I apologise for so many changes...

That being the title, as some of you may have realised that I've changed my template. Although it's a beautiful template, I still have problems uploading the background. *sighs*

Nope, it ain't mine.
And I'm not giving myself any credits either.
Kudos to TemplatePanic: Free Blog Templates and Effi Haryanti for the sweet template.

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I might as well do some updates on what's going on with me, myself and I because if I ever wait to update only after I'm done with the template and all, some might have probably grown a few white hairs.

Today, I went over to school to do my BTN project - with some progress, I might say. But if I ever describe whatever biotech stuff to you, I bet that it's more effective than any other sleeping pills, even the strong ones I might add. =x

After the discussion with my 2 groupmates, one of them and myself went over to NP convention centre to do some service to the community by... Donating Blood.





It's my first time, and I felt quite excited. (No, I'm not scared of blood & needles either) I am so enthusiastic about going through the experience even from the first Blood Donation Drive in school but I couldn't because I was either sick, just recovered, or on medication during the week. Well, at least I had a good opportunity of doing so in my last semester.

Although my friend didn't manage to donate blood because her hemoglobin count is <12.5g/dl,she patiently waited for me...
...and it was quite a long one. The reason wasn't because that there were tons of people (*coughs* a total of 3~4 nurses tended to me) but it's because of my body creating a massive bruise during and after the donation. The bruise is making some massive pain signals to my brain (currently).

The nurse made me apply an ice pack to my arm, which had a big needle embedded in it before. She said my veins were abit small. I'm not sure if she was asking me whether I want to remove it, but she said with the bruise that I'm having, usually she will reject and remove the needle immediately. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to remove unless she confirmed anything - even if she asked whether I want to remove or not, I'd probably say something like, "If you think that I'd be just fine, then I'd continue". She gave me 2 decent plasters (that covers the bruise well), iron pills, some card/pamphlet, some cream to apply to reduce the swelling (i think).




I came back home to see mom and dad giving me this worried look. (pardon me, I thought that I want to show you peeps, but I don't intend to scare anyone with it.) Even now, at times, I also felt some numbness at the tips of my fingers.


I was still bleeding (slowly) before it stops.

Yes... there's a japanese blood in me. *coughs*lies*coughs*



I guess I will always have some reactions towards some things.
Especially with this bruise-experience, I'm particularly sure that I am not adviced to donate blood in the long run.


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When I was somewhat 'immobilised' with the bandage, I thought of how thankful to God and how fortunate I am to be having limbs and to be able to experience the 5 senses.

See, Hear, Smell, Taste, Touch.