If you have anything to comment on about today, I suggest you go to Iraq and have mustard gas fired at you (if I'm not wrong, it was used in World War I and causes skin blisters that can rot.Victims can go blind for a short period of time and suffer damage to their lungs and stomach which can last for years....).

Firstly, the honoured person who earns a place in my blog....will be none other then the idiot who threw his wallet INTENTIONALLY at my chest.

If you are squeamish about dealing with this and roll your eyes, I shall pour super glue in and make them stick in that position forever. I'm serious about the mustard gas.

All was fine and well during the English Speech and Drama private rehearsal, and the cast (namely me and a few specific persons, including that idiot...let's now call him a son of a harlot(SOAH)I know it's not nice to make assumptions about parent's choice of when to procreate, but anyway, let's continue.

So, SOAH threw the wallet, and it hit me. Yay for me. What's the first thing that comes to mind when an object, after making its trajectory across the room, hits your chest? The choice is obvious---go offensive or defensive. Naturally, in a fit of anger, I threw it back, hitting SOAH squarely in the chest. Then, he clammed it was unprovoked, therefore, throwing it back HARD and hitting me, squarely on a certain part of the female anatomy. (OK, fine, it sounds more procrative anyway, I might as well say chest.)

We then proceeded to have an argument, and he insulted my command of the English Language. Funny this, isn't it, coming from someone who apparently cannot type coherently in proper English and has not the faintest idea what 'onyx' means. Or how to spell 'enigma', for that matter. Or the meaning of 'erudite'.

If my English was that bad, I don't think I would be using such vocabulary. And it's hardly my fault you don't understand. The blind can't describe colours no matter how hard you shove the painting in front of their faces, just like how the ignorant cannot accept wisdom.

If there's one thing I really, really hate, it's insulting my work. I am a person of pride, I'll admit it. I take great pride in my literary works. So fuelled with raw emotion I was then, I had to focus on not using my knowledge of human cruelty so as to prevent another unfortunate case of manslaughter.

Then, for no reason at all, tears start coursing, and I'm left looking like an overemotional, insecure brat. Fan-tastic. Whoopie.

While all this drama was going on (no pun intended, well, it WAS the period where we were supposed to practise our Speech and Drama performance), the other team members were busy trying to stop the verbal onslaught and restore peace and order. Nevertheless, though I did finally shut up and return to smsing on my phone, asking my mother for the least expensive (but still not of low quality, I can't STAND low-quality stuff) bottle of sparkling juice. Somehow, that lone sms was never sent, as, in my fury, I deleted it.

The poor phone suffered later when I dropped it. Thankfully, it's been very resilient and haven't broken...yet. Enough about the phone. Let's continue.

Well, both parties did not apologize, and I just sat there, staring at nothing in particular and thinking about my next poem. How ungentlemanly of him. Well, he DID say he wasn't one, so I guess I'll degrade him from 'Man' to 'beast'. And by 'beast', I was thinking about that annoying lizard that was fried on electrical wires.

Isn't it funny how man could be such hypocrites? You say that one's English is not good enough, but consider yourself:Barely even able to understand even the most basics that constitute part of my vocabulary, you deem yourself 'superior'?

Please. You aren't that good. In fact, when I looked through your essay, it was way to rushed. The vocabulary used looked like it had been painstakingly gathered from a Guidebook to writing essays.


How....abysmal. Downright disconsolate. Such standards of abject poorness. *sighs in mock-sympathy*

Yes, I realise that by blogging it out and not saying it in your face will be deemed as being cowardly. But consider:

1)You have an extremely thick skull, and are somewhat deaf, so I suppose if I were to say this, you won't be able to understand as I talk quite fluently and quickly in English. Furthermore, I highly doubt any information goes into that thick skull of yours. Mayhaps it must've been so thick, it occupies most of your head, leaving little to no space for your brain. Unfortunately for you, God must have decided to be cruel and to give 80% of the brain devoted to being gargoyle and daily needs, such as the respiratory system and digestive system. The rest, sadly, isn't enough to cover your academic needs.

2)Face it. Your English STINKS. If I didn't type it out with proper spelling, I fear you would not have enough time to read at your leisure and flip the dictionary frantically. Poor little guy. Boo Hoo. Hey! I'm being considerate! You should thank me.

3) If we DID talk, it would escalate into ethics, which I decided to not let you suffer as I DO read the newspaper and thus have a very good idea how to argue a case.

DO note that I have been kind enough not to mention your name. Trust me, it was tempting, but I didn't. This will sound petty, but who cares, since I feel I highly deserve an apology, being hit in the chest. I might remove this if you do so, for it might tarnish your reputation.

If you are reading this, you know who you are. And other members of the ESD group will know too. Either we resolve this matter, and let the performance go smoothly, or it will sit here in the archives, an unerasable part of history. You make the choice. You can also choose not to respond, or insult me back, but now that I'm back to reading fanfiction, it is highly inadvisable unless you want my stilettos thrown at your head. It was provoked. In the case where you choose not to respond, I might also forget it along with the passage of time. Don't blame me, however, if one day you find a handmade voodoo doll, stuck with various pins and curses, with your name on it attached.

I shall not waste my time further, I'm off playing torture Chamber II. I cannot guarantee if I do imagine a specific person's head being attached on the victim.