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Sunday, April 06, 2008
23 days later
Oh! In the mist of thinking about 'I' (refer to post 28 days later), i miss out the stuff that ill be doing with others.

Polly the hypothesis of the research study is right "Participants in different conditions would complete the personal beliefs surveys in importabtly different ways. One of the hypotheese tested was that thinking about family would activate a more interdependent self construal"

During the experiment, i was exposed to the text about food and its nutrition. Hence, when i was given a series of " I am...."for me to continue the sentence. I subconsciously continue the sentence with ideas about myself. Initially after the test it inked me that i didnt think about my family or others when doing the experiment. Well this shows how individualistic i am at times.

I'm glad i return home last night.
Went to mother's room and found her lying on her bed. So I made myself comfortable by lying beside her, before i realised it we had a long chat for around 1.5 hr i think.

It occur to me that it is only when i came to university and when i dont stay at home much. That is why we had so much things to talk about. Don't think we will chat so long if we see each other every single day.

Mother wasn't really happy. Her secondary school friend died a couple of days ago.
The story is something like, it was just 2 years ago when they were having a reunion and were having karoke session. They normally sent sms greetings back and forth during festive session. And you know how aunties are easily amused with this type of gadgets and technology we have, they can spent the entire day sending back and forth cute msg.
It was not too long ago, they stopped sms.
One day, mother called her place.
The receiver picked up the phone and told mother that she was not in, eventhough mother distinctively recognised her voice.

Before she realised it, her friend died of cancer.

Cancer, such a horrible word. To think that this is also the name of a starsign supposingly to be something so beautiful that some are born under. Ironically, I am just so happen to be born under it.

Anyway, mother missed the sea too!
So 23 days later, we will be going off to the sea! And i will bring her ther personally! yes, this is what im going to do. Bring her down kayaking!


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Yesterday maths test, jb took a glance at my paper, realised that he overlook a part and didnt complete it he took my paper and copied my entire graph! I cant believe that i let him do so....


Catching the falling leaves ...[11:06 AM]
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