She say is jetlag. I disagree. I think is because I missed her too much. But that would sound really cheesy and she would not miss out a chance to tease me about it. Oh well, I really don’t think I’m having a jetlag. More like I’m having things in my head. You know…like you got a lot to think about. Whatever. So it was 8.53am when I decided for the 7th time for the past 8 hours that I would get at least some shut eye. At least till 9. Then I flip open the not-so-flipping-anymore phone to only realize is bloody 8.53am. 7 freaking minutes to 9am.
So I hop off the bed with these heavy pair of eyes and straight for the bathroom. Took a shower and decide that nothing happens before a good breakfast. As a few hours ago, I told her that I would have Subway for breakfast. They serve pretty good breakfast. Fresh and healthy too. The time to head out is perfect. The peak hour traffic had just subside and the next peak hour is not till 2-3 hours away. I would even have enough time to run an errand if I wanted to. Which of course I wouldn’t miss out the chance. The damn tax refund thing has to be done. Take the envelope, head down to the post office, buy the bloody stamp and drop it into the bloody mail box. Is a 2 minutes job. Perfect for a heavy eyed morning. No brainer too. 
Ahh…but the breakfast. This post is about the breakfast. Unfortunately, Subway wasn’t my choice for this particular morning. Though it was last night. But you don’t have breakfast in weeeeeee hours. So that doesn’t count. Where I stay here has got a very intense morning market. They sell, clothings, raw food, cooked food, kitchen wares, shoes, underwear, fruits…..I mean…all kinds of stuff. Like all kinds!! There was this dude selling house lizards as a medication. There you go!
Anyway, the breakfast breakdown…
Yao Char Kuai & Sesame Yao Char Kuai – 1.20 Ringgo
Chow Mai Fun mix Chow Min plus 1 over easy (I didn’t wolf the yolk) – 2.00 Ringgo
1 packet of Tao Foo Fa – 1.00 Ringgo
Wolf them down in no more than 5 minutes……priceless….
There are some things money just can’t buy. For everything else there’s Mastercard.
And then a good nagging from the one I love so much.
Ahh…now I’m sleepy.
Ja!
Indulge in a Bavarian meal introduced by a German
This picture wouldn’t had mean anything if morphine didn’t stand there.
A cosy little bookstore in Bath. I could have spent all my time and fortune there.
