her to give me answers. She always said she would rather have 10 Nadines than 1 me. But I'm pretty sure she's just kidding. She loved me, she loved Nadine. There you go, mom.. have a good rest. You'll be deeply missed.   Nadine has been getting more sicker :( I've been telling her to stop going to work if she feels really sick, but she just won't listen. I'm pretty sure she's pregnant, except that now it's doubled up with the stress of mom's passing. Like how mine was stressed with dad's playboy behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7ySu8SQFI/AAAAAAAAARM/4XMtEdmGroM/s1600-h/Screenshot-213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7ySu8SQFI/AAAAAAAAARM/4XMtEdmGroM/s400/Screenshot-213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4720690245661573464?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4720690245661573464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-216.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4720690245661573464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4720690245661573464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-216.html' title='Chapter 2.16'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7ySu8SQFI/AAAAAAAAARM/4XMtEdmGroM/s72-c/Screenshot-213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6004114808096828274</id><published>2009-11-14T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:08:13.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.15</title><content type='html'>Nadine has been a bit grumpier lately. Mom's also complaining about the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7x2zPN9BI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2sXXIHjehSU/s1600-h/Screenshot-208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7x2zPN9BI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2sXXIHjehSU/s400/Screenshot-208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's getting more and more sensitive each day and has been very choosy over her food. Could she be…? Mom's truly a busybody, she's been re-reading all the pregnancy books just to find out if her little baby girl is going to be a mom soon. I told her to stop reading and just relax. When time's right, she's just going to pop the news to us. I'm so excited! Can't imagine about all the fun of having a little bundle of joy in the house, from my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7x9irDFBI/AAAAAAAAARE/MZOEUZv51Q0/s1600-h/Screenshot-210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7x9irDFBI/AAAAAAAAARE/MZOEUZv51Q0/s400/Screenshot-210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6004114808096828274?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6004114808096828274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-215.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6004114808096828274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6004114808096828274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-215.html' title='Chapter 2.15'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7x2zPN9BI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2sXXIHjehSU/s72-c/Screenshot-208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-4726859296654077602</id><published>2009-11-14T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:04:43.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.14</title><content type='html'>Mom has been 'interrogating' this guy Nadine has been close with. Well from my observation, he's a very sweet guy. He does plumbing for a living and he truly cares for Nadine. He also respects my mom very much. I could see they're so in love with each other. Nadine told us that he's proposed last week and she had said yes. Next stop is to hold a private wedding, simply because we all can't afford a real wedding party yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7w2O-_Z1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/CgU7shltVrE/s1600-h/Screenshot-197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7w2O-_Z1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/CgU7shltVrE/s400/Screenshot-197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7w9AIIBoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9i0LRsbBL4I/s1600-h/Screenshot-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7w9AIIBoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9i0LRsbBL4I/s400/Screenshot-200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7xA5USqzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qRnYOkJw340/s1600-h/Screenshot-201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7xA5USqzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qRnYOkJw340/s400/Screenshot-201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7xEpN0naI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6nXbGGwUqaw/s1600-h/Screenshot-202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7xEpN0naI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6nXbGGwUqaw/s400/Screenshot-202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-4726859296654077602?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4726859296654077602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-214.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4726859296654077602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/4726859296654077602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-214.html' title='Chapter 2.14'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/Sv7w2O-_Z1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/CgU7shltVrE/s72-c/Screenshot-197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-660537962175424156</id><published>2009-11-04T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:19:44.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.13</title><content type='html'>Dad passed away due to heart attack this morning. It's a sudden loss for everyone in the family. As much as I used to hate him, I love him very much. I'm thankful for the little happy family we used to have as kids. Mom, Nadine and I paid our last respect to him this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFw8Zh7gjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/d5jID1DUYlM/s1600-h/Screenshot-190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFw8Zh7gjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/d5jID1DUYlM/s400/Screenshot-190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise, Bobby came as she heard the news (from unknown source.) We politely asked her to go as we're paying our very last respect to the man without whom this family wouldn't have been formed. Mom didn't seem to dwell in it for too much though, she said something to me which she really wanted me to keep as her darkest secret. "I still love Gabriel more than I've loved your dad." Who's this Gabriel guy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-660537962175424156?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/660537962175424156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-213.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/660537962175424156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/660537962175424156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-213.html' title='Chapter 2.13'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFw8Zh7gjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/d5jID1DUYlM/s72-c/Screenshot-190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-8002220699452341761</id><published>2009-11-04T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:15:59.