This was taken in my Swedish school while I was waiting for my next final exam. Me in blue t-shirt and the painting itself has also blue color.
This is my entry for this Blue Monday. Happy Monday folks
To You My Dear Sister
You made my childhood special. And although the times have gone, the sweet memories shall never fade. You stood with me every time I snapped. You made my every childhood experience, a memorable one. You are my best friend since all these years. You are the reason, I believe in myself. Thank you for all the awesome times we shared. Thank you for pushing me through to my find my own happiness and thank you (I always do) for finding my man.
Wish you a very happy and warm birthday. I Love you my sweet sister.
Oh God! I almost forgot our Sweet Saturday this week. But I’m not late anyway.
Here’s my Sweet Saturday moment with of course my husband. This was taken in one of the restaurant in Manila. This was my first time going back to Philippines after I migrate here in Sweden. Thanks to my brother Dante who took this photo.Belated, happy, happy birthday Jona. May you have more birthdays to come and good health always. God bless you and your family.
How am I as a sister/friend? This is the topic for couple’s corner this week.
Actually I left an off line messages to my siblings asking what kind of sister I am. But unfortunately I don’t get any reply…hehehe. Am I bad or what?
Anyway, I am a sister who did everything to help my siblings. I was working to support my sister and brother’s schooling. I helped them in a way that sometimes I forgot myself.
Helping them sometimes hurts me. I mean because maybe I’m spoiling them so much. Helping them doesn’t mean that I want them to help or pay me back. Sometimes simple thank you or appreciation would feel me very happy. But why sometimes it’s difficult to understand them? Or I might be thinking or wanting too much from them.
Being very far from my siblings doesn’t mean that I stop helping them. Not all their materialistic things but emotionally.
As a friend, I don’t really know. All I can say is, I can be your true friend if you’re true to me too. Sometimes, being me as a friend doesn’t matter anymore. I encountered (may times) a “friend” who just took advantage my kindness but at the end, I’m the “bad” one. I don’t know why.
I don’t really know what they mean. But to those who know Tejan and Shy, you better ask them what kind of friend I am. They are my friends since I came here in Sweden. Way back in Philippines, all they could say, I’m a good friend, thoughtful, helpful and very fun to be with.
My husband words to me are: as a sister and as a friend, I’m the best sister my siblings could ever have. Generous, thoughtful, and loving sister. As a friend: I can be your bestfriend. No one can be as nice friend as you. (That’s my husband’s words)…
I might be wrong describing me as a sister and a friend. But as I know myself, I am who I am… Take it or leave? Happy CC everyone.
Blue Monday once again. Oh blue, blue, blue.
My entry for this week is my niece Aquinnah. This was taken last time I was in Philippines and it was my first time meeting our new angel. We were about to sleep. Playing in bed and reading her fairy tale books before going to sleep.
Have a good Monday everyone.