113 ISSUE 35 WEEK 3
Bond University's Weekly Student Publication
CONTENTS Editor’s Report First of all (so there’s no confusion) - yes this is still Andra’s Scope. Yes a new BUSA has been elected for 2011/2012 (of which I am lucky enough to be a part of ), but official handover doesn’t occur until Friday Week 5. Secondly, you may have noticed this page has reverted to its original layout. No we’re not changing things on you last minute. Next week (fingers crossed) we will be back to what it was last week. Unfortunately the BUSA Mac decided to shit itself (I would put it more eloquently but I CBF). So through sheer determination and mad skills (you know it), I’ve rumaged around, found an old template and ventured off to the Lab of Bat to give CS5.5 a whirl. With 3 hours sleep under my belt (I know, greedy), I give to you - the Week 3 Edition of Scope (provided the printer hasn’t also decided to slap me in the face). All that aside - what up Scope fans? I know it’s been a while but lucky for you you’re stuck with me for the next year! Before I enthral you with the appetizing spread we have on offer this week, I’d just like to thank the outgoing BUSA for all of their hard work over the past year; congratulate the new BUSA for 2011/2012; and commend all candidates that had the guts, determination and staying power to stick their hands up and run for the 2011/2012 BUSA. It was a tiring two weeks and all candidates deserve a round of applause for their efforts. And now for what you’ve all been waiting for – Jorja boards the rage train. Kidding. This week we have the most photo pages in the history of Scope (I think...don’t quote me on that). With an eight page spread dedicated to the delights of Bondstock, you know that if you’re not in it then you’re nobody. Just kidding. There was actually so many photos that after three hours of clicking next, I just picked a random selection hoping to canvas the board. Apologies for any repeat offenders or MIA photo page hopefuls. As for articles, two of our talented sub-editors have whipped up some very relevant (and probably familiar) articles on ‘Taxi Troubles’ and ‘Fake Tans’. With Students Ball still on many readers’ lips, these articles are sure to hit home with Bondies.
Weekly Busa Report
Spray Tans - Yes or No?
I Answer to “Vicki”
2011 Alumni Student Excellence Medals
Andra.Nasrie.............Chief of Staff
Jorja.Wallace.........................Editor Milly.Arsic................. Sub Editor
Mona.Mizikovsky ................. Sub Editor Shannan.Smith ................. Sub Editor
And on the more creative side of things, award winner Yin Lin has submitted a short story for publication on pages 18 and 19. If you’re wondering how you could follow in her footsteps - flip over to page 20 and read Henry Norris’ (the new el presidente) article on the 2011 Alumni Student Excellence Medals That’s it for now - until next week... XOXO Gossip Goat Jorja Wallace
Cover photo by Liam Byrne
Weekly BUSA Report
.. . W E I V E In R For nearly 12 months now you have all been confronted with the phrases ‘Bondstock is coming”, “The biggest and best yet”, “Something special”, attempting to describe to you what Bondstock is, inform you that it’s on its way and to let you know...you should be excited.
special kind of week where anything goes. You can attend the Speakers Forum on the same day you go to Secret Location Party; a sports breakfast the same day you do a cooking masterclass and a theatrical show. I didn’t want to ramble on and tell you the occurrences of each day. You will know better than I how each event went, and you are the ultimate decision-maker as to the success of the week.
But with the benefit of hindsight, now that Bondstock 2011 is done and dusted, I have learnt a couple of pretty special things about Bondstock that maybe I didn’t know before.
So with all things said and done, there is little else to say besides an incredibly heartfelt and full-of-gratitude thank-you to:
Technically - Bondstock is always coming - it’s just a matter of how many days are in between ‘coming’ and here’ in which we measure our excitement. So, just to let everyone know - Bondstock 2012 is coming!
• The Bond University Student Association • Bond University Student Experience • Bond Risk and Audit • The Bond Gym • Bond Security • University Management • The Law Faculty • Bond University Career Development Centre
Everyone always aspires for the Bondstock they champion to be the biggest and the best. It’s like the choice words ‘transparency, accountability, action’ - if you don’t hear those words during an election campaign, you should be worried. The same can be said for Bondstock. If your new convenor doesn’t want their Bondstock to be the biggest or the best yet...things just get a little awkward.
