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Hour 3: Breakfast at Tiffany's

Well not exactly at Tiffany's but breakfast happens at around 10 am every working day. When I first joined the company I don't even go for lunch, then the reality sinks in that people will try to run away from the office as much as possible, and I joined them. It's an art in itself to slip away from the office when you're not supposed to do so, and you need someone to do the surveillance and all. And make sure it doesn't happen on a meeting day, then you're in deep trouble. Breakfast being always not what you like to eat will almost always sucks. I prefer thosai or idli but then the freakin place has no Indian restaurants and all we get are oily bland tasting Malaysian super breakfast fix's such as Nasi Lemak, Roti Canai (baroda in India), fried vermicelli (as in the pic), etc. The worst you can do is eating so much for bfast and falling asleep for the rest of the day, but in most cases the workload waiting will scare the soul out of you anyway. By the way, Breakfast at Tiffany's is a novella by Truman Capote and was also made into a movie starring they ever enchanting Audrey Hepburn. Just came back from bfast...back to work...see you in an hour!
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Keshi said…
**hey yummy pic!

** prefer thosai or idli but then the

I just LOVE thosai and Idli. Nothign compared to that.

**freakin place has no Indian restaurants

and where is this? I thought Malaysia has alot of Indian food places.

**and all we get are oily bland tasting Malaysian super breakfast fix's such as Nasi Lemak, Roti Canai (baroda in India), fried vermicelli (as in the pic), et

HELL NA...dun eat such heavy unhealthy food for brekky. U might sleep the whole day at work lol!

tulipspeaks said…
How could u say no to nasi lemak, roti canai, mee goreng while being a Malaysian? :P

and that comment was with hope none of my lecturer would see this..


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