A liar

 is always a liar at the end.

I already know and I choose to stay silent.

Every season

 serves a reason. 

Woke up early on a Sunday to join dozens of pro cyclists.

Enjoyed the breeze, the hopping squirrel, the rooster giving his all to cockadoodledoo when I teased him with Chicken Jockey. A brisk-walking uncle greeted me morning, witnessed the firetruck jetting some water and even bumped into Mr Postman. 

Dragged the sis all the way to Jalan Kayu.

Probably the furthest hood I’ve reached by cycling. 

Excited to see some new continuation of tracks.

Plane spotting. 

All for this expensive Mom’s day breakfast treat from sis. 

And them made me walked 4 bus stops home but ended the day with this gift. 🥹

Cannot wait for the week to be over when it has yet to even start. 

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 Celebrated mom today.

Alhamdulillah. 

Her bday flowers this year.

And her bday cake. Was similar to previous year but this time, pink instead of purple flowers. 

Oh how we need to grow emotionally after realising how much our parents have aged. 🥹

Every family meal is more precious than ever.