Yesterday, after mass, my brother wanted to stop by Sunway Pyramid to get some stuff for his mobile phone. Like every other weekends, there was no parking spot available so we had to drive around for about 15 minutes before finding our way at the rooftop – an open space parking. It’s beautiful up there!

After spending about an hour at the mall eating McDonald’s ice-cream (which my sister end up eating them for me), window shopping, looking at power wheels and action figure figurines, we decided to get out of the mall and get home to get ready for our evening activity – to jog.

It was about to rain when we reached the parking lot: strong wind and dark sky greeted us – and my fiancé suggested we take photos just for the fun of it.

We had to take a few shots to get the so-called perfect shot. The wind was too strong that it kept blowing my fiancé’s hair to his face.

Nevertheless, everyone had fun laughing at the rooftop.

I sure own PLENTY of apologies to a lot of people since one of my best personality traits is offending others without even knowing I did. So, today I’d like to apologize to my two favorite plants:

Plant 1

This is among the first plant my fiancé and I purchased together. (You know how in-love couples have this our first car together, our first vacation, our first cat, our first garbage etc) It has withstand almost 2 years of abandonment, poor potting and malnutrition because we kept it somewhere where we tend to forget it even existed.

I’m so sorry, dear cacti, for ever forgetting to give you proper pot and watering system. I know how much you’ve starved during your few years stay with us that if you were a human, you would consider getting yourself a social security disability healthcare.

Plant 2

Those aloe vera came into my apartment single, alone and lonely. It was a gift from my mom who wanted us to have some green at home so we’d have a decent supply of oxygen (I made that up, of course). Less than a year later, the aloe vera managed to outgrow the small pot provided to it and built a large family that made Jon & Kate looked like a mini.

Those aloe vera too, withstand abandonment and loneliness in that little red pot.

Oh dearies, I promise I’d buy you guys new pots before the month’s end. I’ll include some brand new black soils as well so as to keep you alive. I’m also sorry that your neighbor – si macau – died last month from excessive fertilizer. (It wasn’t me. It was my fiancé who did it!) I promise I will take care of you from today onwards.

Thank you for supplying us some oxygen.

Aiso boss doiti upisku, ngaa memprint-print nopo izou doiti – mulau no kopio! lol

Pardon me for my attempt in speaking in Kadazan, but that’s the best I can. At least I’m learning!

So I found these cute stuffs on foreverfriends.co.uk and this particular thing caught my eyes, it’s like love at first sight. It’s like finding the Blue Advantage for the first time.

I’m so in love that I think I’m inspired to do something inspirational.. or something inspiring.

Anyway, I’m inspired. :-)

So it’s my birthday and that always feels like an occasion for a blog post. For skin elasticity’s sake and all that. Although the older I get, the less I feel like celebrating. I think I didn’t age at all this year and my fiancé would agree to that. There are times when he’ll ask me to act like a grown up. lol

My body however, is giving it’s way to the old age. I couldn’t bend and rest my head on my thigh anymore. Sometimes my back would hurt involuntarily. Unwanted fats popping up at obvious places – the tummy, under the chin, arms, thighs etc. An attempt to lose weight by going for a jog resulted in you throwing up like you’ve had a bad food-poisoning case.

But it’s ok. I don’t mind getting older. I have all the love and support from my loved ones. My fiancé would carry me when I couldn’t cross the river. My parents would keep telling me how beautiful a daughter I am. My sister would tell me how lucky she is to have me as her sibling. And my brother.. oh.. have I told you that he’s treating me to dinner tonight? I’m thinking Nandos. Or maybe I can get him to buy me some wooden swing sets. I’ve always wanted a swing for myself since I was a kid.

Maybe being 30-something is not bad after all.