"I do not want life to imitate art. I want life to be art." - deliverance of ideas
Monday, May 12, 2008 Sweet Thank You
4:44 AM
I had a bad
BAD diarrhoea this morning! I almost faint! Seriously. Face gone so pail, sweat, feeling hot and cold, no strength to stand. My brother got so shocked when he came over to hold me and gave me medicine.
The funny part was when I'm talking rubbish to him. I said
"Alson, I think I need to go hospital. The pain is fucking killing me. OH NO! My gastric is back again! I can't stand the pain. I wonder how am I gonna bear the pain if I give birth!" Lol. Gonna faint still can talk so much me.
And he said
"Okay, I bring you to hospital." I got on my bed, he cover my blanket on me and says
"I need to prepared a injection that will kill your pain. You have a good rest." His injection means warm milo. Taste supper good and I had a good rest after that.
Thank you my beloved brother! 
