<?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-167628497737829729</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:52:54.305-07:00</updated><category term='SIM-tionary'/><category term='SIMMONS'/><category term='Game Resources'/><category term='G1'/><title type='text'>The Simmons Legacy</title><subtitle type='html'>Brought to you by another SIM-addict...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-179334225852088503</id><published>2010-03-14T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:26:41.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.10</title><content type='html'>Ayva's second child, baby girl; Bubba Simmons had to stay behind in the hospital to treat her jaundice while her elder brother, Brandon Simmons got to see her first sunrise as her mother brought him home that morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448509325276228050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5z-XSh-KdI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pWs-6bT_B3Q/s400/Screenshot-113.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;It would be another few days before Bubba can come home, but Ayva in the cab with baby Brandon in her arms had already started to worry about the extra expenses for her 2nd child which she could not afford. &lt;em&gt;"Where do I find the money for the extra crib, bottles and diapers?"&lt;/em&gt; she mumbled to herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448509034850513938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5z-GYnFdBI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Qrnsdm8Lh64/s400/Screenshot-114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they arrived home, much to Ayva's astounishment, Christopher was waiting for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently all these while, he had been keeping a watch on her, from afar, that is... The night before, he was actually on his way to his usual hiding spot after his work shift while he saw a yellow cab speeding towards the direction of the hospital. He knew what was it, and followed her there but because he has no relation with Ayva, the doctors and nurse prohibited him from entering her ward, there so, he decided to wait by her home instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayva, still feeling bad over the incident, let out a weak smile as Christopher walks towards her. &lt;em&gt;"How are you feeling now?"&lt;/em&gt; he asked. &lt;em&gt;"... I'm fine... thank you... I have actually given birth to a pair of twins..."&lt;/em&gt; she replied. She also noticed when she started to have butterflies in her tummy -- she knew it wasnt any postnatal symptons, but her feelings for Christopher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They seemed to awkward chatting but Christopher not wanting to lose this chance to speak to Ayva, continued: &lt;em&gt;"So what are the names of the baby?", "Do you need help? With anything?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Brandon and Bubba",&lt;/em&gt; this time she answered with a genuine smile. &lt;em&gt;"Why dont you come on in, Chris?"&lt;/em&gt; she continued. She's actually looking for an opportunity to apologise to him ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Ayva placed baby Brandon into his new crib, Christopher stood around in the house; cant help but noticed a revolting broken toilet. It smell so bad but bearing the stench, he would not plug his nose les' he offends Ayva, again. His heart was broken once again, it pains him to know that the woman he loved so much is strugging to make ends meet, yet there's nothing he could do to help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Erm..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448509741968416882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5z-vi1IYHI/AAAAAAAAA80/YimvGxLeJ6Q/s400/Screenshot-143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long awkward pause, Ayva cleared her throat: &lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry, Chris... I shouldnt have done what I have done to you the other night..."&lt;/em&gt; she said, and continued on: &lt;em&gt;"I guessed I was too naive, thinking I could handle the world alone by myself, but I just cant... and I am such a disappointment..."&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I dont want you to. I just want us both to try and make this work"&lt;/em&gt; Christopher said, as he bravely held her hands in his, hoping that she wont pull her hands away, that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448510094280266130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5z_EDS0kZI/AAAAAAAAA88/fVNFzjCoO2s/s400/Screenshot-139.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayva didnt said much after that, but was willing to allow nature let her life and Christopher's take its course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Extras&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448510492273750114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5z_bN73MGI/AAAAAAAAA9E/tbXXzL9uvvA/s400/Screenshot-127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, Christopher just couldnt live any longer with that stench and decided he ought to do something about that revolting toilet, how sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-179334225852088503?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/179334225852088503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-110.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/179334225852088503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/179334225852088503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-110.html' title='Chapter 1.10'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5z-XSh-KdI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pWs-6bT_B3Q/s72-c/Screenshot-113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-9122885290476080429</id><published>2010-03-14T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:27:53.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.9</title><content type='html'>In a blink of an eye, the days went by quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayva's in her 3rd trimester now, and would be due to give birth anytime soon. Much as the days of her pregnancy went by smoothly; she's had not much sickness and was able to move around quite easily. She's also trying all her best to keep her body healthy with whatever little she could afford -- these days, she's getting better in cooking and these meals should help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448493806522734050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zwP-q0FeI/AAAAAAAAA8E/QnOlDUaWz0w/s400/Screenshot-111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was determined to give the best that she can, being the best Mum ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also spent the rest of her maternity leave tending to her garden. It was really starting to take shape now and she was growing all sorts of fruits and vegetables. Selling the harvests was also a help, but most of all Ayva felt closer to Jared in this way. Perhaps she still love him a little despite his disppearance, but most importantly, she needed a closure, even if it means that Jared would not consider the unborn child in her stomach his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayva took time to sort her thoughts, and assessed her life. She remembered the night where she shut the doors on Christopher, especially his words. Ayva had not seen him since then, in fact, she missed him alot. She admits she have romantic interests towards him too, but because she was fearful for what the future holds for her, she didnt want to drag innocent Christopher down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering what the future holds for her, Ayva drifted to sleep on the bed, in her shack home. When suddenly she was jolted awake by the wetness of her bed, sure enough, the bed underneath Ayva was soaked, her waterbag had just bursted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448493987497662194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zwag2mVvI/AAAAAAAAA8M/JnO0YLfQhXM/s400/Screenshot-103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayva panicked: &lt;em&gt;"I'm going into labour, I'm going into labour... What am I supposed to do?"&lt;/em&gt;, then she remembered from the books she read: &lt;em&gt;"Br...breath, breath slowly..."