A Buttery Death

My tummy usually wakes up a good 3 hours after I do. So, I'm not really one who's big on breakfast. (Ya, I know it's healthy but I find it really difficult to wolf down a whole meal in the AMs. A bit a bit ok lah.) But when I'm home, I don't have a choice. Even being lazy doesn't help cos breakfast gets prepared anyway.


So the other day – on the day I was supposed to drive down to KL, I woke up, got dressed and did some last-minute packing while Mee had her first meal of the day. No probs with that. But after she was done, she took it unto herself to make me eat my first meal of the day. We finally agreed with butter on toast. So, while I busied myself with the packing, she got to work in the kitchen.

Now, here's where it gets interesting.

You see, I usually like lots of melted butter on my toast. (I take after Dee when it comes to food. =p) And since she only had wholemeal bread at home, I knew that more butter was needed to ensure that I actually taste it. So I yelled from my room: "MORE BUTTER YAH, MEE!" and got back to packing. Well, wrong move. Cos this is what arrived:

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OMG, my mother is trying to kill me!