The Way You Make Me Feel

Ken

And so, after getting rid of my jeans and my T, I stand on the weighing machine.

It somehow uses some sort of magical way to measure all the triglycerides and fatty acids in my body, and then uses this very must-not-take-my-eyes-off-of-it pointer to translate whatever magical way they use into foreign languages they call kilograms and pounds (or so I think it's pounds, wth).

And thus, after using this magical scale, it somehow tells me that I am *4 kg. I actually lost 1kg. Yay to ice-cream, chicken skin and fried food ! =D

I am officially a little fat. But by gaining 1kg, I will be officially fat. Soooooo, I need more ice-cream for dinner. Hehe. >=)



*And I don't want the world to see me, coz' I don't think that they'd understand.