Yesterday, everything was going normal until Fidah suggested we should donate blood. I was like, "Nice thought." So with that impulse, I just got out of the class without a second thought. It wasn't until we were at one of the Agora halls that "God! I'm scared of needles!" suddenly dawned on me. From then till the point when I had to prick my finger, I was hoping I'd be rejected. Better than chicken-ing out, innit? And, yeah, finger pricking, the pain comes only when they milk the finger for blood. We got rejected; my Hb level wasn't enough - Yay me!?! - and her vein was too small.


I may not be the only one who thinks I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time, and obviously in the wrong field. Yet it seems I made the right decision. But I'm always complaining of being bored and restricted. Yet the competition is entertaining . Truth be told, this is so confusing.


People have been right and my skepticism has been proven wrong. I admit, the feeling's not that bad after all.