Dinner reservations are due in about 15-30 minutes, nobody's close to being ready; Dad is reading the papers even! I see how procrastination runs in the family and I shan't be blame for it! :p It is not the best time to succumb to the bed, although my eyelids could possibly weigh heavier than myself. It could either be a hyperbole, or not. Of course, the latter would be impossible, as the newly purchased weighing machine opposes such. The last time I dwelled in denial was when I weighed on the broken scale; I was a pretty happy child, because the last time such figures actually appeared on the scale was back when I was 14. Mr New Scale anchored me back to pothole land. Now that I must win constant battles against stupid CNY biscuits, I have retreated to books to keep me company. How happy I was indeed, to finally be able to concentrate on words once again, and decipher intricate lines, gasp at paragraphs and feel completely lifted from reality. Though, it'll resurface back yet again, not with the help of Mr New Scale but just how it bites from the way I'm presenting myself to Bukit Bintang tonight. Let's all hold hands and pray I don't bump into familiar faces. Oh boy.