Mehmehmehmehmeh.
Omg. WHAT. a. faux. pas.
I just sent in a cover letter to apply for an internship, and what do I do? I SPELL THE PERSON IT WAS ADDRESSED TO'S NAME WRONGLY. Go me. Haha sheesh!!! Embarrassed and irritated at myself :x
Tmd.
Anyways, yesterday, I went to donate blood! Ironically, on a day where I am feeling particularly bored, and really kind of alone, I somehow found spontaneous and accidental company in strange places. Thank you Kelvin and Poyew for keeping me company yesterday!
So anyway, went to donate blood at the Bloodbank at the Health Sciences Authority, after T&A grade review and the Sparrowhawk internship interview. And ok I was damn scared. Like seriously haha. I mean I don't have a right to be scared of donating blood, considering I've been pricked a considerable number of times in the back by a tattooing needle, and stabbed my navel with yet another needle as well in recent times, but STILL!!! It's scary okay. The thought of poking this HUGE needle into my frigging arm to take like an actual visible and considerable amount of blood away is just -_-. But yeah well been wanting to go give blood for quite a while, doing my part and all, considering I've never actually done it before also la.
But to my horror. I discovered that - I have thin (wimpy) veins which protest vehemently when the (huge) needle is poked in, resulting in it being harder to extract blood so they ended up taking abit less than the normal amount, AND in a freaking #%#$&^%* big LUMP on my arm. I am not joking. LUMP. IT looked like an egg was protruding from my skin or something lah. Sigh okay maybe I exaggerate. But boo. It's still huge and bruised today, and I'm told it will bruise for about 10 days at least. O_O Why do they not tell you these things BEFORE they stick the needle in ah.
Shudderrrr.Haha they even asked the doctor to come and talk to me, and said that best is 6 months later then come back and donate again (the normal period is 3mths), or don't come back too often (repeated poking of needle in will damage the vein...?!?!). Then sent me off with an extra ice pack and 5 little tubs of hirudoid cream (whatever that is). So drama. Sheesh :x
After that went back to school to do some stuff, then was really kinda bored and didn't feel like going home just yet, so bummed around a little. Then Poyew called back and we just randomly decided to go to Bukit Timah to eat Ritz Strudel, but ended up at... Corduroy and Finch haha. To eat "dinner", which essentially meant, dessert.
YUM.Corduroy makes such good desserts. The warm chocolate pudding was absolute heaven, the Chocolate Royal was damn damn damn yummy, and the Mokkachino mmmm. Oh goodness. Haha. Had a nice cosy chat over the nice desserts and curled up in little red cushy chairs upstairs; it's really quite easy to talk to py, and so effortless to speak frankly about things. Haha he reminded me of how we first met - Amadeo telling him - "That's Michelle, my classmate. She needs to wear more clothes.", when he asked who I was at the airport at Kelly Koh's sendoff. o_O nice to know what my classmates thought of me! Hahaha.
Hmm but really lah. So I don't wear alot of clothes. SO WHAT. I'm happy can already; if I offend your sensibilities, DON'T LOOK :D It's not like I don't know my limits; I do agree that there's a point where it's just TOO much. It's just part of enjoying and appreciating limited youth - we'll never get another chance to behave as we do now. Can you imagine any of us, at 40, prancing around in tiny miniskirts/shorts and little tops? Or indulging in all sorts of rubbish food, parties, an alarming amount of alcohol every week, sleeping 3 hours a day, so on and so forth? Well to me, there's really nothing wrong with doing so at any age - if you can pull it off. And somehow, I don't really see myself still doing it in middle age lah. I think. Haha. But, you never know.
Teehee. I think I'm increasingly coming to terms with what I am. I've never been happy with myself; and am (still) not proud of what I've done in the past. And I don't think I'll ever stop feeling sorry for being downright stupid, reckless and rebellious when I was young. But since Pandora's box has already been opened, there's no turning back now, and the best thing to do really, is just accept it and grow into it, and make sure I don't do anything against my conscience. The bottomline - act ethically. Hurhur. And not the stupid textbook definition of ethics and the sort of crap they make you write in all those dumbass BGS/ethicsandresponsibility/Marketing/etc essays, but real ethics - where there is no textbook definition and applicable only to the situation. Where lines are blurred. But yeah, I digress (and starting to ramble).
So I shall stop! Damnit ended up blogging more these few days because sometimes, not having anything to do is kinda boring. But it's okay, I expected it. And I'm not complaining - having these two or three weeks to slack before getting an internship is perfectly fine with me - I love having this break. But yeah I foresee getting bored out of my wits if I keep up this lifestyle for the next 3 months. So yepps trying to find an internship for the summer, then hopefully have a couple of weeks break before school starts to prepare myself for the upcoming onslaught of work, projects, and basically, pure stress. Trust me, these breaks are necessary, for us to regain and maintain our sanity. (Yet another reason why SMU is 'different' huh.) We may have longer breaks, but trust me; the school term we have may be a bit less in duration, but much higher in intensity.
And yes, my fate for my future 2 years at SMU is still hanging in the air, and is yet unknown (but really doesn't look good).
But one can hope.
Gosh, I really do need to stop rambling.
Okok shall go out soon, and Union tonight - let's see how I can dance with a frigging swollen arm!
:4:33 PM: :sugah~plum
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