AidahBurne
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Thursday, December 06, 2007
My family is sitting down playing Domino. and what am i doing? updating this blog when im supposed to be studying. syimir is a domino king. and syirah is a domino loser. aren't you, sister? ::::::::::::::: then there was the story of my sociology test. other than the fact that i scribbled my way through and finished the whole paper within 25 minutes and was the third one out of the LT, i personally feel, i did preety okayy. well, maybe with the exception of the application of theory. but then again, who actually go out and apply theory to every single thing you came across with relation to sociology. of course, one can't deny the fact that shamini is going to laugh her arse off if i fail sociology, however, just to be safe, i assured her that psychotic antisocial people is hardly ever expected to excel in a subject so 'vibrant', 'socialable' such as this. it is an unthinkable sin. on the other hand, there is a fine difference between psychopath and sociopath. let us look at an example that i have, can you, my dear readers, ever imagine a notorious brutal yet artistic, talented and handsome serial killer to excel in sociology? Let's think Dexter Morgan. of course not, yes? but that's where you are gravely majorly wrong. He HAS to excel in sociology, he NEEDS to understand the wayy society work. for it is the very essence of his disguise. don't you get it, yet? He needs to blend in to remain undetected whilst gallivanting on a killing spree, and yes, he need to learn the art of living and understanding social norm. deviance won't do. i bet you don't get what im trying to say, cause only psychopaths like me would. and, i shall stop here, lest someone accused me of reverting back to my gruesome psychotic mindset. :::::::::::::::::: as of now, the count sets in at syimir winning domino 6 times in a row. and, he is playing against syirah, my grandmother and my grandfather. :::::::::::::::::: dian was hilarious to the bloody maximum just now. Sakura! i nearly teared up laughing. she might be the cause of my chest pain now, too. all your fault, once again. :::::::::::::::::::: and we bought cup cakes just now. the weirdest thing would be, they gave us testers and so we tasted. only after swallowing did i ask, "halal or not?" regardless of the authenticacy of its halalness, it was damn nice. No worries, readers. The cupcake was baked at a Malay aunty's house. We'll just assume she's Muslim, shall we? and Dian took photos of the cupcakes. and wanted a second helping. and, the guys was asking for a bit of it and and, we're sorry we can't offer it to 8 of you out there, cause there's only 4 cupcakes. the worst was, in retaliation, Nick cursed us. that we'll have major stomach contraction, we'll be needing the toilet every few minutes and he even describe how the faeces would look like WHILE we're eating. disgusting much? :::::::::::::::::: in conclusion, i think, i have said enough for one day. P.S: i felt as though im posting an FQ instead of a blog update. i made a move at 9:30 PM
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