&lt;/em&gt; It wasn't easy for the first time mum-to-be, and she was all alone by herself. Ayva gasped with pain and doubled over, uttering low groan. She struggled to call a cab before another contraction hit her and she cried out in pain, again. Picking up the bag that she had packed before in anticipation for the delivery, the cab arrived to take her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448494227536792882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zwofEYzTI/AAAAAAAAA8c/wo7YA18B0CQ/s400/Screenshot-105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou' smooth pregnancy but the delivery was a very long and difficult one. It was the scariest night of Ayva's life -- she almost thought she nearly lose her baby that day. She lost a lot of blood during delivery and the baby wasnt breathing when Ayva gave that final, agonising push...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't one; but 2 tiny cries. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard in her entire life. Ayva, still shaking and letting loose gratified tears that her babies are alive, kept slipping in and out of consciousness but the doctor assured her that once her body replenished the blood she had lost during delivery, she would start to regain her strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Congratulations, Mdm. Simmons... It's a pair of healthy twins, boy and girl"&lt;/em&gt; announced the midwife. &lt;em&gt;"What would you like to name them? We need to write up the birth certificate"&lt;/em&gt; the midwife asked, while gently placing the newborns into their mother's arms, one on each side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Br... Brandon and Bubba"&lt;/em&gt; Ayva whispered weakly from the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted as she was, she drifted off to a deep sleep until the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-110.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-9122885290476080429?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/9122885290476080429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/9122885290476080429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/9122885290476080429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-19.html' title='Chapter 1.9'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zwP-q0FeI/AAAAAAAAA8E/QnOlDUaWz0w/s72-c/Screenshot-111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-333632061528802489</id><published>2010-03-14T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:34:39.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.8</title><content type='html'>Not wanting to aggravate matters at her current state of health, Christopher came by almost every other day to keep Ayva accompanied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448477718405011890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zhnhwpWbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/HvrQZcQGDwI/s400/Screenshot-90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, he has stayed long enough in Sunset Valley to know that Jared Frio's famous for befriending people, then betraying them for his own interests. Rumors has it too, that he is also the father of Claire Ursine's unborn child. What an incorrigible jerk he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While there's no way Ayva could change the facts of her life, she had considered her options seriously and decided to keep the baby at all cost. Afterall, she was once given the gift of life too, and wouldnt want to take away a poor little innocent life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, her boss, Gunther came to know about her pregnancy too. He had came by the other day to check on Ayva after a visit to the nearby Alto family. Uncontrollably she broke into tears, as she was concerned about missing out on precious promotions and opportunities. Right there, Gunther assured her position at work for now... He gave her a broken TV set, belonging to him. Gunther knew Ayva would be up to the task of repairing it, since she often fixed her own broken toilet and bathroom. It mean so much to Ayva, that her boss was such an understanding man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448477573508199218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zhfF-jczI/AAAAAAAAA7c/eQAWJUWAly0/s400/Screenshot-99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Christopher came by that night, Ayva cleared her throat and approached her friend. She needed to tell someone, to share her worries with, that she does not have enough to raise a baby. Frowning her head, she said: &lt;em&gt;"Chris, I need to talk to you."&lt;/em&gt; Christopher brows knitted together in concern and he rushed to her side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448478215298488434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5ziEc1SGHI/AAAAAAAAA7s/IkNCgEdKX2I/s400/Screenshot-91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is it? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?" &lt;/em&gt;he asked. Ayva shook her head and mumbled: &lt;em&gt;"No, I'm fine... I guess..."&lt;/em&gt;. Christopher stepped back for a minute, confused and Ayva continued: &lt;em&gt;"I dont think I have the money to raise a baby, and I'm only 19YO! I have to think about how a baby's gonna affect my career! I'd be at home taking care of a child I can't really afford, while I miss out on promotions at work, thats if I'm lucky enough not to get demoted! I can't afford a crib, or toys, or bottles and diapers..."&lt;/em&gt; Ayva trailed off, because she was crying to hard to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448478900084670130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zisT3B_rI/AAAAAAAAA70/PUMoD3cWuaM/s400/Screenshot-92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ayva, easy now. Think of the baby"&lt;/em&gt; he said gently, but Ayva couldnt calm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her stomach was in knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ow!"&lt;/em&gt; she gasped suddenly, clutching her belly as a sharp pain caught her by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ayva, what's wrong?"&lt;/em&gt; Christopher demanded, while trying to hold her as she steady her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher know it was the time for him to express his romantic interest to Ayva. He could have just continue swinging by daily after work to keep her company, but deep inside his heart, it breaks to see the love of his life heart broken, for a jerk. So much so that he hopes to help her mend everything and make things right again, and wouldnt even mind considering the unborn child his, that's if she allows him to build a family together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448479354819998274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zjGx4YckI/AAAAAAAAA78/uWfszOKozBc/s400/Screenshot-97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It'll be okay. Ayva, trust me... Everything will work out, you'll see. Just focus on taking care of our baby..."&lt;/em&gt; he whispered. Ayva stood stunned, &lt;em&gt;"OUR baby?"&lt;/em&gt;regurgitating his words. &lt;em&gt;"Yes, I know this may be too sudden, and would even sound absurd but I want you to know that I will always be here for you when you need me, no matter what happens, Ayva, and I would love to raise this baby together with you, as my own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayva tried to reason with herself; everything that was going on, everything that was happening in her young life, but it was all too much for her to handle. She didnt know what to do, what to say to Christopher and what's gonna happen to the baby in her stomach... Not knowing what the future holds for her, she was lost, utterly down and out... &lt;em&gt;"Get out of my sight!"&lt;/em&gt; she screamed at Christopher, &lt;em&gt;"Get out! Go away! Leave me alone!"&lt;/em&gt; while pushing him away, out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayva shut the door behind him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaning onto the old wooden door, she kneeled down and wailed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christopher heard her cries, but left, without words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-19.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-333632061528802489?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/333632061528802489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/333632061528802489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/333632061528802489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-18.html' title='Chapter 1.8'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5zhnhwpWbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/HvrQZcQGDwI/s72-c/Screenshot-90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-8540578876232493697</id><published>2010-03-13T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T06:25:58.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.7</title><content type='html'>The carpool honking startled and snapped Ayva out of her bed, &lt;em&gt;"just give me a minute there~"&lt;/em&gt; she shouts back while hastily getting dressed for work. &lt;em&gt;"You aren't usually late, are you alright?"