Those were my beginning meal of the day, apparently, my 1st status of the day, as well as my first breakfast of the month.
U wont exactly called it a breakfast, neither do i. A breakfast is the earliest meal of a day, but, do u called the meal served at the earliest hours of the day as breakfast? Or do u define breakfast as a meal that u have after the longest slumber of the previous day?
Of course, the definition is so personal that it can bubbles into infinite variations from person to person. How you depict a breakfast doesn't really helps in explaining the paradox of "breakfast", because for every questions of how, it always boils down to the letter "Y".
Time, it's sense of time, that frame the ways we see things, probably on everything.
Somebody takes sleeping as an indicator for time, after a sleep it considered a day, and breakfast is the 1st meal after a good night sleep (or prob good "day" sleep?). If that's the measurement for time, i'm experiencing 24++ hours a day right now, and that was not actually a breakfast that i have earlier this morning.
Some other people, for example, taking an alternative perception on time to see things.
Morning may seem to u as the moment after u wake up and sun rise from the east while night is the time u'll getting nearer to sleep in a world w/o daylight. To some, its how they feel at the moment that defines time.
To a mother, morning started even before sun rise as soon as she thinks of her beloved family, a moment, regardless how insignificant it is, filled with pure love and hope.
The realization of how miserable i am losing track of time struck my head in this rare occasion, as i watched the sun rise after staying up the whole long night.
" it's been a miserable night.", i told En.Azmi in a stress free manner, showing my unfinished plans and sections in the morning.
It's been such a long time since i actually watching sunrise, experiencing purely the moment, morning.
Finish writing on 26th November, in the night of 25th of November.
