I lost a whole bag of blood today for a good cause! - beams with pride (: HSA came all the way down to draw out blood from us. Haha they sound like bloody vampires! Anyways it was heartwarming to see the overwhelming response from my schoolmates! I think they were pretty impressed by the numbers too!
It isn't all that painful. The worse part was when they test my blood with a small needle. That was really ouch-my-skin-you-idiot-! to the power of infinity. Other than that, I am good and still alive to perhaps, donate blood another time again.
While waiting for the nurses to come poke me with needles and tubes, I made a couple of friends. What can I say? We had a common topic : AAHHH! SCARED! Sanjay took a picture of me pretending to be dead. Too bad I don't have it here. Heh.
Had lunch at Taka's Seoul Garden with CTG 126! It reminded me of the dinner with pBf eons ago. I remember us storming outta the restaurant cos we were pissed with the mats and minahs sitting at the table beside us. This time, I left the place feeling satisfied and happy! 4 classes went there for lunch too! Imagine a throng of YJcians eating and laughing and um, singing!
School is really fun despite the stress. I sometimes feel guilty enjoying it because they say jc life ain't suppose to be fun at all. It's for the no-lifer but one should always look at the brighter side of life no?
I don't miss pBf. It sounds wrong and all silly and I wonder why. I really haven't seen them for so long and even when I do see Min and Png (due to gb meetings) we don't talk as much as we usually do. Probably because I know that I am part of pBf and vice versa. If that's the case, how can I miss myself?
Enrolment committee: Hey all! I know you girls read my blog! x) Thanks for all the memories and protection and I feel oh-so-secure with you all! May the culprit(s) get caught so we can hit them where it hurts most. Oh my those jackass and bastards! Whoops, don't mind the language.
Those who are concerned: Thank you everyone who remembered my birthday! The sms greetings, cards and gifts, be it belated or way too early, I appreciate it! (:
pBf: When do I see you girls again? I really don't miss you.
It isn't all that painful. The worse part was when they test my blood with a small needle. That was really ouch-my-skin-you-idiot-! to the power of infinity. Other than that, I am good and still alive to perhaps, donate blood another time again.
While waiting for the nurses to come poke me with needles and tubes, I made a couple of friends. What can I say? We had a common topic : AAHHH! SCARED! Sanjay took a picture of me pretending to be dead. Too bad I don't have it here. Heh.
Had lunch at Taka's Seoul Garden with CTG 126! It reminded me of the dinner with pBf eons ago. I remember us storming outta the restaurant cos we were pissed with the mats and minahs sitting at the table beside us. This time, I left the place feeling satisfied and happy! 4 classes went there for lunch too! Imagine a throng of YJcians eating and laughing and um, singing!
School is really fun despite the stress. I sometimes feel guilty enjoying it because they say jc life ain't suppose to be fun at all. It's for the no-lifer but one should always look at the brighter side of life no?
I don't miss pBf. It sounds wrong and all silly and I wonder why. I really haven't seen them for so long and even when I do see Min and Png (due to gb meetings) we don't talk as much as we usually do. Probably because I know that I am part of pBf and vice versa. If that's the case, how can I miss myself?
Enrolment committee: Hey all! I know you girls read my blog! x) Thanks for all the memories and protection and I feel oh-so-secure with you all! May the culprit(s) get caught so we can hit them where it hurts most. Oh my those jackass and bastards! Whoops, don't mind the language.
Those who are concerned: Thank you everyone who remembered my birthday! The sms greetings, cards and gifts, be it belated or way too early, I appreciate it! (:
pBf: When do I see you girls again? I really don't miss you.
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