Today my company is having a blood & organ donation and pledging day. As a member of the community team, I'm proud to be part of this campaign. Naturally, I signed up for the blood donation. This would be my very first attempt in giving my blood to save lives. Ever since we launched this campaign, I looked forward to the day with a mixed feeling of fear and anticipation. I prepared for this mentally. I was ready.
So, imagine my disappointment when, upon testing my blood, I was told that I have failed the test. WHAT?? It seemed that my blood lacked iron, and when the hospital staff dripped my blood onto some kind of solution, it just floated helplessly on the surface. The doctor sitting nearby promptly announce "fail-lah!". To add salt to my wound, instead of me donating something to help the hospital, I was given help in the form of supplements ... iron, vitamin B, folic acid, and another batch of white pills.
While the rest of the group happily chatting away while waiting for their turn to donate their blood, I was left to wander around aimlessly. In my sadness I almost forgot my other mission: to pledge my organs. Rueben has already given me his blessings, so at least I can still do something useful.
Oh well, I hope I have better luck next time.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Just not my day!
The day started pretty good. I made plans with my parents to go to the Pulau Tikus market for breakfast, so this meant waking up extra early to cook Rachel's lunch/dinner. No problem. I got everything ready by 6.45am, and decided to rest a little before taking my shower. "Little" became ... my parents arrived but Rachel and myself were still in dreamland. Panicked and rushing for time, I skipped shower and rushed to the market with only 1 food on my mind ... mee goreng! Alas, it wasn't opened for that day. This is the second time mee goreng dissed me (the first was, let's just say I drove all the way from Bayan Lepas to Fort Cornwallis for nothing).
The market itself was packed as usual, and we only managed to squeeze by. Mom decided to check out the feng shui stall, so dad, Rachel and I continued "window marketing". We stopped by this toy stall, and saw something that we've been wanting to get for Rachel: a second doodle board. Only that this one is more of lower quality and, come to think of it, really cacat. Till now I had no idea why I paid RM12 for this stupid thing.
Moving on, we went to Queensbay Mall for lunch and some shopping for our Genting trip. Note to self: NEVER ever go to eat at the Arena Food Court again. The food there are terrible! Some shopping and burning holes in my CC later, we decided to head back to let my poor Rachel rest. My mom asked me what my plans were for dinner, and here's where I took the wrong path. My heart was telling me to just get KFC and have a nice rest at home. But my tired and hence illogical brain said, let's have dinner together later at e-gate since I wanted to buy something from Guardian. And here was where a chain of very memorable events occur, in a short span of time, one after another.
Halfway through browsing, my mom announced that Rachel pooped, so I rushed through my shopping paid for my stuff and wanted to speed home. But mom said that it's no good to let the poop soaking, so the next best thing to do is to change her in the car. I laid out the stuff needed, when ... I couldn't find the wet wipes. In my panic state, I took out everything from the diaper bag, unaware that Rachel had taken something to play with. The next second, my mom screamed and rattled off something, but I did not pay attention till I looked at Rachel and realized that ... she had taken the milk powder container and opened the cap, spilling the powder onto her face and body. It was so funny, with Rachel's big eyes looking surprised and unsure, and I was laughing so hard. A few more minutes of rushing to clean the powder from her face, body, ourselves, my car, Rachel was wearing a new diaper and new set of clothes. We had to rush home and get her bathed ... after I pumped some petrol.
As I was filling the petrol (set it to auto mode), I was playing with Rachel through the car window, when ... the auto filler did not stop and continued pumping and spilling petrol. I pulled the trigger, closed the cap, rinsed the area with water and continued my journey home and thought about the funny chain of events, when ... I realized I forgot to put on my safety belt. With my "unluck" on that day, I wouldn't be surprised if a policeman was just waiting around the corner. Thankfully, I did not meet any.
So, there IS a silver lining behind the dark clouds after all ... and I 'm glad the day is over.
The market itself was packed as usual, and we only managed to squeeze by. Mom decided to check out the feng shui stall, so dad, Rachel and I continued "window marketing". We stopped by this toy stall, and saw something that we've been wanting to get for Rachel: a second doodle board. Only that this one is more of lower quality and, come to think of it, really cacat. Till now I had no idea why I paid RM12 for this stupid thing.
Moving on, we went to Queensbay Mall for lunch and some shopping for our Genting trip. Note to self: NEVER ever go to eat at the Arena Food Court again. The food there are terrible! Some shopping and burning holes in my CC later, we decided to head back to let my poor Rachel rest. My mom asked me what my plans were for dinner, and here's where I took the wrong path. My heart was telling me to just get KFC and have a nice rest at home. But my tired and hence illogical brain said, let's have dinner together later at e-gate since I wanted to buy something from Guardian. And here was where a chain of very memorable events occur, in a short span of time, one after another.
Halfway through browsing, my mom announced that Rachel pooped, so I rushed through my shopping paid for my stuff and wanted to speed home. But mom said that it's no good to let the poop soaking, so the next best thing to do is to change her in the car. I laid out the stuff needed, when ... I couldn't find the wet wipes. In my panic state, I took out everything from the diaper bag, unaware that Rachel had taken something to play with. The next second, my mom screamed and rattled off something, but I did not pay attention till I looked at Rachel and realized that ... she had taken the milk powder container and opened the cap, spilling the powder onto her face and body. It was so funny, with Rachel's big eyes looking surprised and unsure, and I was laughing so hard. A few more minutes of rushing to clean the powder from her face, body, ourselves, my car, Rachel was wearing a new diaper and new set of clothes. We had to rush home and get her bathed ... after I pumped some petrol.
As I was filling the petrol (set it to auto mode), I was playing with Rachel through the car window, when ... the auto filler did not stop and continued pumping and spilling petrol. I pulled the trigger, closed the cap, rinsed the area with water and continued my journey home and thought about the funny chain of events, when ... I realized I forgot to put on my safety belt. With my "unluck" on that day, I wouldn't be surprised if a policeman was just waiting around the corner. Thankfully, I did not meet any.
So, there IS a silver lining behind the dark clouds after all ... and I 'm glad the day is over.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Thank you, sir!
I was in a rush to get to work this morning, and thanks to the kindness of a policeman, I managed to reach my office on time!
Actually, this is the REAL story: I wasted time at home, undecided about what to wear to work. The sound of thunder brought me back to reality, and I quickly rushed out. Of course, traffic had built up by then, and I thought nothing about it until ... my stomach suddenly bloated up and got really painful. Traffic became real-l-y s-l-o-w and I was praying that the traffic policeman would let me through. It was my turn when he whistled "PFFTTTTTTTTTT!!" Oh Lord ... I don't think I can make it. Amazingly, the policeman whistled and point at me and gestured me to go. Thank you, thank you, thank you, sir! And thank YOU, God for telling the policeman that I had an erm ... urgent matter to attend to. Hee.
Actually, this is the REAL story: I wasted time at home, undecided about what to wear to work. The sound of thunder brought me back to reality, and I quickly rushed out. Of course, traffic had built up by then, and I thought nothing about it until ... my stomach suddenly bloated up and got really painful. Traffic became real-l-y s-l-o-w and I was praying that the traffic policeman would let me through. It was my turn when he whistled "PFFTTTTTTTTTT!!" Oh Lord ... I don't think I can make it. Amazingly, the policeman whistled and point at me and gestured me to go. Thank you, thank you, thank you, sir! And thank YOU, God for telling the policeman that I had an erm ... urgent matter to attend to. Hee.
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