e science of breakfast

i was never much of a breakfast person... thou' in the past, i still get 'forcefed' despite attempts of telling that to my mom.

Ever since i can remember, she has been rather obsessed with the idea of cleanliness... often cleaning up the living room, wiping the furniture after our guests have left and probably loadings of little things i have never realised. It used to irritate me quite a fair bit, knowing that she would seize every opportunity to preserve the house in it's pristine condition.

yes, of course it's all comfortable and nice to have a clean house and all... but i do think it's overdoing it when she asks your friends to go wash their hands just as they step through the door...

i think i've inherited some of this 'clean' streak in me after all these years...

no, i probably wouldn't install those clinical mist-spray disinfecting unit at my door... but i do have my own little quirks, likes and habits of my own... like wiping the stove each time i use it and it looks filthy, vacumning and wiping my room floor ever so frequently, tidying up the garden when it looks obsolutely disgruntled and overgrown and more... or maybe i could just be house proud.

These days ever since i've came to London, i have been eating breakfast...

a usual mix of Marks & Spencers Deliciously Nutty Crunch cereals and an inviting cup of nescafe. Eating breakfast has largely to do with the fact that i do get hungry at abot 10am in the office if i fail to catch one... that's also were Milo 3-in-1 packets come in, thanks to friends of my flatmate who brought some over for her... hence i get to drink it too.

and sometimes in the quiet moments of the morning when i'm sitting at my desk with coffee and cereals, i think of my mom... how she used to keep trying to get me to consume breakfast despite my miserable attempts of conveying my apparent lack of appetite in the mornings.

i also realise that life can be ever so fragile and many things in my life have been done, or worse, not done with some regret...

appreciating my mom for what she has done and what she had to give up over the years for the family... yet probably bickering and arguing with her at every other given opportunity in the past... looking back, she has given her 3 children so much... a warm and stable home, the one religion to hold on to, all her time and energies...

mothers are such mysterious creatures...

you are a fantastic mother. and i will always love you. =)

June!

Stolen from Mela:

I AM: the Supreme Ruler of the Universe.

I WANT: a trip to the Maldives... really.

I WISH: i could end my (tentative) misery and know where i'm headed for studies.

I HATE: people staring at me... usually makes me stare back accusingly.

I MISS: milky.

I FEAR: responsibilty... i think i really secretly do.

I HEAR: voices in my sleep sometimes. scary yes.. afraid? hardly.

I WONDER: if i will ever look my age.

I REGRET: many many things in my life... however regretting doesn't make anything right.

I AM NOT: a small boy. i'm 26 but an online test says i'm, psychologically, actually 40.

I SING: and sing and sing and sing...

I CRY: in theatres when it gets all 'feel-ly'... why not.

I AM NOT ALWAYS: nice. I prefer to be honest yet tactful, direct but polite.

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: i like to cook... it's really quite therapeutic to come home after work and think of nothing but just chop up vegetables and marinate meat.

I WRITE: lengthy essays in my head but tend to throw them away.

I CONFUSE: people quite alot by mumbling and thinking/saying incoherent things. i happen to just think that way.

I NEED: a little more discipline, yet a slower pace, in my life at present.

I SHOULD: quit and sleep more. My dark rings are a true testament.

I START: talking to myself when i'm alone. It's honestly a most enjoyable experience really. I was in a cubicle once in Korea, obviously talking to myself and not realising there was someone else around. I heard him zip up in fair haste, mutter something in korean and briskly walked out. I believed it might have been something in the "he must be mad" category.

I FINISH: 2 pints usually in the same time my good friend Shumin has only gone through 1.

I LOVE: watching far-fetched/fantasy movies like LOTR, Narnia or Big Fish because it transports me to somewhere far far away...

I REMEMBER: alot of things in my head... but usually i tend to push them all right to the back to make way for the new. So do forgive me... i have goldfish memory, according to Mela.

the guy 7 hrs behind..

isn't it ironic how we used to be much younger in our secondary days, and wished we were a little older?

everyone probably has had that moment in life.. wondering when exactly is it that we consider ourselves 'grownups'... i think being 26 is just about as good a turning point in life as the day one realises girls are actually rather attractive. ( prior to that, girls were just girls. period )

not looking anywhere near 26 certainly doesn't help matters too especially when it comes to the cashier giving you the glance over and asking for your id when alcohol is involved.. i think the worse part is when the puny mortal realises i'm 26.. it's difficult not knowing whether to be sorry for myself or for the guy behind the counter who has to decide everyone's age... ok fine, only the selected few then. hmpf.

anyway, i think i should work out a little... build some tangible mass... acquire some inkling of a physical frame.... yeah right.

the flashback about growing up is largely attributed to a dear old friend Mela who's getting engaged... she nudged me when i awoke this morning, with a terrible flu and sorethroat, into checking out her latest blog entry where all was foretold.

Mela was the primary 4 friend who used to make minature plasticine pizzas in class together with me and had an allegedly bad impression of my mom... and probably still thinks she suffers from obsessive cleaning disorder or something along that line...

yes dear old you... may all the love in this world warm your marriage for the fabulous years ahead.

shooting stars

some friends came over.

we decided a photoshoot was in order.

eyeliner on & it was done.

see it.

4 the month of May

haha i think this is a real laugh!