The game is up, whoever you are. I know what you did, because Qi actually linked me to your blog. As I trawled your archives, I realised that you have been copying my blog entries, even those that I posted way back in 2007, when I was a freshie in NTU, only that you labelled it as your experience in Essex. I am really puzzled as to why you would want my life so much that you don't want your own. As much as I would like to meet you in person to know why you want my life so much, I am genuinely freaked by you.
This is the third time something like that has happened to me. But this is the first time someone actually took my PICTURES. Take my written entries if you want to. I draw the line at pictures. And rightly so. You take my pictures, I will be pissed. And when I'm pissed, everyone knows what happens. I BLOG. And I use the f-word. Which I try very hard not to do, because I don't like it. I don't even like getting angry, because I believe everything can be resolved amicably, but I don't even know you.
The blog address is http://simitaichi.livejournal.com. I do not know why the fuck he or she wants to impersonate me. I would lock my blog, but I have many friends who read it. I don't even want to know how many more copies of my blog are circulating in cyberspace, under different forms. Check out the bio for this user at http://simitaichi.livejournal.com/profile. Apparently the blog "moved from journal Critical Smoke due to spamming and accidental pressing. sighs." So damned amazing. How come I didn't even know my own blog had moved?
To copycat/simitaichi: From your blog, it seems that you obviously have a life. Why the fuck are you trying to take mine? Got out of the wrong side of bed today? The food you ate for dinner gave you indigestion? Since you obviously have no qualms about doing something so unethical, I shall have no qualms about bashing the shit out of you with my whole arsenal, using the weapons I wield best. WORDS.
The more I read your blog, the more I realise that it is probably a mishmash of stuff taken from others' blogs, because the writing style is inconsistent, and the things you blog about are far too varied. I wonder how you would like for me to comment on your blog that I am the original writer of many of your entries. I think your friends would lose a lot of respect for you, unless you don't have friends because you've been copying their blogs too and they found out. I certainly did lose all respect for you as a person, especially when you took my PICTURES you plagiarising dipshit.
You know what? I'm going to do the same thing you did. I'm going to take pictures from your blog, and post it on my own. The only difference is, the pictures will be OF your blog. I am so darned amused, I can't help myself. Now I actually have evidence that you're a copycat, even if you turn out to be like the two people before who did this and locked their blogs or deleted all the entries.
Do you know Qianqi? Or me for that matter? Then why pretend we even know you?
You're from Journalism class too? I thought journalists had an ethical code. Oh I know, you are the one who never comes for class. No wonder you didn't know that.
They call Chinese students in Essex Ah Tiongs? I thought they called them chinks, because that's what they call me every day, and I'm not even from China.
Oh, you had a friend with an exploding microwave too. And you also have a friend called Dom who got spat at in the face. What are the odds? I think I should go buy 4D.
Your flat sounds a lot like my flat. You almost sound like you are living in my flat. Damn it, I know. You're the fucking thief. You take my entries, and now you want my veg.
Fuck, and now you want my diet too? You already took all my fucking veg. I have to eat chips.If you like my blog, read it. If you really like it, read it and weep. Don't take my entries and my PICTURES and pretend that you're a much better writer than you actually are, or that you have a life more exciting than you actually do, because at the end of the day, the one living that life is me, and I am enjoying it so much, you can only imagine.
Maybe I should post a video of me doing my best impression of a chicken flapping its wings, as a gloating version of a victory dance. But I'm not going to do that just in case you decide to put it on your blog. The last thing I need is for people I don't know to see me flapping like a chicken, because 10 years later it will turn up on Youtube if I get famous.
BY ALL MEANS, COPY AND PASTE THIS ENTRY. I WILL ENJOY READING IT ON YOUR BLOG.