we started off with a GP lecture which was as wonderful as i expected it to be. can't wait for the GP tutorials to start. edit:i won't have to wait long cos we alreadt got our CT's and lessons start propa next week.
then i went home to watch some E! and muck around on the comp until my next lecture at 1215. for math we started off on functions..bleah. and we got homework. partial fractions. the lecturer lady told us to go to the library and pick out any pure math A level book and read up on it before answering the questions. WHat the hell?! i ended up just asking zak(fatin), my senior from anderson, to give me a lil lesson on the topic after her own lessons ended and while we were waiting for the cca bazaar to begin.
ah yes the cca bazaar. was dragged kicking and screaming(no lah juts kidding) to the ICS booth and told to fill out my details. its pretty much confirmed that i'm gonna be in charge of the newsletter or something(i think). and there's ics orientation this saturday. i made it clear to prathap that i needed to go back to anderson for the cca open house. he said "just show your face enough already. and the dance choreographers will be there so just do the routine a bit then you can go". ok,if you say so..
then went to the debate and journalism booth and signed up there.
most of the rest of the time hung out with zak at the mlcs booth.ended up playing congkak and getting asked time and again,why i was at the malay booth and not the indian one. honestly there was a better view of the field from the mlcs booth. so i was watching the touch rugby girls and the contact rugby guys practicing. after hours and hours of contemplation, i put my name down for touch rugby. i told em straight up that i already had a lot on my plate with ics. and that i wouldnt be caught dead in fbt shorts. but they said no problemo and asked me to turn up for training tmr. wow that was fast! probably have to borrow my bro's cleats..i think i outgrew my own pair of football boots already.but its all good. actually looking forward to it. all the mud and blood and sweat. bring it on babeh!
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