this morning i was late again, simply because i wanted to have a hearty breakfast - alone. sad you may think, but i am alright with eating alone. one has to eat, right? just a quick bite. every morning i have this conversation with myself, what should i have for breakfast? the dry bread or the even drier biscuits. sweet muesli bars - not always my favourite, or the big hearty american breakfast? sinful nasi lemak, or the every-ready milo drink. i would first imagine the texture in my mouth and most times i just settle for that pack of instant oatmeal drink in the office. one, because i am late, no,.. not late, rather on time.

this morning, as i stroll into my office, i worry about the unwanted attention on me. Lately, a new colleague's existence bothers me a little, her being new to this culture, well, my culture... and that, i sees her reflection turning to my direction as i walked in. of course, i had to announce my arrival with the clanging of keys while i open the door. thanks to my new strategic seat. immediately i switched on the pc and started working, half forgetting my breakfast. all the conversation in my head with myself is futile. it's almost into noon, and i thought about my breakfast and then have another conversation with myself on whether i should have my breakfast when it's an hour away from lunch break.

*by late, i mean 5 - 10 mins :D