Yet when looking back at how I described Bondstock as ‘something special’ in an earlier addition of Scope - I can tell you I was spot on. It doesn’t matter if you’re running the show, or being told where to run. It doesn’t matter if you’re on BUSA or the BSA, or if you’re Bond’s biggest party animal or the one who stays in hibernation. Bondstock is something special for everyone for one simple reason - each individual who participates in the week gets something different out of it. It’s because Bondstock has something for everyone, and nothing that will suit everyone. It’s the
Amy Farrugia - Special Guests Director Sam Kingsley - Events Director Sophie Von Zeppelin - Events Director Christina Krantz - Projects Director Tara Clarke - Promotions Director Nitesh Chawda - Corporate Relations Director Georgina Chao - Co- Convenor
The preeminent business networking and discussion forum at Bond University, the 2011 Titans of Industry Forum, is back! Held on Thursday 6 October at Bond University, this year features some of the biggest names in the Australian business landscape. This is your opportunity to learn about the challenges and opportunities facing the Australian economy, network with business leaders from a variety of fields, and take part in the discussion with policymakers and business leaders. The 2011 Guest Speaker Panel, moderated by Mr Robert Milliken (Australia Correspondent, The Economist) will be discussing “The Road Ahead: Capitalising on Australia’s competitive advantages” and consists of: - Mr David Crawford, Chairman, Lend Lease and Foster’s Group - Mr Rob Brooker, Head of Australian Economics, National Australia Bank - Mr Saul Eslake, Program Director (Productivity Growth), Grattan Institute; and - Mr Ivan St Clair, Director, Treasury Training Services. Tickets, which include a full-serviced lunch, cost: - $60 SAM - $90 Non-SAM - $90 Bond University alumni - $90 Bond University staff - $100 General Community Visit our website (bondinvestmentgroup.org) or our ticket booking website http://titansforum.eventbrite. com/ for more information.
Introducing: 2011 Titans of Industry Conversational Calendar With all that has transpired around the globe in recent times, particularly with respect to the occurrence of fluctuating, highly uncertain economic conditions, the timing of the Bond Investment Group’s (BIG) Titans of Industry Forum could not be better. This forums provides an unparalleled opportunity to gain valuable first hand insight, knowledge and opinions from some of the foremost minds in the Australian financial sector on pressing issues, both domestic and abroad (Greece, the USA and Italy to name a few), now and in the near future. This year, BIG is looking to give THREE (3) lucky Bondies the chance to WIN a FREE ticket to the Forum as part of our new Conversational Calendar promotion. A ticket will be awarded to the individual who submits the best response to at least ONE of each of the THREE questions listed below as judged by the BIG committee in 100 words or less. Providing answers to all the questions will improve your odds substantially, but do keep in mind though that only one ticket per person will be awarded. The questions are listed as follows:
1. Dutch Disease
Background: As a result of an over-reliance on the abundance of mineral wealth at the disposal of Australia, the development of a two-speed economy has ensued; characterized by a strong currency and demand for skilled labour to the detriment of other key industries. Question: With that in mind, do you believe Australia can correct a ‘sinking ship’ and capitalise on its mineral wealth, without compromising the health of its other industries in the short and long term?
2. The Lucky Country
Background: The last two decades have been extremely fortunate for Australia’s economy. A combination of much-needed economic reform in conjunction with the industrialisation of the developing world (primarily China and India) has fuelled a near uninterrupted period of economic growth. Question: What do you believe the outlook is like for the Australian economy in the near future?
3. Corporate Governance
Background: There has been increasing debate over whether the pendulum has swung too far in relation to expectation and regulation of company directors in Australia. One such pressing issue is the lack of women featuring prominently in such positions. Question: As such, do you believe it is time to move away from a laissez faire approach to such appointments and look at other more concerted measures, e.g. introducing quotas, etc? Once completed, send your answers to email@example.com, while ensuring you provide your name, SID and contact phone number on submission – failure to do so will make it difficult to be in the running to win. The competition closes on Monday 3rd October at 5:00pm, with winners to notified and announced on Tuesday 4th October. We hope you join us for what should prove to be a highly insightful and memorable event in just over a week’s time.
Remember folks, Think BIG!
