Today, R the Evil brought a Bengawan Solo chocolate marble cake and left it on the coffee table.

And its still there now. The rich creamy butter cake.

Taunting me. Teasing me. "Oooh come on now.. you know you want to, you naughty girl...I'll be an absolute delight with your coffee...."

It's a good thing I have not succumbed yet. Not through sheer will power, but I am not quite up for butter cakes today. Especially not after 2 days of irresponsible munching.. nasi lemak (twice!), Ben and Jerry's Mint chocolate cookie cone (this one I had to. It's a travesty for a day at the Zoo to not end with a B&J!), instant noodles, a supper session of teh-si and fish sliced behoon (because I had a sudden urge to consume cellulose at the unearthly hour of 12.30 am and there's chye sim in them fish beehoon) and chicken rice.

Plus I'd expect a whole lot of food later on at Applecow's pre birthday dinner do. So its time to do some cunning calorie accounting. Balance my credits and deficits so there'll be no shock, horror, denial followed by tears at the scales later on, although I suspect the damage is being done as I write. Lipids finding snug locales in my being and deciding that they like me enough to want to stay for good. And they don't even protect me from the cold! The lumpy ingrates.

In the meantime, I think I'll take the spurned cake and dispose of it in the fridge. Plenty of hungry mouths in the lab tomorrow.

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Mingko, Applecow and I have taken to running with music plugged into our ears.

Look out world! For we are....the iPlodders. (lame, I know...)