My Feet hurts

Last evening, I had a very long chat over the phone with a BS fren from my batch. We have planned to go for blood donation today at PKS. Upon arrival at PKS, we found out that there were quite a lot of donors but unfortunately with only one doctor doing the screening. To make the matter worse, this doctor was superbly detailed and careful in his screening that each person took abt 10 minutes at his table (compared to the 2 min we had at other blood donation centres).

Very sad to say, I was rejected for blood donation again :( It seems that the number of times I have been rejected is on par with the number of times I have successfully donated. My friend was accepted but also unfortunately, his face turned pale halfway and the nursing officers promptly stoppped the donation process. Arghh... both of us have wasted our trip there......

And Chingwi came over and called out to me excitedly. I almost couldnt recognise her. The first time I saw her she looked very demure, siwen and docile. Shortly later, she bleached her hair and suddenly became very funky. And all of a sudden, she got back to her old self... haha. And wat disappointed me most was the question she asked me: So how? Finished BMT already ah? Now posted to which army camp?? Grrrr.. she actually forgot that I was from NUSBS!

This evening i joined my NUSBS juniors at ECP before proceeding to BL for the exhibition. I havent been skating for so long (i was madly skating in 1994/5) that I fell down twice today. And my wrist and feet hurt now.

A nusbs senior has approached me to help him out long term at Tissarana Buddhist Society in the sunday sch, dealing with teenagers from 15-18 yr old. I am supposed to help conduct classes and organise activities to benefit and build up the team bondings. But what appeal more to me is the volunteer work every sunday morning at the Prisons Sch, by Buddha Lighthouse. And a colleague has been pestering and begging (really begging)me to help counsel and tutor her 10yr old son. He is suffering from inferior complex in sch and she thought I am the best choice to guide him in life.

Seems that its time for me to get involved in some routine activities and hold some responsibilities again. Ever since I stepped down from NUSBS, I have been loboing and ghosting around for my yr4 and 8 mths in working life. Indeed, that has made life kinda meaningless and non fruitful.

Argh.. my mum told me she was very upset and couldnt sleep for nites, just because i shaved my head.... another hindrance in life.