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Shannan Smith Admittedly, being a taxi driver is not the easiest job in the world. Cabbies face long hours, late nights, low wages, and - according to a report issued by the Australian Institute of Criminology in 2000 - a higher risk of workplace abuse than employees in most other industries. So maybe it’s understandable that every now and again, taxi drivers look to get their own back on members of the ungrateful populations that they serve. Or maybe we really do have something to complain about. We’ve all had that one horrid taxi experience that has left us fuming for days and caused us to pledge a total conversion to public transport (Yeah, riiiiiight). For most of us, it’s that classic case of - you guessed it - scoring the driver who favours the ‘scenic route’ home. There is something uniquely irritating about paying somebody to take you through two previously unknown suburbs and six unnecessary u-turns at two o’clock in the morning. Yet, more frustrating still is having nobody to pay to take you through two unknown suburbs and six unnecessary u-turns, even at a more reasonable time of day or night - regardless of any honest attempts to plan ahead, or the centrality of the location of departure. Maybe it’s just like watching the weather channel: we only remember the instances when they get it wrong. Nevertheless, when a taxi that was pre-booked hours earlier still hasn’t appeared some 45 minutes after the car’s scheduled time of arrival, it’s fair to say that things are very, very wrong. Similarly, when there is no sign of a cab for more than thirty minutes in the centre of Surfers Paradise on a weekend night, the impatient (read: drunken) protestations of tired revellers in the taxi queue begin to be legitimised as reasonable customer service complaints. And that’s not to mention those instances in which the cabs are present and accounted for, the wait has been endured, but service is denied on the presumption that a cab-seeker is incapable of holding down their drink until the key has left the ignition.
Understandably, cabbies do not want the responsibility of caring for patrons on the edge of unconsciousness. Nor do they want the expense of cleaning out a glove-box, or back-seat, somebody mistook for a toilet bowl. But that is not to say that drivers should have the right to reject some passengers simply because they would prefer others. There is a difference between being drunk and being WAAAAAASSSTEEEED! (As an aside, those on the lookout for a lucrative business venture should perhaps consider a cab service that offers sick bags for those partygoers who fall into the latter category. Just an idea!)
There is something uniquely irritating about paying somebody to take you through two previously unknown suburbs and six unnecessary u-turns at two o’clock in the morning. Yet for all we might resent about the taxi-driving industry, it is necessary to give credit where credit is due. No matter how long (and expensive) the route a cab driver may choose to take, a taxi will probably get you to your destination faster than a bus, tram or train – and you don’t have to share the trip with a midnight random desperate to tell you their life story, foreword, acknowledgements and all. Moreover, no matter how late a cab is to collect you, it would likely have taken you longer to walk, which may be the only other alternative should the designated driver choose to undesignate him/herself over the course of the night. Yes, the reality is that many a modern social life is dependent upon the willingness of taxis to continue to the work that they do. So let’s keep the relationship civil, shall we?
Spray Tans - Yes or No? Mona Mizikovsky
What do oompa loompas, the entire cast of Jersey Shore, and Paris Hilton all have in common? Yep, you guessed it, fake tan.
pure hogwash, but there is some limited truth to it. Wearing black makes you look slimmer. It’s a proven fact. Having a fat day? Well, bust out the dark colours. They create a slimming illusion by masking your figure and making the shadows of your body less apparent. So applying this ratio, fake tan makes you look a teency bit slimmer by darkening your skin. However, unless you are attempting a reverse-Michael-Jackson-fake-tan-sesh, its affects will not be that noticeable. As for making you look toned, well, no, that is just pure hogwash!
When it comes to fake tanning, I’m firmly in the no camp. I’ve had one fake tan my entire life and it’s safe to say I’ll never go back. But in saying that, there are some pros and cons to the debate that are worth examining:
Con – are the chemicals they use really that safe?
As the Council Cancer tells me, most common fake tanning lotions, creams and sprays contain a chemical called dihydroxyacetone (DHA), which binds with your dead skin cells and changes the colour of your skin. In turn, the colour comes off when your dead skin cells flake off. The Cancer Council says this stuff is safe but its best to avoid areas around your mouth and eyes. Furthermore, they warn to not breathe in DHA if it’s being applied by a misting process. Inhaling DHA is of specific worry as no assessment has been done of its long term affects on the body.
Pro – spray tans decrease your chances of getting skin cancer
Yes, your chances of getting skin cancer are decreased by spending less time sitting on the beach lathered in SPF 2 tanning oil and spending more time spraying yourself with fake tan. But positive cancer affects aside, the real benefit truly lies in avoiding both. This will decrease your chances of getting skin cancer, as well as remove the possibility of looking like an orange next time you’re out on the town.
