Hate, abhorrence, loathe and irrationality.

How often do you find someone which you loathe so much, that despite not seeing them for almost a year now you still find yourself flaring just by listening to their voices? Why is it that despite understanding my own reasons for such an enmity, and the silent efforts I make in order to forsake such a creed, can shatter explosively just at the very sight of her? Where is the forgiveness I normally reserve to people I believe that on second chances can make me overlook their fucking crappiness? If I may answer that myself perhaps there may never be certain forgiveness for her.

I guess now the answer is simple: I hate her. I abhor her. I loathe her.

Screw conscience, for once. I’ve been reflecting with myself for sometime now, and I admit that at times I may have been inconsiderately ticked at her for naïve and brash reasons. Now I can say they somehow fucked off into an orgy honeymoon at the Haiti prairies. Gone is my rationality. Hello late-teenage angst.

You may be wondering who this particular person is, and if you’ve been reading this lacklustre blog for a while now you might remember a certain fiery rant regarding a lecturer I dubbed as TMJ, and you’ll know that I have been rather relentless in verbally abusing her. Why? I sense you ask. She’s personally the WORST lecturer I ever had, the WORST tutor I ever know, the WORST teacher in my short history in life, and now she claims the only spot as the THE bitch-head of the century. That a good enough answer? Let’s get her a trophy, someone.

Pardon my being unduly harsh on her, but there are times when you can’t resist yourself.

Sigh… I thought I’ve seen enough of her and her annoying face to last the turn of a new millennia, and now she’s lecturer cum tutor for my Production & Publication subject. Great. Smashing, in fact. Here’s a pumpkin, knock yourselves out.

The same infuriating voice… the familiar, constipatingly excruciating boyish look… the gender-confusing appearance… the jokes that makes sure the Antarctic freezes twice over… and God forbid that now it seems like she’ll repeat the her exact crappy, pathetic, incomprehensibly un-understandable form of teaching.

What is she, like, a demon or something sent to mentally torment me into a worthless lump of potato (as if I do not resemble one enough)?

“With the power of Soap, cleaner of all that is dirty, bane of all that is disgusting and purifier of all that is stubbornly oily; I compel you, Demon of Immense Crappiness, to LEAVE and forsake the evil deeds in your dastardly planning!”

Gargles of agony and hisses of hatred left the snarling mouth of the Demon, her eyes wide with the very enmity that plagues fear and darkness into the minds of men as she writhes in pain of the overwhelming power cast down upon her cursed existence.

“BEGONE, demon, incarnation of all that is Annoying, physical form of all that is Irritating, origination of all that is Exasperating! I command you, Boredom personified, to BEGONE from this world!”

With the final phase of the spell cast, the Demon released a final howl of angst, and the world shook and trembled as though fearing her undying loathing. Its skin melted into mud most foul, with a stench so thick it killed 2 squirrels making an untimely detour. Her bones slowly crumbled into ash as dark as night itself, and the winds scattered her wretched remains across the ocean so that it shall never recover. And the world lived in peace ever since.

Well that was childishly fun.

I’ll be seeing her a hell lot more in this semester, and I guess I’ll just have rely on a little bit of imagination and a lot of daydreaming to get those days by.

Goodnight people.

Word of the Day:

qua
In the capacity or character of; as.

Song of the Day: Nami Kaze Satellite by Snorkel (Naruto OST)

Currently playing: God Hand (ps2)