=orientation camp=

well, it wasnt so much of a camp. more of an orientaion camp without the camp part.

it started with some *yawn* booooooooring briefing about the school, it's lecturers, deens, HODs, R&R, and also, how very career minded and driven the president of the academy was. not a hint of passion(let alone artsy fartsy). he had this thing about "passing the english language requirement", "dont have to be Queen's english..." (pronounced as eee-ng-r-wish), "but basic english" (eee-ng-r-wish). And not vandalising the school, "please dont vent your anger on the school propety ok? that's coward. why do you want to fight with something that cant respond back? fight the fella!" OK MR. PRESIDENT OF NAFA! I'LL DO JUST THAT!
Eeekk~

anyways, i made a new friend before the talk started. her name was Mandy. not exactly her real name, but that's what people usually call her. she reminds me of Sawa, but mature. haha.. and on the way to lunch, Celia. truth be told, i HATE that name. not in a bad way, cause my godma's called Cecilia and i call her that, and have so for the past 4yrs. then comes Celia saying she hates the name Cecilia, and wouldnt hear of it if anyone calls her that. know what? i'm just gonna call her Lia. save the SSSSSsss and get my tongue tied. o.<