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.12</title><content type='html'>OMGOSH what have I just seen!! Right, he so deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFvUA1iZJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Q5HiXyHoOHY/s1600-h/Screenshot-139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFvUA1iZJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Q5HiXyHoOHY/s400/Screenshot-139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFvXwSl2mI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Uc7JK64l2Xg/s1600-h/Screenshot-140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFvXwSl2mI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Uc7JK64l2Xg/s400/Screenshot-140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a good talker, Mason went to confront Bobby this evening. He told me that that 'beeyatch' actually cried when Mason pulled a confrontative conversation with her. But I can be assured that she's not coming back no more. Wondering what Mason could have done to her, really. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odetta has grown into a beautiful girl now :) We went to the pool center to celebrate it. After dinner tonight, dad told me that I shall start sending Ods to school, which I found is still too early for us to do so. "I'm just afraid if you send her to school at much older age, she's just going to grow up just like you. Who chased her own father away from home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFvwSOe3_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/P8l0zA513Do/s1600-h/Screenshot-167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFvwSOe3_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/P8l0zA513Do/s400/Screenshot-167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, mom and dad got into huge fight again. Seriously, *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Odetta, and tell me whom she takes after more. Me or Mason? Haha. She definitely takes after Mason's nose in my opinion. Mason and I have decided to start sending her to school next year when we're more financially stable. Meanwhile we can just homeschool her first. According to mom, she's really different from me as a kid. She's more towards Nadine's personality who's much calmer and sweeter. She's pretty smart, just then her laziness takes her away more.&amp;nbsp; Time to educate this young lady. Nadine is very close to her too, which I'm very glad for.&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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFv6BLS4II/AAAAAAAAAP8/32sYGN5xodM/s1600-h/Screenshot-174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFv6BLS4II/AAAAAAAAAP8/32sYGN5xodM/s400/Screenshot-174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine has been seeing this guy, our plumber. She's been telling Odetta lotsa stories about this guy, which then Ods leaked to me! Haha. Well but I guess that's no harm, I want the best person to be my sister's husband that's for sure. From what I've been hearing from Ods, he's a very sweet guy. He often brings Nadine sweet tarts from the bistro yet also at the same time been advising her to exercise more. He's very friendly to Odetta that this young girl starts to put a liking on him too. Well, hopefully this is for real for Nadine. :) So happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFv-PGZbJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oOCI7Y-mAAA/s1600-h/Screenshot-185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFv-PGZbJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oOCI7Y-mAAA/s400/Screenshot-185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFwDjzf_zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vkStp-bFv6U/s1600-h/Screenshot-186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFwDjzf_zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vkStp-bFv6U/s400/Screenshot-186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-8002220699452341761?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8002220699452341761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-212.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8002220699452341761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/8002220699452341761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-212.html' title='Chapter 2.12'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFvUA1iZJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Q5HiXyHoOHY/s72-c/Screenshot-139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5904492273260479087</id><published>2009-11-04T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:09:37.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.11</title><content type='html'>I was diagnosed with light vertigo last week, all thanks to the stress. But looking at the bright side, things are getting much much better. Dad came home two days ago, but he's still pulling a long face towards me. &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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFuwCvka4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Wigq4Fg2hH0/s1600-h/Screenshot-133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFuwCvka4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Wigq4Fg2hH0/s400/Screenshot-133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me though that dad has apologized to her and they're kinda back in good terms again. Well let's just hope it's for real this time. I mean, I wouldn't want Odetta to grow up in such unhealthy environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFu2EmlFZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wnPsfprda5Y/s1600-h/Screenshot-134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFu2EmlFZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wnPsfprda5Y/s400/Screenshot-134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFu4gObglI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kiZuQLtSZ2A/s1600-h/Screenshot-136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFu4gObglI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kiZuQLtSZ2A/s400/Screenshot-136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5904492273260479087?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5904492273260479087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5904492273260479087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5904492273260479087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-211.html' title='Chapter 2.11'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SvFuwCvka4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Wigq4Fg2hH0/s72-c/Screenshot-133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-5709562442200027651</id><published>2009-10-29T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:35:39.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.10</title><content type='html'>So sorry if I haven't been updating anything about Odetta. Having her in our family is something really new. Sometimes it still takes me 'courage' to pull myself out from bed just to breastfeed her. She hates loneliness, so as much as possible we have to be vigilant around her at all times. Just like me, she's also very impatient. Haha. Like grandmother, like mother, like daughter :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've been itchy on finding a job. Many offers came in, but I gotta be selective. Mom's boss also has personally extended her invitation to have me work for them, but it is going to be a total different department from mom's. God knows how things will turn out if they have two stone-headed women inside one room. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and I are back to good term, but not for mom and dad. They're still in pretty intense situation. Sighs. To break myself from all these stress, I've signed up myself as a spa member, and while I'm away I'm quite lucky to have mom and Nadine to take care of Ods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SunERNeYVgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/M5ph1PGKtN8/s1600-h/Screenshot-129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SunERNeYVgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/M5ph1PGKtN8/s400/Screenshot-129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SunEOA6LSlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qEpEn777rDA/s1600-h/Screenshot-127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SunEOA6LSlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qEpEn777rDA/s400/Screenshot-127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-5709562442200027651?