blood that won't stick, netball boys and melons.

blood that won't stick, netball boys and melons.

a funny thing happened on wednesday. i was at a blood donation drive only to learn that i couldn't donate blood. ever. apparently, if you've stayed in europe for more than six months during the 1980's, you've incurred the risk of getting the mad cow disease or something to that extent. the dreaded mad cow, or some other viral disease. wonderful. well, i guess that i can say that although i'm relatively normal on the outside, there might be something that's burning within. i might fall prey to the posthumous wrath of cannibalistic bovines. or some other viral illness that couldn't just come up within the asia-pacific region.

it's not like i wanted to donate blood that badly [please notice that there're some details that i've left out], but in a strange, civic-conscious way, it would've been nice. it's good to know that i'm a B blood type, although i've always forgotten that.

thursday was good because i got to play netball. which is indeed a girl's game, but the business department team needed guys, and boss helen dragged me in, so...i went in. luckily, i definitely wasn't the only guy there despite it initially looking that way, so...yea. meet the business department's new wing defender.

hurrah.

it's been a good day for a friday. went to college for more discussions on the taman negara trip. spent some time with justin, and got a very, very interesting game that's 'bigger than grand theft auto'. boys, get the guy game for the ps2/gamecube/xbox (?). girls, make sure your guys don't get it.