&lt;/em&gt; asked the driver, &lt;em&gt;"erm, I am..."&lt;/em&gt; she replied faintly. &lt;em&gt;"I hope so my dear, you look so pale and your eyes are puffy today..."&lt;/em&gt; said the driver and deafening silence filled the car while he drove her to the office. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good Morning!"&lt;/em&gt; said Gunther Goth; her boss, as Ayva walked by the pantry to her desk. &lt;em&gt;"Good Morning Sir"&lt;/em&gt; replied Ayva. Looking concerned, Gunther probed:&lt;em&gt;"Are you alright, my dear? You looked sick...". &lt;/em&gt;Trying to hide her pregnancy, Ayva lied:&lt;em&gt;"Err... Yes, I am Sir, I think I'd just tired from reading a book which got me drifted till late last night..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at her desk, Ayva bowed her head over her arms and let out a sigh... &lt;em&gt;"I don't think I can keep this secret any longer, what am I supposed to do now?"&lt;/em&gt; she ask herself while struggling to pick herself back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She managed to survived the day but not wanting to lie through her days at work, she applied for some leave from her boss to hide away; her protuding stomach. Immediately he approved, for he had already sense something was amiss since this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of desperation, and in need for help so badly -- Ayva rang Christopher up. Chris had recently found himself a new job at the Science Centre being a Test Subject, hence, he would only be free in 3 hours time. Meantime, Ayva decides to head down to Papyrus Memorial Library in search for some reads for her pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448410790333006754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5ykvzQ0Q6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/_viFPeyx88E/s400/Screenshot-84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at reading the pregancy book, she saw a cute toddler playing across the room. Maybe soon, she would be a mother herself, but she can't help but wondered if she would be ready to be a single-mother? Thoughts of abortion did filled her mind, that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448410947099387282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yk47Q1ZZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/F1-wNjB1aoQ/s400/Screenshot-85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just then, her phone rang -- Christopher is here, and he is waiting outside the Library for her. She rushes out to meet him, and as she walked towards him, he cant help but notice the changes in her body. It would be a long talking night, but knowing Chris as a good sim, Ayva's sure that he would help, if not the least; offer her some good advices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448411088769394610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5ylBLBmJ7I/AAAAAAAAA7U/On3bD-yb2zE/s400/Screenshot-89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-18.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-8540578876232493697?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8540578876232493697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/8540578876232493697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/8540578876232493697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-17.html' title='Chapter 1.7'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5ykvzQ0Q6I/AAAAAAAAA7E/_viFPeyx88E/s72-c/Screenshot-84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-6043273869709561103</id><published>2010-03-13T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:59:55.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.6</title><content type='html'>Somehow, Ayva was devoid of Jared in the days after the sleepover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime she tries to ring Jared if they could meet, &lt;em&gt;"not right now"&lt;/em&gt; was his reply! Despite knowing where he stays and work, Ayva thought it may not be a good idea to show up abruptly.&lt;em&gt;"He might be really busy"&lt;/em&gt;, Ayva tried to convince herself &amp;amp; brushed everything aside, until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448383166591760402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yLn4zreBI/AAAAAAAAA6s/4KMuR3toZbY/s400/Screenshot-80.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby woes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayva had been experiencing somewhat a roller-coaster mood swings recently... Likewise her body -- such as frequent visits to the washroom &amp;amp; her hips seemed wee bit rounder these days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She tried to brush away the idea that she &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;be pregnant, &lt;em&gt;"it was just that once!"&lt;/em&gt; she said while sobbing to herself, to the point these symptons have become part as her daily routine -- morning sickness! You know that you know you have to face the reality when you can no longer fit into your favourite skinny jeans anymore, exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448392430589384066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yUDH41FYI/AAAAAAAAA68/Pn9xhJbosa8/s400/Screenshot-82.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Caught in fear &amp;amp; dilemma, there's no way she's making a trip to the hospital, so instead, she grabbed herself a pregnancy test kit to confirm her worse fears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayva's shoulders shook with petrified sobs as she steadied herself over the sink. A positive pregnancy test was lying on the edge of the sink, the blue line seeming to taunt her and gloat over her misfortune. She yelled to herself, &lt;em&gt;"this cant be true!"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Much as I want to be a Mom, I'm not ready yet!"&lt;/em&gt; she thought, panicked. &lt;em&gt;"I'm not even sure of the relationship I have with Jared... Oh God, what am I going to do?"&lt;/em&gt; she wept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayva needed to see Jared, badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a deep steadying breath, while her hands shook as she dialed his mobile phone number and held the phone to her ear... &lt;em&gt;"Sorry, the number you've just dialed is no longer in use, thank you... Sorry, the number you've just dialed......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayva took a shuddering breath, and stood frozen...&lt;br /&gt;She dropped the phone, and it clattered to the ground with a small thud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She knew she had just been used, only a bit of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-17.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-6043273869709561103?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6043273869709561103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/6043273869709561103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/6043273869709561103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-16.html' title='Chapter 1.6'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yLn4zreBI/AAAAAAAAA6s/4KMuR3toZbY/s72-c/Screenshot-80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-8386306179782187145</id><published>2010-03-13T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:51:47.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.5</title><content type='html'>While his brother, Connor Frio is away in seek for inspiration for his next novel, Jared thought it would be a good chance to invite Ayva over to his home right after his work shift ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448378817333362514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yHqujq_1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/htz3JWJh37M/s400/Screenshot-69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayva, whom had been thinking about him all day and just couldnt wait to see him! Ayva knew it was very soon but it felt so right and she had fallen deeply in love with Jared. They spent most of the evening into the night getting to know each other more, laughing and ...smooching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448379214395407234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yIB1uo-4I/AAAAAAAAA6c/L035PsA_vGA/s400/Screenshot-70.