Breakfast

Somehow I suspect I'm not the only Malaysian expatriate like this:

Go out for a 10 km bike ride in the morning, come home to eat a nutritious Special K cereal breakfast, with low-fat milk.

Feel exceptionally proud of myself, feeling fit as my calf muscles are tight.

Feeling good for eating such a healthy breakfast.

For perhaps 2 mins.

And then I fight the urge to sob uncontrollably as I'd rather be eating Chee Cheong Fun, or an oily roti pisang, or murtabak, or Hakka mee.

Sigh.