Just when I was thinking bout how I'm gonna get rid of the fats accumulated @ work if my treadmill dies on me one day...

It DID!

Ok, it nearly did...

The gigantic machinery fell onto my mum's precious parquet...

The loud thump made Mummy rush up the stairs to see what has fallen...

I think I feel a slight rejoice/relief from my Mum when she saw the disjoint machine...

The same machine that took up a whole lot of space, made tons of noise and caused heaps of scratches on her previously smooth flooring...

Fuming with myself, I went to find Nauti boy and when he was figuring out what was wrong...

The treadmill took on a life of its own and miraculously fitted back to its original shape...

I'm amazed.

Yay~

So now, it's functioning again, not to my Mum's delight I guess...

*shrugs*

I'm pleased.