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just then, in the midst of romancing -- Jared told Ayva that it was actually his birthday. He wanted to spend this special day with someone special. At that very moment, he transformed into a full grown adult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448378972166166994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yHzvWsGdI/AAAAAAAAA6U/EQZIs6lOETE/s400/Screenshot-72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping for a 'special' gift -- he asked if she would like to sleepover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayva hestitated for a moment, but later obliged...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a hopeless romantic, a kiss is all Ayva needed to fall in lust with Jared, so when he whispered in her ear: &lt;em&gt;"lets go into the room and make some love together"&lt;/em&gt;, Ayva just couldnt resist, although she werent sure if this is the right thing to do. They chased each other into his bedroom and made love -- it was so explosive, that Ayva was convinced she saw little hearts fall from the sky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448379608768128642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yIYy4bJoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Fl5ABW1LSok/s400/Screenshot-75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did she know what she had got herself into ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-16.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-8386306179782187145?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8386306179782187145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/8386306179782187145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/8386306179782187145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-15.html' title='Chapter 1.5'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5yHqujq_1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/htz3JWJh37M/s72-c/Screenshot-69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-7538112192263007878</id><published>2010-03-13T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:58:15.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.4</title><content type='html'>A brand new week, with a brand new position at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayva woke up extremely early in excitement to start her day at work as a Report Processor. It's hard to act on just a hunch when billions of simoleans are at stake, thus, she is required to compile the reports and provide detailed analysis... by morning... every morning. Ayva knows too that this would also be a chance to get close to the boss, so that when a better position opens up, her name is on the short list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448334652827655042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xfgA8-W4I/AAAAAAAAA50/iJxSqkKIbxA/s400/Screenshot-62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, Ayva know she needs some proper food &amp;amp; nutrients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tries out some homemade breakfast to kick start the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, the day was tough... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the tonnes of documents stacked almost as high as the roof, looking for a specific file was like a needle in haysack. But if there's anything schmoozering cant do -- it was the Repo-Man! Argh!! Ayva had forgotten all about paying her bills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448347518265205890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xrM4cUJII/AAAAAAAAA58/6ETE3YF55BM/s400/Screenshot-63.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came, and took her only light away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How 'nice' to start the week with a negative memory! Argh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately after her work shift ended, Ayva tries to call the Repo company if she could still pay her bills &amp;amp; claim back her only light. Unfortunately it was a plain NO! &lt;em&gt;"You should have known it better! Your red-bills exploded &amp;amp; we just had to summon the Repo-Man!" &lt;/em&gt;was the screaming answer over the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou' after a long tiring &amp;amp; stressful day at work, still, Ayva didnt wanted to head home straight to be reminded of the brutal facts that inevitably the Repoman had came &amp;amp; repossessed her items -- and there's nothing she can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, she decides to try her luck with Jared if he was willing to meet her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thought that might help compensate the bad day she's had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jared agreed to meet her by the beach near his home, because he only had a short time to spare before he has to go to work. Ayva told him everything that had happened, to her astounishment, she receives a warm, tight huggle from him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448347682465611170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xrWcIvfaI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7fdDabKT5JM/s400/Screenshot-68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost lost, Ayva struggle to understand what is going on? &lt;em&gt;"Does it means he likes me too?"&lt;/em&gt; she asked herself in her heart, still throbbing frantically. Before she could composed herself again, Jared asked if she would like to wait for him till he's off shift, as he would like to spend more time with her. Of course, Ayva agreed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might seemed to be too soon for anything to happen, but well, being the hopeless romantic, it's the heart and not the mind that makes the call, she just believes anyone could just be 'the one'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-15.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-7538112192263007878?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7538112192263007878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/7538112192263007878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/7538112192263007878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-14.html' title='Chapter 1.4'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xfgA8-W4I/AAAAAAAAA50/iJxSqkKIbxA/s72-c/Screenshot-62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-8558992092508274948</id><published>2010-03-13T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:57:22.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.3</title><content type='html'>It suddenly appeared to Ayva that she would spend her first weekend, alone. Afterall, despite the distant relationships, the fact was there once was a pretty huge family around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked herself if she wants anything more than just at the top of the business career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A new family!"&lt;/em&gt; Ayva proclaims to herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it would only be considered complete if you have a family to share your joys (and woes) with right? I'd love to have childrens, and give them the love I never real had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is anything else her mother had left behind for her aside the plot of land, it's the hopeless romantic trait. Ayva loved her mother more than anything else in this world, and while she was alive, a home-maker she was thus they spent most of their time together. Although her father was an unsculptous business man, still, her mother truly loved him. She was a role figure that Ayva greatly admired &amp;amp; envisage to be like, someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the options she have currently, she thought of a couple of sims; whom... mainly are her co-workers. Well, still she ought to start... somewhere... