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Sunday, June 24, 2007 . 12:16 PM

TPP was quite a rush:
a mental challenge to stay wide wake as Mr foo explained different teaching concepts/ideas with TR28. he was a nice guy. i liked him so i tried my best to pay attention all the way. heading home i wanted to just die. felt like a terrible headache to stay awake for so long.

i met new friends in school.
everyone is really really very nice. i was glad that i wasn't the only one freaking out. not being the only one made me feel slightly better.

i think i might have found my "new best friend" in school
a nut called shyam. who provides me laughs and is helping me to get to hall3. i can't imagine how he is planning to do this. but if i don't get in and i stay in the other halls i still have to wait for the super slow 199. so either hall3 or 16 sounds good.

keeping my fringers crossed for tomorrow.
already im changing my friendster names.. blogger name and settings so the kids can't track me down. i feel like some undercover agent. how weird.

okie peeps wish me all the best