Sunday breakfast

one of my fondest memories goes back to e time when we were still little and we used to go to macdonalds every Sunday to have a family breakfast.

it is not abt e breakfast itself but more abt e effort made by my parents to make sure we wake up in time for a breakfast tgt was heartwarming. we didn't get e luxury of having a happy meal each, but due to tt, we learn to share and know tt it's ok to not have things u want. the Mac we had here was one of a kind, smth lyk tea gardens Mac but much bigger. and still e best mac I've been to.

when I tink abt tis, i tink abt e afternoon sun shining at us then when we left Mac after breakfast, feeling happy and satisfied even though there were 3 of us kids but there was only 1 happy meal toy to bring home.

e only thing tt didn't change was e hashbrown, almost everything else was better back then. e neighborhood, my mozzie free home, e open space carpark, e playgrounds, e walk home from mac. I kinda miss it.

I tink e world is moving too fast and I don't really like it. nowadays when I eat, I wondering whether am I eating food or m I eating chemicals? almost everything we eat nowadays consist of some chemicals, but if we live in china we might b eating poison for breakfast so maybe it's nt tt bad. i tink for me, eating is one of lifes biggest pleasure. and getting home cooked food almost everyday is a privilege.

I wonder why I get homesick when I am out station for work, e ans may be tt this home is too good to me. every flight back no matter how long I am always ready to do work cos I m gg home! I am actually more excited abt gg home than gg to new places, crazy or what?!

enuff of my random thoughts. good night wandering souls.