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im PAM.

nothing much has changed.

and it seems as though ive outgrown blogger.

but then again,
im just reminising my oh-so-glorious past.

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Tuesday, May 02, 2006

three cheers for myself.
i've completed my AW assignment
*smiles*
i'm tryin to console myself that i didn't write bullshit.

halfway through my work,
my mum came in to borrow my C.D notes.
and i was wondering why the hell she needed my notes
(read: CHILD DEVELOPMENT)
(read 2: she's currently doin a dip in psychology)

mum: girl ah, explain to me how Pavlov's theory can be applicable to teachers.
me: *drops jaw and stares at her*
mum: you studied that theory right?
me: conditioned stimulus, etc?
mum: exactly. now explain.
me: *still in shock* ok...
(she's ever so bossy. hmph!)

boohoo, my mama's studyin the same thing as me.
well, not as detailed as what i'm studying though.
i nearly puked blood while teachin her.
she just don't understand why Pavlov did the experiment on dogs.
LIKE DUH!
rats don't respond like dogs.
*shakes head*
and she took all my child development notes to read.
man, she's so hardworking.

yesyes, i had dinner with faz and ting today
:)
let'se just say that TING's super blur today.
example?
at the face shop,
she took the bottle of tester and wanted to pay for it.
intelligence.
faz and i TRIED not to laugh.
HAHAHAHAH!

alright, somethin tells me that i should go sleep now.
YAWNS.
class at eight tmr.
four hour break in between.
how exciting. sheeeesh.

something for my soul, somewhere