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered there was this cute guy at work by the name of Ethan Bunch and decided to ask him out. Sadly, &lt;em&gt;"not right now"&lt;/em&gt; was his reply! Fine! and so Ayva thought she would ring up the next in line -- Christopher Steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448328666597112962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xaDkgZPII/AAAAAAAAA5U/8c33AiYp1zQ/s400/Screenshot-31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he had agreed to meet her at the Central Park later that day, Ayva thought they didnt really hit along well together. Perhaps, the main reason behind was that Christopher had just been sacked for being late for work once too often. You know you're in trouble when you cant even handle being a coffee courier, sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she wandered around late into the night, she met Jared Frio near Le Shark Pool, where it's just opposite the Bistro he works at, and knocking off from his shift as a Spice Runner. Despite the late night, the couple were engrossed into getting to know each other, as if it was almost love at first sight ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448328953637863602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xaUR0PgLI/AAAAAAAAA5c/g8A6jmR06XE/s400/Screenshot-50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was almost dawn break, where they decided to continue this some other day. Ayva went home by herself, thinking that Jared Frio could just be what she's looking for! He's cute, and considering he's a natural cook... (well, don't forget she is hopeless romantic there's nothing as too soon!) it was all too exciting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up the next morning, Ayva goes about making her home (or empty) lot more homely. She remembered what Jared had shared with her the night before about growing her own crops for better/higher quality meals, or sell the harvest for quick simoleans! Although she had bought herself a stove, truth is she hasn't really quite gone into cooking her own meal due to lack of skills, that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave herself the vegetables which she bought from the supermarket for breakfast &amp;amp; decides to plant the seeds after finishing what's edible, together with those apple seeds from those she had previously stolen from Central Park. One by one, she gently plants &amp;amp; nuture them by watering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448329148149516322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xafmbbyCI/AAAAAAAAA5k/TA0SkRtB1fk/s400/Screenshot+16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she came out from a quick showers, she was suprised by a call from Christopher Steel. Apparently he felt guilty for having used Ayva as an outlet after losing his job earlier on and invited Ayva to join him for a simple lunch at the Hogan's Deep-Fried Diner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readily Ayva agreed, oh well, being Good by nature means she hardly take these things to heart &amp;amp; would always be glad for company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448331001911218018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xcLgOqj2I/AAAAAAAAA5s/6-QMitokXzY/s400/Screenshot-44.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, the lunch turned out to be more than what she was looking forward to! Spending time together, she observed that Chris is also a Good-natured sim, an Angler &amp;amp; Friendly. Oh, like cute Jared, he's also a Natural Cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayva wondered if she is soon gonna be torn between Chris or Jared, aww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-14.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Four&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-8558992092508274948?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8558992092508274948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/8558992092508274948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/8558992092508274948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-13.html' title='Chapter 1.3'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5xaDkgZPII/AAAAAAAAA5U/8c33AiYp1zQ/s72-c/Screenshot-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-381500697856399137</id><published>2010-03-13T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:53:15.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.2</title><content type='html'>Ayva was awaken by the sound of bustling activites in Sunset Valley early as before the sun rises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being new to the town not only has caught attention of some folks, but it feels as if an extra pair of eyes accompanied her each time she goes back to Central Park for more apples. Surely she wouldn't want to get caught for stealing apples, its so embarassing so letting out a sigh, she said to herself: &lt;em&gt;"Ayva Simmons, perhaps it's time to keep things certain things in check!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although tired, but with some time left before she starts her first day of work as a Coffee Courier at Doo Peas Tower, she decide to hunt nearby for something else to eat. She didn't manage to find anything except for a fishing rod left by the river so Ayva attempts to catch herself some breakfast in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448160347319408450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5vA-GVXl0I/AAAAAAAAA4s/bsPDmmJmzGM/s400/Screenshot+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately she caught nothing -- &lt;em&gt;"probably raw wouldn't have tasted very good anyway..."&lt;/em&gt; Ayva consoled herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!!! Somehow... Ayva lost track of time and is almost late on her very first day of work!!! She ran as fast as she could -- thankfully, she arrives just in the nick of time! Still panting, gasping for air, a prim and proper; well-dressed receptionist hands Ayva a set of uniform to change into before bringing her to her 'workstation' -- that is the pantry where she then learns for the days to come, how to be a professional coffee courier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Soon, the week was almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps too, inheriting the schmoozer trait from her evil father had proven to be good afterall -- since, she got along pretty well with all her co-workers, also, caught lil' attention from the higher management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunther Goth had taken a like in her professionalism even as a coffee courier &amp;amp; had applied to the HR department to have her transferred over to his, as a Report Processor. So, there she caught herself in a quick promotion! She's more than thrilled! Not only she is one tiny step closer to the top business track, she now can also afford to improve her living situation a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448166235600298450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5vGU147odI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PqrBIXBMYUo/s400/Screenshot-14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead of heading back to her shack-home -- Ayva decides to reward herself abit. She treats herself to a well-deserved meal at the local Bistro, dining on a lovely bowl of Mac &amp;amp; Cheese despite being the cheapest on their menu. This is afterall her first, proper meal since arriving in Sunset Valley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmmmm, heavenly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448163170134805538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5vDiaJATCI/AAAAAAAAA40/ttU0vPeggDI/s400/Screenshot+14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, Ayva swings by the 24-hour EverFresh Delights Supermarket to pick out some fruits &amp;amp; vegetables for later meals. So glad was she, knowing that she could now at least afford to make small purchases instead of stealing apples, while harbouring fears of getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the grocery store, she overheard some sims talking about a garage sale nearby &amp;amp; decides to head over for a peek. There, she managed to grab a cheap stove within her budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448165602493180514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5vFv_YbqmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/BWjz-FCV5HQ/s400/Screenshot-34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayva quickly fixed them up together, and decides to call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;She tucks in for the night, grateful for a proper rest at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448165166313012962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5vFWme-fuI/AAAAAAAAA48/Y6fwvK6uMk0/s400/Screenshot+15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-13.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-381500697856399137?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/381500697856399137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/381500697856399137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/381500697856399137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-12.html' title='Chapter 1.2'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5vA-GVXl0I/AAAAAAAAA4s/bsPDmmJmzGM/s72-c/Screenshot+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-5965083919361010703</id><published>2010-03-13T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:10:04.