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5709562442200027651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5709562442200027651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/5709562442200027651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-210.html' title='Chapter 2.10'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SunERNeYVgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/M5ph1PGKtN8/s72-c/Screenshot-129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-6728696610483573401</id><published>2009-10-29T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:19:05.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.9</title><content type='html'>The situation at home is still at its lowest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Bobby visiting at night is such a norm already. I've kept telling mom to do something about this, but she said "Honey, when you're really touched by love, you wouldn't have your sane mind to guide you anymore. I'm sure everything will be okay again." COME ON MOM! She yelled at me instead for getting so impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't getting any better between me and Mason either. We had huge war just now after dinner. "Would you calm down Nala?? Do you think this will be good for Odetta to hear and see all these? It will affect her growth!! Would you please stay calm???????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mase, what would you do if you're the eldest in the family and your dad is having an affair with a maid? And a mom who's already at her dusk age. I want to keep this family happy! And what should I do?????? Just stay calm and do nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPLaD92lI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5kHuc006JAA/s1600-h/Screenshot-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPLaD92lI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5kHuc006JAA/s400/Screenshot-115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You're really insane, Nala! I will bring Odetta out of this house for a week til things get better!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPO1qA99I/AAAAAAAAAOE/4dv9BMocvsI/s1600-h/Screenshot-116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPO1qA99I/AAAAAAAAAOE/4dv9BMocvsI/s400/Screenshot-116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not taking away my baby!!!!!" Then he slammed the door and left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, mom and dad also had a massive fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parker, I don't understand! What had I not given you that made you want to have this tacky affair with the maid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPEkbEcAI/AAAAAAAAANs/1oslY-2gcTg/s1600-h/Screenshot-113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPEkbEcAI/AAAAAAAAANs/1oslY-2gcTg/s400/Screenshot-113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The maid? Her name is Bobby, Marie. Please respect her. She's just a friend..."&lt;br /&gt;"Friend you said???? Then what did I see this morning? You thought I was blind? So blind huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPeE__aLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Wjizm-SE6u0/s1600-h/Screenshot-125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPeE__aLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Wjizm-SE6u0/s400/Screenshot-125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I did something wrong! I know! But that's because I love her too."&lt;br /&gt;"You love her TOO????" and dad walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPIZYN2tI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8DNHEQmbeaU/s1600-h/Screenshot-114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPIZYN2tI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8DNHEQmbeaU/s400/Screenshot-114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey", mom said, and she gave him a tight slap. Bobby went over to pick him up, but I told them two to just get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPbDz1cGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q0YE3j7tYfk/s1600-h/Screenshot-120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPbDz1cGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q0YE3j7tYfk/s400/Screenshot-120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later on I found mom and I talked to her. "Mom, I know how you feel."&lt;br /&gt;"Why Nala? Why must this happen to me now? I thought we were the happiest family in Sunset Valley..."&lt;br /&gt;"Mom..." I hugged her and we both cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPSheu4nI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pIWeY9Uxu3M/s1600-h/Screenshot-117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPSheu4nI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pIWeY9Uxu3M/s400/Screenshot-117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I text dad, &lt;i&gt;"Dad, please go away before you clear your mind. Come back only when you have your sanity intact. Til then!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-6728696610483573401?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6728696610483573401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6728696610483573401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/6728696610483573401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-29.html' title='Chapter 2.9'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulPLaD92lI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5kHuc006JAA/s72-c/Screenshot-115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555883211529187213.post-1975473938458953126</id><published>2009-10-29T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:43:38.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2.8</title><content type='html'>My due date came 2 months earlier than expected! Doctor said it could also be because of the stress I'm currently into. Thanks to dad! I was clearly not prepared! I haven't even started 'nesting' yet! But luckily there was mom. She's the one who kept telling me, "It's okay honey you'll make it. I'm always here for you okay." And Mason has been a bit ignorant lately. I've given him less attention. Argh!! This Dad-Bobby thing is driving my family chaotic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulHh1_tVCI/AAAAAAAAANc/LTtM1To3BCg/s1600-h/Screenshot-107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulHh1_tVCI/AAAAAAAAANc/LTtM1To3BCg/s400/Screenshot-107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway meet my darling baby girl. We name her Odetta. We can't tell yet whose figure she takes after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulHkyQslDI/AAAAAAAAANk/QIjUq8bgp3c/s1600-h/Screenshot-111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulHkyQslDI/AAAAAAAAANk/QIjUq8bgp3c/s400/Screenshot-111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I still would like to rant about dad. On my due date, Nadine told me that she peeped through the bedroom door, and they... argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God nothing happened to my pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555883211529187213-1975473938458953126?l=thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1975473938458953126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1975473938458953126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555883211529187213/posts/default/1975473938458953126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopinlegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-28.html' title='Chapter 2.8'/><author><name>Marie Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710619688162657701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KF89BwtwYLA/SulHh1_tVCI/AAAAAAAAANc/LTtM1To3BCg/s72-c/Screenshot-107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
