Monday Morning in Tanah Rata, Cameron Highland

Butter, strawberries, and scones—clearly the breakfast of champions on vacation mode, yeah?

“Breakfast at 1,500 Meters” In Cameron’s heights, 

I rise with grace, 

Not a spreadsheet or deadline in my face. 

The butter’s smug, the scones divine, Strawberries plotting—"You'll post us online."

Monday mocks with its usual roar, 

But jokes on it—I'm not keeping score. 

The only rush? My tea cooling down, 

While I judge the mist in my vacation crown.

Seven hours from chores, tasks, and stress, 

Wrapped in a blanket of alpine finesse. 

So here's to escapism, crisp air and toast—

 Living my fluffiest, flakiest life, coast to coast.