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448149513899527058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5u3Hgsyy5I/AAAAAAAAA30/Wu6igwI6mXM/s400/SunsetValley+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ayva Simmons arrives in Sunset Valley, she has little else than the clothes on her back and a plot of land on the outskirts of the town (lot chosen according to the Legacy Challenge rules) -- which she had inherited from her mother before she died. They had both kept this land a secret from her father as they both knew how mean he was and that he would try to that it away from Ayva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448149764802239842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5u3WHYqXWI/AAAAAAAAA38/0nfOn--NRvU/s400/Screenshot-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Equipped with just a few basic skills and the ambition to once again have a family of her own, Ayva is bent on building her own new legacy despite the bleak future &amp;amp; against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the little simoleans she had managed to save, she build herself what looks like a shack; couple of walls for the privacy of toilet, and a bed. Having no roof over her head meant that Ayva had to spend her first night sleeping under the stars -- pondering her next move in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448150065457318434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5u3nnaayiI/AAAAAAAAA4M/LGWLF3fvVw4/s400/Screenshot-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very next morning Ayva wakes up to a feeling she had never felt in her life before -- hunger pangs! Knowing no-one and with no simoleans left, she wanders around the neighbourhood for awhile before she spots an apple tree! With a rumbling stomach, and without hestitation, Ayva decides she would steal some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448151290450602642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5u4u63k6pI/AAAAAAAAA4U/NJ9NCrpKG9k/s400/Screenshot-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling distinctly unsatisfied from the apples, Ayva whom had great dreams knows in order to achieve her goals, she would first need to start somewhere -- meaning a job! She has little or no skills for the jobs currently available in town but having brought up in a business driven family all these years means she had seen a fair share of how a business is being run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this knowledge might prove valuable, so she decides to head down to Doo Peas Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448151785443515618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5u5Lu3FXOI/AAAAAAAAA4k/wk9rLYer4iI/s400/Screenshot-8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very long walk and having spent the entire afternoon, it was considered proven worthwhile when they agreed to hire her on as a coffee courier! &lt;em&gt;"Not quite as expected..."&lt;/em&gt; as Ayva thought to herself with a tinge of disappointment in her heart, but also as quickly she reminded herself: &lt;em&gt;"to be real successful means you have to start from bottom".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-12.html"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-12.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter Two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-5965083919361010703?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5965083919361010703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/5965083919361010703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/5965083919361010703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-11.html' title='Chapter 1.1'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/S5u3Hgsyy5I/AAAAAAAAA30/Wu6igwI6mXM/s72-c/SunsetValley+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-7804632739063640057</id><published>2009-10-06T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:14:28.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G1'/><title type='text'>Generation 1: Ayva Simmons</title><content type='html'>Meet my Founder sim -- &lt;strong&gt;Ayva Simmons&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With close observations &amp;amp; people whom had seen me in person before would realise that she was created in my very own image; adorning the long-straight hair, dressed in basic top coupled with jeans &amp;amp; even the smallest detail wasn't left out, that is my mole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you can probably say my simself looks better/prettier than the bonafide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389402486974957426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SssBAfO_x3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/tndpONKBbK4/s400/Screenshot+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Simmons Family Legacy Founder – Ayva Simmons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;Age: Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;- Schmoozer&lt;br /&gt;- Family Orientated&lt;br /&gt;- Good&lt;br /&gt;- Hopeless Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lifetime Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; CEO of a Mega-Corporation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Founder Background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although born &amp;amp; bred with a silver spoon in her mouth, Ayva Simmons is definately not looking forward towards her 'sweet' 18th birthday unlike most young girls in SIMcity. Her father, strongly believes that boys are an asset to the family; being able to carry on the family bloodline, and girls are liability akin spilled milk -- no point crying over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, she still thank GOD -- much as girls are not valued in the society, she could have been aborted without second thoughts, if her parents were from the poor &amp;amp; low income. So, blessed with no lack for the past 17 years of her life, she is grateful for this precious gift of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything has its time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck&lt;br /&gt;up that which is planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;In just days, she would be fresh out of high school, forced with 2 options from her father...&lt;br /&gt;Her choice is to be married off or be disowned by her family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayva has to escape the clutches of her evil father who was about to marry her off to the Lothario family in order to clinch the multi-simoleans merger deal -- if marrying her to the infamous womanizer, Don Lothario wasn't bad enough; it was to his father, 70YO Nicolo Lothario!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her mother had died 8 years ago and thou' she had 3 other brothers, they were all following in the footsteps of their evil father. Ayva knew just what she had to do, there's no way she's gonna let her father dictate her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayva Simmons: Chapter One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-7804632739063640057?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7804632739063640057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/generation-1-avya-simmons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/7804632739063640057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/7804632739063640057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/generation-1-avya-simmons.html' title='Generation 1: Ayva Simmons'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SssBAfO_x3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/tndpONKBbK4/s72-c/Screenshot+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-8575714846997054963</id><published>2009-10-01T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T06:15:15.