Blood Donation
Friday, I went for the blood donation drive in school. Somehow, I have come to love donating blood. I love the feeling of blood flowing out into the tube, into the bag and the sight of the bag filled with my blood. But I do hope that my blood can help lives.
Grandma don't really like the idea of me donating blood but she has come to accept that I want to do a good deed. I am not financially capable to donating large amount of money to charity so I am donating blood to save lives instead.
Grandma is going to be admitted into KK Hospital on 20th May for another operation on 21st May after which she will be hospitalise for another 2-4 more days. I hope the operation will go well for her and I really pray hard that she will be alright after this operation.
Because she knows she will not be home for quite a number of days, she has stock up the kitchen with food for us to cook. She knows that I hate my mom's cooking so she has bought food that I like so I can cook for myself to eat. I love my Grandma for understanding me so well and loving me so much.
Sometimes, I feel having a mom is like not having one at all. I seldom talk to her ever since the day I slapped her and our relationship is drifting apart. I give up on trying to understand her and I don't expect her to understand me. I just don't want to agrue with her anymore. It is tiring and a waste of time.
Grandma don't really like the idea of me donating blood but she has come to accept that I want to do a good deed. I am not financially capable to donating large amount of money to charity so I am donating blood to save lives instead.
Grandma is going to be admitted into KK Hospital on 20th May for another operation on 21st May after which she will be hospitalise for another 2-4 more days. I hope the operation will go well for her and I really pray hard that she will be alright after this operation.
Because she knows she will not be home for quite a number of days, she has stock up the kitchen with food for us to cook. She knows that I hate my mom's cooking so she has bought food that I like so I can cook for myself to eat. I love my Grandma for understanding me so well and loving me so much.
Sometimes, I feel having a mom is like not having one at all. I seldom talk to her ever since the day I slapped her and our relationship is drifting apart. I give up on trying to understand her and I don't expect her to understand me. I just don't want to agrue with her anymore. It is tiring and a waste of time.