i was lying comfortably on my bed with a big bowl of cornflakes (my latest craving! i can finish a big box in two days) and a nice book when my mom suddenly came into the room

BANG! she put something heavy onto the floor.

"oi. come here take your weight"

bloody hell!! i haven't seen a weighing machine in my house since i was in primary school and NOW she has to get a new one!!



"er dont want lah" i attempt to look busy eating my cornflakes.
"COME. so you now what's the result of you eating all that rubbish."

damnit.



anyway she got bored after failing to trick me onto that damned piece of contraption.
i continued what i was doing, but DARN! that thing was an eyesore!! (and in a sick way, i do want to know how much harm has all that bloody office food done)
well, after about 2 hours i finally got the nerve to step on that.. that.. THING!!


ok lah. no need to broadcast my own weight ok. :)

but jeez. i think i'm seriously getting unhealthy. no exercise, too much rubbish food, too much air-con, too much germs in the office.