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Excuse me, whose blog is this?

Oh heck, it's mine. 
I've been away for too long, waaaaay too long. I've missed new year post, another (chinese) new year post! And little did I know, my son is now 5 months. 

It's Sunday morning, Vale woke up at 6. He pooped, and then I was preparing his bathtub. I bathed him and minutes later he slowly dozed off.. Hallelujah! He went back to sleep. 
"Me time" calling! :D I had myself a long good bath, breakfast, filled Sunday's crosswords, and now sitting in front of my laptop stringing along these words.. Realizing how much time flies so fast. 

Little updates from me, right now I'm still (and forever will be) a housewife. That's my prime, and ultimate job. Whoever said being a housewife = jobless, have to do it by themselves. In fact, it's ENDless, rather than JOBless (if you know what I mean). 
Another job, my online make up business grew bigger each day. When we started months ago, we only had ZERO capital. Literally. My sister went makeup shopping brought nothing but customer's money who had pre-ordered to us before. We're absolutely not expected customer's enthusiasm would be that high. 
I also still taking care of Mr. D's business every once in a while. 

A juggler. 
That's pretty much what I do everyday. Juggling between changing diapers, nursing, being a personal shopper (as well as beauty consultant), and accountant. 


Oopsie, the prince has just woke up from his nap. 
See you when I see you :)





NB: I LOVE nursing my baby. I eat so freaking much, more than what I used to it but still losing weight.. No matter how much I eat, it will be transferred to my son. And yes, I already back to my pre pregnancy weight! Hooray! 

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