My youngest brother is doing some kind of heart study this afternoon. My mother asked my uncle to fetch them at 615am. The operation was supposed to be 8am. But it was then pushed back to 12pm. Get my drift? And he called me to complain. The moment he spoke, he shot with lots of vuglarites. Haha he complained of not enough sleep, complained of the poor effeciency. Complained of hunger. Complained of being sianz. In fact, he wasnt scare. He was saying "Ta ma de, ask me come so early register den wait. gimme me milo and biscuits nia. ni bei very hungry. later u coming down not? got hor, help me buy food. si bei yao." ^_^

And he was only wheeled in at 4.15pm.

poor d@ddy had food poisoning. woke up in wee hours to vomit. hope he will get well soon *muacks*