I wish this cough would go away.
Luckily for me, it's not the serious, phlegmy, disgusting kind. It's just a slight cough, an itchy throat. Annoying, but not serious enough to keep me at home.
Orientation lasted the entire night yesterday, even now, I can't believe I pulled through. I played all the games except two, one of which involved lying on the ground and getting wet, the other, exchanging of body fluids in the most revolting, unappealing manner.
One of the games was called "Milo Gargle". There, on the table, are several cups with spoons in them. In one, there was milo powder, in another, there was sugar, in the last, there was water. At the side, there lay a large cardboard dice, with the numbers 1-6. At the end, there stood a big empty plastic bottle.
A person had to shove a spoonful of milo powder in his mouth, and then toss the dice. Whatever number showed up on the dice, he had to put that number of spoonfuls of sugar in his mouth, and then proceed to add some water to the milo-sugar mixture in his mouth. Once he adds water, he gargles the mixture, and then spits it into the empty bottle at the end. Everyone does this. The milo spoon was gummed up with saliva and milo powder from previous groups. A side wins when they fill the bottle to the brim first. The side that loses has to drink the milo mixture from the bottle.
My group lost, so they passed the bottle around, each person took a mouthful from it. It was truly revolting, I tell you. God knows how many colonies of bacteria there were, going from mouth to mouth, how many diseases were exchanged. Luckily, I didn't have to drink it.
My knees are all bruised from crawling on hard floor during some games, they hurt a lot, and I have muscle aches everywhere. Everywhere. Ah, the price to pay for being a good girl and going for orientation camps.
Tomorrow, I'll have to be at school from 8.45am-6pm for another seemingly long day of orientation, playing more games, listening to more talks. I've had several people come up to me and telling me I'm cute, and how they like my butterfly. It's a nice feeling.
HMV nice guy has called again, my Philippe Jaroussky CD has arrived. Along with it came "Sabet Mater", he asked me if I want that, too. I wasn't sure, so he said he'd keep it there for me first. Heh heh, but I don't have money. Shall ask for some for those. After all, how often do I ask for money?
Luckily for me, it's not the serious, phlegmy, disgusting kind. It's just a slight cough, an itchy throat. Annoying, but not serious enough to keep me at home.
Orientation lasted the entire night yesterday, even now, I can't believe I pulled through. I played all the games except two, one of which involved lying on the ground and getting wet, the other, exchanging of body fluids in the most revolting, unappealing manner.
One of the games was called "Milo Gargle". There, on the table, are several cups with spoons in them. In one, there was milo powder, in another, there was sugar, in the last, there was water. At the side, there lay a large cardboard dice, with the numbers 1-6. At the end, there stood a big empty plastic bottle.
A person had to shove a spoonful of milo powder in his mouth, and then toss the dice. Whatever number showed up on the dice, he had to put that number of spoonfuls of sugar in his mouth, and then proceed to add some water to the milo-sugar mixture in his mouth. Once he adds water, he gargles the mixture, and then spits it into the empty bottle at the end. Everyone does this. The milo spoon was gummed up with saliva and milo powder from previous groups. A side wins when they fill the bottle to the brim first. The side that loses has to drink the milo mixture from the bottle.
My group lost, so they passed the bottle around, each person took a mouthful from it. It was truly revolting, I tell you. God knows how many colonies of bacteria there were, going from mouth to mouth, how many diseases were exchanged. Luckily, I didn't have to drink it.
My knees are all bruised from crawling on hard floor during some games, they hurt a lot, and I have muscle aches everywhere. Everywhere. Ah, the price to pay for being a good girl and going for orientation camps.
Tomorrow, I'll have to be at school from 8.45am-6pm for another seemingly long day of orientation, playing more games, listening to more talks. I've had several people come up to me and telling me I'm cute, and how they like my butterfly. It's a nice feeling.
HMV nice guy has called again, my Philippe Jaroussky CD has arrived. Along with it came "Sabet Mater", he asked me if I want that, too. I wasn't sure, so he said he'd keep it there for me first. Heh heh, but I don't have money. Shall ask for some for those. After all, how often do I ask for money?
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