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMMONS'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>My legacy family last name "&lt;strong&gt;Simmons&lt;/strong&gt;" is inspired by a random interview on E! News. No other reason except being easy to pronounce, unlike my previous pre-mature legacy 'Maranello' whom a friend commented it having too many alphabets to type, too many syllabus to pronounce, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still deciding if I should keep the first names in alphabetical order by generation or something else. I agree that the former is less confusing for me, as well as you guys reading it but I do have some head-cracking moments where I struggled to type in a baby name bound by the generation alphabet (ie. Gen 2 = alphabet 'B', Gen 3 = alphabet 'C', etc...) so I am putting this on the back burner &amp;amp; see how the game would proceed before I come up with some order, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also chosen to partake the following optional rules in my TS3 Legacy Challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matriarchy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Story Teller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my former legacy I had created my own rule that the Founder &amp;amp; Heirs sims may only marry &amp;amp; have kids with Service Sims (ie. Maids/Police/Firefighters/Pizza Delivery/Mail Carriers/Repair Technicians/Burglars/Social Workers/Repoman &amp;amp; Magicians...). I agree that it would bring my game to a greater height with the possibilities of heirs having "hidden traits" which can only be achieve through breeding with service sims (ie. Makes no Messes, Immune to Fire, ability to Apprehend Burglar, Pizza Appreciator, etc...) and prevents my sim from marrying into "rich" to dilute the essence of this challenge but unfortunately I had abolished this rule midway through playing the Simmons legacy because I realised the male sim-pulation in Sunset Valley is excruciating pathetic, that is male-to-female ratio, 1:10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps someday if/when I do complete the Simmons legacy &amp;amp; the reader driven motivation is high, I might consider starting another legacy on Riverview to continue this rule but that's no promises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But until then, now come join me in journey with the &lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/generation-1-avya-simmons.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simmons Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-8575714846997054963?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8575714846997054963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/8575714846997054963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/8575714846997054963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-5188263063960762273</id><published>2008-01-01T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:49:44.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIM-tionary'/><title type='text'>Ambrosia</title><content type='html'>(Warning!!! This is NOT allowed under the rules of the Legacy Challenge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills Required:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking (Lvl 10)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gardening (min. Lvl 7)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fishing (min. Lvl 1).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Items Required: 2 ingredient namely the Deathfish and the Lifefruit + Ambrosia Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Higher level of Fishing Skills leads to better chances of catching a Deathfish.&lt;br /&gt;... Baits = Cheese &gt; Alley Catfish &gt; Angel Fish &gt; Death Fish.&lt;br /&gt;... Go fish at the Graveyard pond between 2AM to 5AM (SIM time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately you wont know the plant before you plant &amp;amp; nurture them for a few simdays so... Either you plant all randomly picked seeds and wait for a lifeplant or alternatively embark your sim onto the Science Career &amp;amp; work his/her way to Level 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Collector Helper helps alot here &amp;amp; you can buy them with your LH points.&lt;br /&gt;* Life Plant seed is classified as RARE and SPECIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrosia Recipe can be bought at the Bookstore for $12,000 simoleans, then read it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ambrosia is a DINNER dish which means it would only appear after 6PM (SIM time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Divine Meal moodlet which gives +75 mood for the next 7 sim days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revive a ghost-sim if he/she feeds on it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reset the Age Stage Bar back to start '0 days' if a living SIM eats it.&lt;br /&gt;(No, it doesn't work as if Adult back to Toddler stage, got it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-5188263063960762273?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5188263063960762273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ambrosia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/5188263063960762273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/5188263063960762273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ambrosia.html' title='Ambrosia'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-846550802881933745</id><published>2008-01-01T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:48:36.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIM-tionary'/><title type='text'>Enabling Gem Cuts.</title><content type='html'>Default starts with only 1 type, which is EMERALD so in order to open the next 'cut', After 4 = OVAL option is opened. After 8 = Pear-shaped cut After 16 = Plumbob cut After 30 = Marquis cut After 45 = Crystal-ball cut After 60 = Brilliant Heart cut (together with above mentioned cuts, all available).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-846550802881933745?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/846550802881933745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/enabling-gem-cuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/846550802881933745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/846550802881933745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/enabling-gem-cuts.html' title='Enabling Gem Cuts.'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-5257563518698410364</id><published>2008-01-01T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:48:22.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIM-tionary'/><title type='text'>Controlling Baby Genders.</title><content type='html'>1. Eat at least 3 watermelons during the pregancy itself to produce girls &amp;amp; 3 apples for boys. 2. Homelot with more watermelon plants than apple trees is likely to produce more girl-gender babies, hence, vice versa if you wish to have baby boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-5257563518698410364?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5257563518698410364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/controlling-baby-genders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/5257563518698410364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/5257563518698410364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/controlling-baby-genders.html' title='Controlling Baby Genders.'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-2659291082042618181</id><published>2008-01-01T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:48:06.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIM-tionary'/><title type='text'>Colour Identification of Ghost</title><content type='html'>Have you visited the SIMS3-cemetary before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... White means he/she had died of Old Age&lt;br /&gt;... Red = Fire&lt;br /&gt;... Blue = Drowned&lt;br /&gt;... Yellow = Electrocuted&lt;br /&gt;... Pink = Starvation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-2659291082042618181?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2659291082042618181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/colour-identification-of-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/2659291082042618181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/2659291082042618181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/colour-identification-of-ghost.html' title='Colour Identification of Ghost'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-3407448364150804357</id><published>2008-01-01T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:46:01.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIM-tionary'/><title type='text'>Classification of Tombstones</title><content type='html'>The classification of tombstones is based on both &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;un-used&lt;/strong&gt; Lifetime Happiness points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 75,000 = Small Metal Box-type Urn&lt;br /&gt;From 75,000 - 150,000 = Medium, Standing Tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt; 150,000 = Large, Standing Tomb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-3407448364150804357?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3407448364150804357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/classification-of-tombstones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/3407448364150804357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/3407448364150804357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/classification-of-tombstones.html' title='Classification of Tombstones'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-3450713019445331423</id><published>2008-01-01T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:40:28.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIM-tionary'/><title type='text'>Where is Deathflower Bush?