Sunday, September 04, 2005
**AAAHHHH!!!**That's the closest I can get to expressing my utter relief.
I have just come back from Orientation Camp (yes, and that was 10-15 mins ago). Three days of activities (some boring, some really great). So glad to be back in the comfort of my toilet.
The toilet and bathroom facilities there at the camp sucks. Big time.
Toilet flushing is done manually -- you have to scoop your own water and pour it down the bowl. That doesn't guarantee you 100% that all of your "unused matter" goes down that narrow hole.
Bathing is another thing. The tank you scoop the water out off to bathe is
right beside the tank you scoop your toilet water from. All of these are in one disgusting, claustrophobic cubicle.
Not to mention the icy cold water.
All of the bad things aside, the jungle trekking was fun. I was put into a group of Thais who spoke little, if any, English. It was difficult at first; the language barrier was a big problem. But as time went by, we began to talk (I in the simplest of simple English as possible, and even talked in a mild Thai accent) and laugh. While trekking, some of the girls in my group introduced me to an extremely sour fruit that I liked immediately.
Back to talking negative. Something happened to me last night. After years of a flawless record, I have finally broken it; I fell down and got scraped on my knees (I mean, it's been years since I've hurt myself this way). It was raining last night and I had just taken a shower (in the icy cold water, nonetheless). So I ran from my cabin to the hall, but along the way, I failed to see a descending step. You know what happened next.
As I missed the step, I couldn't catch my balance as I was running too fast, and so...I fell. Hard. My knees got scraped and a small piece of rock embedded itself into the palm of my right hand. I picked myself up after a long moment of realizing that I had just fallen down. When I was dry a few moments ago, I was wet now.
Funny thing is, I remember saying, "OH CRAP!!!" before I hit the ground.
Anyways, I had that stupid piece of rock removed and sterilized my wounds (painfully).
My left knee is still oozing. The fluids are still seeping through my bandaid. Hope it dries out today.
These are all the memorable events that happened.
BTW, I got into the choir. I'm singing second tenor. A bit disappointed, cuz I want to sing first tenor. But it's all good. The vocal range is most comfortable for me.
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