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Seoul Tower- Locks of love.You write your name and the name of the one you love, put it on the fence and throw away the key…
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If I ever go to Korea, I am going to go straight to Seoul Tower. This is so nice. :)
Battlescar Galactica
Jordin Sparks was right to sing about love being a battlefield. It isn’t all about just hugs and kisses.
I’ll try to explain what I’m talking about. I am one of the luckiest people when it comes to having a husband who does his fair share of household chores. When you’re at home there’s always stuff that need to be done.
I came home from work exhausted one day, put my things aside and sat on my desk chair. I looked at him and apologized for being a lousy wife, not being able to cook dinner in time. His answer rang like a Hallelujah chorus in my ears. He simply said, “That’s so old-fashioned. It’s not fair for me to expect that from you when both of us are working.” He helps around in the house and I love him to bits for it.
I try to do most of the chores though, just like ironing. He helps out with this one too. He’s now “sporting” a wound on his arm which he got from the ironing one of his shirts before going to work. It was early in the morning and it was still a little dark in our room, he didn’t want to turn the light on because he was afraid he’d wake me. He’ll have a scar just because he wanted to get me a few more minutes of sleep.
They say scars are reminders of the past. This scar will remind me of the little things he does everyday because he loves me. It will also remind of the little things I need to do for him everyday to let him know I love him too.
No matter what little deed it is we do for the people we love, as long as it’s done sincerely, then it’s surely worth appreciating.
source of photo: http://www.film4.com/
Without God our week would be: Sinday, Mournday, Tearsday, Wasteday, Thirstday, Fightday and Shatterday. Seven days without God makes one Weak.
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I agree, this is true.
May God bless us all.
Don’t forget to say your prayers. ;)
Source of Photo: theduty
Ahhh…Laundry, one of the household chores I seem to do most lovingly for the hubster. Today I prepared lunch for him to take to work. It feels really good to do something as simple as cooking or ironing clothes just to make sure he’s well-rested and taken care of. The wives’ duties belong to one astronomically long list. Could the list for husbands’ duties be as long?
I’m missing Cebu even more today. I wish I could roll Cebu into a ball and keep it in my pocket, take it everywhere I go.
Death to Smoochieeee
K ♥ S
The story behind this picture is this…
One Saturday night, the hubs and some of the other Serayans watched the Harry Potter movie. While deciding where to have dinner, some of us started updating our phone books. It turns out that some of them don’t have some of the other’s numbers. One even mixed up my phone number with Kyle’s!
The picture above is the picture that will be displayed on the phone’s screen when I’m calling, and when it’s Kyle who’s calling, what will be displayed is a picture of me kissing Kyle on the cheek. Obviously my idea, because something like this…never happens to us spontaneously in public.
I ♥ Music
What use is listening to music if you can’t crank up the volume?
Tango
These are pictures of the doggie Kyle gave me when we were still in Cebu. I miss Tango. He is such a funny dog and will do all sorts of tricks you ask him to just as long as he’s given food.
He barks a lot. It annoys the heck out of our visitors but thanks to Tango we can also make sure we have a reliable house alarm. He’s such a good guard dog. However, I don’t think Tango’s ever really bitten anyone.
When I visited Cebu for the first time after staying in Singapore for so long, Tango was so mad at me he wanted to attack me. It was as if he was mad that I left him. I wanted to pat him and hold him and show him that I wish I could take him with me to SG. It took days before he started allowing me to go near him again. I had to keep giving him treats just so we could be friends again.
My heart broke when I left for Singapore again. I miss him specially when I get home from work and there’s no little creature to meet me as I kick off my shoes. There’s no more sniffing. There’s no cute little doggie to jump on me anymore and place paw prints all over my pants.
I miss the little rascal.
He knocked up our other doggie, Molly, and they have puppies now. I wish I could see them! I hope they’re as cute as Tango :D
Molly was the name my mom gave the female pup since she was so tiny. Tiny = Small - thus the name, Molly. Sounds like Smally without the ‘s’.