Pro – inexpensive and fast
Now, I really can’t disagree with this one. Spray fake tan is fairly inexpensive and super fast. You apply, wait for it to develop and bam! Your sunset glow awaits.
Con – fake tan does not look like real tan
Con – streaking and patchiness
It just doesn’t. Time and time again I see patchy and streaked girls that look orange rather than the sun-kissed look they were going for. It’s super obvious and looks super ridiculous. As one Scope follower put it, “Fake tans go wrong too many times”. No, it doesn’t look sexy and, no, it doesn’t make you look thinner. Instead, it makes you look like you missed the casting call for Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, or that you secretly wish you were a mandarin.
I know I’m back on this point but I feel like it needs highlighting. Lets be specific: the two biggest victims of streakiness and patchiness are the neck and the underarms. We have all seen it before, the girl with the amazing orange glow that unfortunately has started to run away from her neck and seems to have never made it to her underarms. This again reaches my top ten of why to avoid spray tans. So to conclude: if you are a tan-a-holic, then spray tan is definitely the way to go. It’s cheap, easy and will hopefully make you avoid the beach and decrease your chances of getting skin cancer. In saying this though: beware. Take the proper steps to make sure you don’t look like an orange because it’s obvious and looks ridiculous. Personally, I think I will continue to take my inspiration from Nicole Kidman and Dita Von Teese and keep myself real.
Furthermore, people who fake tan tend to do it in the winter months, the obvious time of year when everyone gets a little paler, which makes it even more obvious that they’ve just spent hours perfecting their summer glow in the bathroom. As another Scope follower put it: “I like my ladies real”. I would have to agree.
Pro – it makes you look skinnier
Another friendly Scope follower told us this: “Tan slims you and makes you looked toned”. Now, I wish I could call this argument 7
Photographers: Liam Byrne, Tara Clarke and Ash Adams
I Answer to “Vicki”
I sat alone in the spectator stands. Feet danced in the courts; shuttles lifted, dropped, smashed…the familiar pop of the strings meeting the cork sent a thrill through me. If I closed my eyes right now, I could see my brothers on court, their skin sleek with sweat, their calves bulging against the strain, their arms knotted with sinew, and the racquet dipping about as if it were a part of them.
My fingers hooked around the handle and I took a few jabs at the empty air, pretending there was a shuttle. Eyes on the shuttle, I could hear Coach’s warning.
But my brothers are not here. Instead, I see Jessie on one court, and the Thai girls on another.
I balanced my racquet carefully on my knees. “How was it?”
In English, there is no way to explain it, so I’ll call them my brothers here. ‘Junior’ is too glib a word though it is true they’re younger than me by a couple of years. On the surface, they’re teammates, though they’re more than that. Closer than friends, too. And they’re far more than just ‘peers’. The relationship between my teammates and me here was just a faint echo of that between my brothers and me, the same way the pops were fainter here. My brothers hit with far more power than this. They made loud, strong rounded noises, like the beat of drums of the indigenous people or bare feet thumping on warm earth. One brother once managed to give me a fright with his smash, a crack that reverberated power. It gave me the kind of fright that jerks you awake, leave your eyes wide open and adrenalin pulsing though your veins.
“Hey Vicki.” Jessie hauled herself above the bags, shoes and racquets and sat next to me. She pushed strands of blonde hair from her damp forehead.
“So-so. I won, though.” She sprayed deodorant under her arms. I held my breath. “Good job.” I smiled, took a breath, and breathed through the sick sweetness. Jessie was a good player, but if Coach were here, he’d have had her work on her footwork. These Westerners valued fun over discipline. We were the opposite. Coach had it drilled into us. My feet knew the court better than my tongue knew my mouth. He forbade us to touch the shuttle until we’d made our acquaintance with the lines. In silence, Jessie and I studied our other two teammates playing their doubles. In the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Jessie texting.
These Westerners valued fun over discipline. We were the opposite. Coach had it drilled into us. My feet knew the court better than my tongue knew my mouth. He forbade us to touch the shuttle until we’d made our acquaintance with the lines.
“Where are they from again?” Jessie asked, suddenly, glancing up from her cell phone screen. “Thailand.” Move your feet! Dance, dance, dance! Coach had played Beethoven’s fifth on CD to us. Our feet had to be like it: fast, strong, and passionate. “And you’re from…” Jessie hesitated; I tore my gaze away from the players. “Taiwan,” I said. And there I would have stayed if not for my parents’ love to be like the West. To be superior, like them. Is it still called racism when the race you discriminate against is your own? “Ah, I knew it started with tai, and I knew it wasn’t Thailand!” I smiled, and focused on the game again.
