Love?

The bestretarded way to find out if your boyfriend really loves you is to make a huge mess in his car (accidentally of course!) and watch his reaction. Of course, the situation at hand plays a major role. If you are sick and made a mess in his car, and he doesn't get mad at you but still sayang you and loves you and tell you that everything is okay (even though it doesn't feel like it)AND still cleans out the car AND you, then, he definitely loves you. Because, I know now that my boyfriend does love me. Hee. =) BUT, if you are sick AND he still can't make the effort to comfort you about it and still nags you for making a mess in his car, then, maybe he doesn't love you enough to bear with your sickness and yuckyness. Sorry. Heh.

I hate my body when it fucks up on you during the times you don't need it to fuck up. I woke up this morning and I was sick. Horribly sick. Pfft. -_- Everytime I change my position on the bed from the right to the left, I start moaning in pain because I can't move at all. My right side hurts so badly but I can't even adjust it to a more comfortable position. And when I try to get up to go to the toilet (I had already assumed that it was probably gastric or too much wind in the tummy) to purge or poop, nothing comes out and I make my way back to bed. Only, it hurt so badly that I couldn't change from one position to the other. I couldn't stand from sitting without crying or scream in pain, and I definitely couldn't sit from standing, from walking to lying down on the bed, from lying down on the bed to standing. So, in the end, when it became too much, I dropped to my knees from sitting. And, it became so bad where I couldn't even crawl to my bed. In the end, I lay on the floor calling out to my sister for help but she couldn't hear me. Sigh.. When Shiang called me, I forced myself up from the toilet floor (thank god it was dry!), crawled to the side of my bed and picked up the phone and cried and screamed into the phone asking for help. He called my sister to ask her to check on me and when she came to my room, she found me kneeling in front of the toilet door and quickly dragged me to the side of the bed. I vomitted liquid which looked like egg yolk. Yuck. I can never look at egg yolk the same way again. Yech! :p She took the all my blankets, comforters and pillows to make sure that I was comfortable and sat by me till Shiang arrived. And throughout the whole time, I was crying and twisting and turning because it hurt so much. *sobs. And when he came, he carried me to the bed, and let me rest a while and took me to the doctor. And in the car, I finally made THE mess. And he had to drive home so I could take a shower and change.

Doctor said it was food poisoning. Cis. I am never eating the chocolate strawberry cake from Secret Recipe anymore because that was the last thing I ate before this morning. Hazel said that the cake might be the cause of it because SHE had a stomach ache this morning as well. >=( I don't like the cake anymore. And I still feel a little ill. ):

To make myself feel better, I shall now go play House Of The Dead 3! Whee!!~ Hopefully I will be able to stomach the sight of zombies bursting and everything. Otherwise, sorry la INC. For puking all over your floor. Heh.

Tata.