8 minutes of my life... GONE

I promised myself not to go there anymore. Last week, 8 minutes of my life was shorten. If I am there once a week for 6 months, I am living my life 192 minutes shorter.

Yesterday evening, while walking along the corridor, I told myself not to cross that road. I want my 192 minutes back. But my feet are beyond my control. They just strolled across the road and towards that shop that I dreaded so much.

Upon entering, my butt just sat on the chair, like a magnet sticking on a piece of metal.

And my mouth automatically said 'Kon lou, jing yuen, dai geh' (Dry, meatballs, big size).
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minced meat over dry noodles, with 8 beefballs

Soong Kee's beef noodles at Jalan Silang. How to resist?

By the way, Penny told me 1 beefball will shorten my lifespan by 1 minute if I take it once a week for 6 months.

Another 8 minutes gone this week.

few minutes later.. *burp*.. skuse me..

Adios..