These days, I'm happy just to pack my day to the brim, retire to bed at the end of it with a book and not get past 5 pages without yawning myself to sleep.
And so it explains why, even after 3 hours of Z's and the prospect of working from three to ten, I still dragged myself up at 6 yesterday, with the sun just peeping over the dark silhouettes, to make the not-so-quick dash up north to Desaru for breakfast.
Its strange. Going to a beach like Desaru and not actually seeing any sand. That's because we didn't even stop at the waters' edge, opting for a quick ride up to the Golf Resort directly to fill our ravenous tummies. Curled up in a Rex, the road-trip was a cacophony of Pssssts from the blow-out valve and swerving conversation on the back of Travis playing over the iPOD. Infront, the gleaming twin exhausts of the 350Z edged us closer, closer. A case of turbo Cat & Mouse.
Before crossing the border back home, the convoy was washed, vacuumed and shined for the sweltering mid-day sun.
Then I had the chance to sample a fantastic hybrid of
Chee Cheong Fun and
Yong Tau Foo bathed in a fragrant, sweet and curried gravy.
New friends, new tastes and a new experience. That helps to ease the gloom somewhat I suppose.
Almost Desaru, Almost Happy.
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