Its that time of the year again, when the number of the month become double digit. Taking turns, different people will go into depression and then enter euphoria. First up is our young little pri 6 kids taking PSLE. They are already playing their asses off now. Following will be Sec 4 and then JC and followed the rest.... and last but not least, NTU computer engineering students... finishing at early DEC. WTF!!! Actually there are good and bad. Good is because people like us we don give a damn about school for the previous 10 weeks. Exams end late means we have more time to study. Bad is when we are studying, the library is empty.
To gain some good karma for my exams, I went to donate blood. Together with some my friends we registered online so as to skip the waiting time. But when we go there, we still have wait hours for our blood to get drained... "Next! Right hand." said the nurse. I realized its my turn to go for the donation. I looked back at those people in the queue, most of them got the 'damn sian la why have to wait so long' look their faces. Ofcause I also have to pretend a bit and give the
'hiaz, its my turn at least. Let get this over and done with.' look, while my heart beating like crap la. My stupid pulse was 80+ when I stole a glance at my friends' paper theirs were like 60 odd. I laid down and placed my right hand on the support. The nurse set up the stuffs, then gave mi a injection then poked me with
the big ass needle which was connected with the 'pipe'. Then she hand me this stressball and ask mi to squeeze. I gave a slight nod and began squeezing. Don really feel pain at all. But the fact is i am loosing blood... and truly speaking, if I know I need to donate so much blood, I would have reconsidered my decision on donating.After the ordeal, they gave mi this 'no chicken award' because I successfully donated my blood for the first time. I din feel anything wrong with my body, so I went on doing my normal stuffs. However, the next day, I woke up to a terrible sore throat. I remembered that the nurse told me to drink more fluids. I thought she was bullshitting. It was then I know I am such a cock. So I popped a sorethroat pill down and drunk more water the whole day. During the evening, I found out that the sore throat is not the only side effects of the donation. During squash training, I played best of 3 with my friend. First set was ok. Second set I suddenly felt no energy. Could not keep up with the pace. sigh... result? tio trashed. Nevertheless, I din regret doing that good deed. Life is not about getting everything you can dream of, but also sharing them with people.
With that thought in mind, I decided to try my hands on making the cocktail 'irish cream'. Putting whisky, cream, milk, chocolate syrup, coffee powder, vanilla and almond extract into the blender and out came the cocktail. It tasted not that bad, but looks wise, lose to baileys. I decided to share with with my friends around me. Some say nice, some say not bad, some say a bit strange( i know they trying to give mi face). All these years, I strongly believed that life is not about getting, for giving makes life more enjoyable. Cos ultimately, when you give and inturn see the smile on the person's face, you'll get a feeling that is hard to describe...
