I pride myself in having the ability to read Chinese when it comes to food, so I normally order my food in Mandarin. Unfortunately, while I was trying to order “Cold Ovaltine,” I somehow said “Cold Viagra” instead. For some reason, I’m more fluent in saying the words “Wei-ah-geh” (Viagra) instead of “Ah-hua-Tian” (Ovaltine). The cashier actually pressed something on the register as if she know what I was talking about, but I corrected myself before she could process what I said. Slick, indeed.
I spent the whole day feeling like I wanted to die in class because of the stupid cold I caught, and was barely able to make it back to my room and pass out on the bed for a couple of hours. It was Thursday (free drinks for ladies at LKF!) and people were planning to go clubbing, which I knew I shouldn’t attend in my condition. So, I made the wise decision to not go in order to recover.
Luckily, I had a partner who was also sick with me. Leanne and I were both really bummed that we had to eat dinner at Queen Mary Hospital while people were getting ready to go out.
Sadly, Leanne didn’t like her baked meal.
At least I liked mine, which was somewhat healthy. String beans are bomb veggies!
I look and FEEL like crap here.
I hate being sick, but at least I got it over with early in the months here than later during testing/travelling season. Time to party it up next week when I’m actually better, suckas!
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