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. =)