health s.c.r.e.e.n.i.n.g.

Did a health screening test @ the company I am working in yesterday for FREE (I lurve this word). The screening was conducted by NKF (I think its the organization had that money scandal trial going on). The process were damn fast and damn efficient, total respect! Anyway, the results returned not in favour of me...

1. I have 14.1% extra body fat amassed in my body!
2. I am about 10kg above my ideal weight!
3. Luckily my sugar level and acid level are in top notch
4. Cholestrol level, manageable...
5. I belong to the prehypertension category! woot! Should tell this to the company to give me less work!

So, overall, I guess I failed the screening (*please be informed that there is actually no pass/fail condition for the screening, as opposed to you thinking that there is a large "FAIL" sign marked on my test results*). I was advised to exercise more often, consume more fiber and plants, cut down on high protein, high cholestrol food, reduce sugar (*no problem, since Malaysia is lacking of sugar anyway*) and salt intake... and on and on and on...

Putting that aside, the screening was conducted by personnels from the NKF organization; where close to 80% of the 'screeners' seems to be Mandarin speaking Chinese and 99% of my colleagues are Indians (most are from India)... They seem happy seeing me and began conversing in Mandarin with me. Initially, I can still understand and reply as it was normal words and sentences being used (yeapz, I am not that banana kay?) but later on, when it comes to the screnning process and results, I have no idea what their talking about and resolved to "Wo bu ming bai ni shuo shen mer, ke yi yung ying wen mah?" :: translation: "I don't understand what you're saying, could you please use English?" *Banana mode kicks in...*

I don't know whether it applied to everyone or was it just me, but their English was so d**m, bloody, difficult to catch... It is indeed English, spoken in a very fast manner, with pure Mandarin slang attached to it. Therefore, it has all the up tones, and down tones with the toungue sticking to the roof of your mouth. Now ladies and gentlemen, try that to your friends; you're bound to get some good ol' slapping from them.

It was not until the final station, which sort of acts like "The summarizer" of the screening, manned by an Indian lady, that I was able to understand truly my condition. Thank heavens...

*p/s: Another reason added to "Why thy shalt not consume fastfood..."