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SszAo-NEjxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jh36wsYqFs8/s1600-h/Screenshot-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389894664180764434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SszAo-NEjxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jh36wsYqFs8/s400/Screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/Ssy-Qw6w28I/AAAAAAAAAqE/vh64vDkYtd0/s1600-h/Screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389892049274198978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/Ssy-Qw6w28I/AAAAAAAAAqE/vh64vDkYtd0/s400/Screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the location in the graveyard where you can find the Deathflower Bush in both Sunset Valley &amp;amp; Riverview. I have attached screenshots in both towns, in hope of making the search easier for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunset Valley&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389010556045399730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SsmcjGvqlrI/AAAAAAAAAps/g8DcuhuHLcE/s400/SV+location+of+Deathfruit_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389010981234377026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/Ssmc72sngUI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2nRzFPMaOFc/s400/SV+location+of+Deathfruit_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; *******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Riverview&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-3450713019445331423?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3450713019445331423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-deathflower-bush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/3450713019445331423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/3450713019445331423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-deathflower-bush.html' title='Where is Deathflower Bush?'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SszAo-NEjxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jh36wsYqFs8/s72-c/Screenshot-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-1774605739534859079</id><published>2007-01-01T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:47:40.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game Resources'/><title type='text'>SIM-tionary</title><content type='html'>Here's a page which I have consolidated the "everythings" about the game, TS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I do possessed the "absent-minded" trait in reality and hence these tips had proven to be really beneficial for me, so here I present this page &amp;amp; hope it would be an advantage to you too, regardless of being a reader of my legacy blog or a player of this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since I have helped you save heaps of time, as well as the hassle of rummaging through the vast internet for the right answers, would you reciprocate this kindness? If you have tried &amp;amp; found any of the tips isn't working or known to have been updated, I would really appreciate if you could let me know, just drop a comment at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least... I believe in giving credit where credit is due so I would include the source(s) which I have obtain the details from, if it's not mentioned then most likely it was from the simmers on TS3 official &lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/forums/list.page"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You may also find some cheat codes here but that doesn't mean I am using all of them in my legacy challenge. So, apart from those 'approved' in the original rules of this challenge, the rest were perhaps used on my non-challenge games.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; You may use Ctrl + F to make searches easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/classification-of-tombstones.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classification of Tombstones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/colour-identification-of-ghost.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colour Identification of Ghost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/controlling-baby-genders.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Controlling the Baby Gender during Pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/enabling-gem-cuts.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gem Cuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ambrosia.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ambrosia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-deathflower-bush.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deathflower Bush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: If you are playing the Legacy Challenge too, please verify the cheats against the Rules before you use them. At your own risk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Link is &lt;a href="http://sims.wikia.com/wiki/Cheats/The_Sims_3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-1774605739534859079?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1774605739534859079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/sim-tionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/1774605739534859079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/1774605739534859079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/10/sim-tionary.html' title='SIM-tionary'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167628497737829729.post-2034517028442188205</id><published>2007-01-01T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:45:28.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game Resources'/><title type='text'>TS3 Mods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Honestly... I have downloaded heaps of custom contents &amp;amp; I won't be able to remember where exactly I got such-and-such item if you were to ask me. But to save you from possible headaches -- I'm trying my level best to compile this page &amp;amp; share all the sites which I &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;downloaded the custom contents from, so if you see anything you like in my screenshots, do come here &amp;amp; look for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mods:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=344611"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TS3 Helper Monkey Installation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=343951"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mosaic (Nude Sensor) Remover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://modthesims.info/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mod the Sims&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=348890"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=348890"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teen Woohoo + Pregnancy/Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=350022"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity Wear for Teens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This is required if you have Teen Pregnancy mod)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Custom Content:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://peggyzone.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peggy Zone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rosesims2.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RoseSims2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lianasims3.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liana Sims3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://studio.royal-hours.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim Studio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simmons CC downloads:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=1301564"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avya Simmons (Founder)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simmons Legacy House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167628497737829729-2034517028442188205?l=thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2034517028442188205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/09/mods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/2034517028442188205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167628497737829729/posts/default/2034517028442188205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimmonslegacy.blogspot.com/2009/09/mods.html' title='TS3 Mods.'/><author><name>duo_disaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhrONxeSE08/SO1wJiqOtoI/AAAAAAAAABk/eJ2boOFHBzg/S220/Ru-fy+(whitebrownpaws%40gmail.com).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