“Yuan-Yuan!” I heard my mother call from behind me, but I ignored her. She knew not to call me that in public.
“Are you a boarder, too?” “No,” I said, my eyes still on our teammates.
“Yuan-Yuan!” Her cry came more loudly. I gripped my racquet tight. If things could be solved every time she screamed my name, a lot of things would’ve been resolved.
“So you live with your parents?” “Just my mum.” Thank god it was just my mum. I didn’t know if I was able to handle both my parents like this. I had a dreadful power over my mother, one that grew with each word in my English vocabulary. As I gained fluency in English, I took on a greater responsibility for my family, and parent and child role became murky.
Jessie turned around from pulling her pants over her shorts. Her eyes focused behind me and she said, “Your Mum’s here.” Reluctantly, I turned, and fixed my stare on the space above my mother’s shoulder. She babbled on in Mandarin.
“So, is your dad still in the picture?”
“Yeah,” I replied in English. “I won. Hey, Mum, I’ve got my Restricted so I can drive out to baddy hall by myself and back home. You don’t have to come pick me up anymore, okay?” If she tried hard enough, I knew she’d understand. After all, I’d managed to become fluent, hadn’t I?
I looked at Jessie; my breath stilled, realizing what it must’ve sounded like. “Yeah, he’s in Taiwan.” My racquet was back in my hand again. I fiddled with it, remembering Coach’s order: make friends with them. Them, meaning the racquet your shoes, the shuttle, the net and the floor. One tends to get superstitious when the court is likened to an arena, racquets to weapons, and ourselves as gladiators. But that started as soon as the game started, and ended the second the game ended.
I felt her worried eyes picking at me, trying to unravel the strands of Westernisation I’d wound around myself. The irony was, she was the one who’d cut my threads to my homeland – she’d banned me from calling coach and the team after finding out I spent all my allowance on the phone calls. So what could I do but spin my own fort around me?
“You speak English at home, right?” “No.” I laughed. The thought of my mother speaking English to me was absurd.
She thought I was still a child, too young to drive alone. But right from the start, it was me who’d talked to the immigrant officers; filled out all manner of forms. I interpreted the news. I wrote out bank deposits and showed her where to sign. Driving alone – everyone else did it here. If I could do all those things, why not driving? I waited for her answer.
“Why not?” Jessie sounded genuinely surprised. “Can’t your mum speak English?” “Yeah, she can,” I said hastily, my mind working quickly to find a way out, “just not… perfect…ly. Look, we’re winning!”
“No, Vicki. Not yet,” she said, finally, in English.
And all too soon, the games were over for another week. My teammates gathered around, grinning excitedly at a great success. My lips moved of their own accord, doing what was appropriate and expected at the time. But to me, something was missing. Something was always missing at the end of games. The joyful slap on the back; sweaty bodies shoving playfully against sweaty bodies. Such camaraderie existed between my brothers and I. We would’ve done anything for each other. We were family, only not in blood.
“Alright, Mum.” Conscious of her heavy gaze on me, I knelt down, lined my racquets neatly in the bag Coach had given me as a farewell present, and zipped it up. “See ya, Jessie.” But Jessie was thumbing her cell phone again. She mumbled a bye to me. Swinging the bag over my shoulder, I began to walk out of the Badminton Hall. I didn’t need to look behind to see if my mother was following. It was the only way. 19
The 2011 Alumni Student Excellence Medals Henry Norris
In 2011, BUSA launched its inaugural suite of academic competitions under the banner of the ‘Alumni Student Excellence Medals’. These competitions were kick-started by a generous donation from the Office of Development and Alumni Relations of $9,000 over two years in the way of prize money. This meant that for each Medal, $1,500 would be up for grabs, with 1st Place walking away with a mouth-watering $1,000.
In the January semester, 45 students entered the Medal for Opinionated Essay, with Canadian JD student Fraser McDonald walking away with 1st Place for his essay on political correctness. In the May semester, 38 students entered the Medal for Creative Arts, with Ansha Krishan winning 1st Place in the Visual Arts division for her captivating black and white photograph, and Yin Lin winning 1st Place in the Creative Writing division for her incredible short story.
The three Medals run by BUSA in 2011 were Opinionated Essay, Creative Arts, and Public Speaking. Catering for a range of interests and skills, these Medals have collectively engaged over 100 students across all faculties at Bond, and on the whole, have been a great success.
Medal For Public Speaking This semester, the Medal for Public Speaking took place during Bondstock, and over 20 students entered. Eight students were shortlisted for the final in the Amphitheatre on Wednesday afternoon, and entertained the audience with speeches covering a range of topics and styles.
An important element of the competitions is that they are each judged by a Bond alumnus who returns to campus for the presentation of the Medals. This alumni involvement provides an avenue for current students to engage with the Bond alumni network, and for our alumni to return to campus, get nostalgic, and tell some stories. The alumni involved in the 2011 Medals were: Steven Ciobo MP, the Federal Member for Moncrieff here on the Gold Coast; Naomi McGill, an IT and MBA graduate who has started her own international lingerie company which has the world’s first patent for platinum studded suspenders and has been voted the world’s 5th most unique company; and Derek Cronin, a law graduate from Bond’s inaugural class who has gone on to successfully start his own law firm, ‘Cronin Litigation Lawyers’.
1st Place went to Stephanie Baker for her fun and flawless speech on the 1960s. 2nd Place went to Matt McLean for his debate on nature vs nurture, which was both humorous and thought provoking. 3rd Place went to Jack Nagy for his personal insight into his travels to India and his stirring discussion on nature vs nurture and the whole notion of happiness. The 2011 Medals have provided the foundation for what BUSA sees as being a permanent suite of academic competitions open to all Bond students. Well done to all students who were involved in this year’s Medals, and congratulations to the winners. Stay tuned for the 2012 Medals!
HOT OR NOT
HOT Dane Swan Netball 113 Bondstock
AFL Grand Final Having a shit one Palaver - Week 5 THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC
Kyle Manning, Choir Secretary Well, maybe not the hills. But the music room is alive with the sounds of Bond A Capella Choir every Wednesday night from 6.00-7.30pm. What’s that you say? You haven’t heard the choir? You haven’t even heard of the choir? Gosh. Well, we have several performances coming up, beginning as early as Week 4. We’re particularly looking forward to featuring in the Music Soiree and randomly commandeering the amphitheatre like a crazy bunch of musical pirates. On land. Choir rehearsals are always interesting events: full of vocal harmonies and friendly chatter. It really is the perfect opportunity to meet new people from all over campus with similar interests to you. You might even make some new friends.
AUG Two days into the Australian University Games (AUG) and the results for the Bullsharks are as follows:
This semester, the choir is working on songs like Teenage Dream, Forget You, Prayer of the Children and Raise Your Glass. We’re also working on some small group projects. It’s totally awesome. BUT, we need new members. And a little bird told me that YOU can sing. Actually, that’s a lie; birds don’t talk to me. But, if you can sing, why not audition for the choir? Just phone or text our trusty director Justeen Chan on 0433 448 677. Or, if she’s temporarily deafened by her own singing and can’t answer the phone, try me on 0428 297 528. We’ll arrange a time for your super special awesome audition and all you need to do is choose one of your favourite songs and practise singing it.
Competition AFL - Mens Div 2 Airtrain Football - Mens Div 2 Badminton - Mens Div 2 Badminton - Womens Baseball - Open Basketball - Mens Div 2 Beach Volleyball - Mens Div 2 Beach Volleyball - Mixed Div 2 Beach Volleyball - Womens Div 2 Brooks Hockey - Womens Div 2 Brooks Netball - Mixed Div 2 Handball - Mixed Div 2 Lawn Bowls - Div 2 Rugby Union 7's - Mens Softball - Womens Squash - Mens Squash - Womens Tennis - Mens Tennis - Womens Touch - Mixed Div 2 Ultimate - Mixed Div 2 Volleyball - Indoor - Womens Div 2 Water Polo - Mens Div 2
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New HSM building sliding door Based Boys Carrying over the partying from Bondstock to AUG The Lion King Transfusion for MedSoc Bond Skydiving in Week 3 Grad Film shoots The temperature in Dubai
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To keep updated with results throughout the week head to https://secure.unigames.com.au/competition_universityteamschedule.asp?season=59&team=438
Brittany’s look-a-like NOT Macs Assessment due already Colds/Being sick Facebook privacy changes Bondstock is over Bondstock detox Grad Film shoots Forgetting your ID for SLP Being in England and missing Bondstock with Animal House Losing at AUG Losing a bet again