Please don’t take something for granted.
You said you have something to tell me.
I know it’s meant as a joke.
I’ll play along; follow your line.
I’m usually fine with stuff like that.
But after waiting for 3 hours, a new decision suddenly arises.
We are to go for some fucking concert.

Hmm, ok, maybe I may still oblige.
But after knowing that we do not have our admin cards to enter, stop with the rubbish please.
Why the hell would we bluff you by saying our cards are not with us?
Also, do not include other people into it and asking me to “go la, pei her go”.
Fuck it.
I only agreed to stay because of dinner. Nothing else.
Wasted my time waiting.
You might argue and say I’m usually wasting my time anyway.
So?
What I want to do with my time is none of your concern, and it never will be.
Please DO NOT fucking change something at the last minute and expect me to follow though.
I do hate last minute changes, though I’m usually ok with it. Usually.
Just don’t cross the line.
And don’t expect everything to go back to plan, once that change was aborted.
I’ve already lost my fucking mood.

Haven’t been in such a bad mood since eons ago.
Congratulations on getting me to that level.
Here’s a pat on the back for you.
Or would you prefer a slap to the face?
Pity I’m not someone who is allowing enough for you to play with.

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I’ll be back to normal tomorrow, and I hope something like this will never happen again.
Don’t ever, at the last minute, tell me to do something I wouldn’t like, and expect me to say ‘ok’ to your ‘please please’.
Or ‘because someone else doing, pei that someone la”.
Screw it.

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Well since this has now become a private blog, I’m allowed to use any fucking language I want.
If the reader feels offended, please, feel free to click on the cross at the top right hand corner.
It’ll always be there for your convenience.

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There the inebriated fool sings…

~*~*~* Remembered the reason why I loved to be alone *~*~*~

As the last of the 6 candles was placed onto the pentagon drawn with blood, Akira smiled. Red liquid emanated from the gash on her hand; the blood-stained dagger that caused the wound lay forgotten on the cold hard stone floor alongside her garments. However, she felt no pain. In her mind, there was only her master, and she hadn’t let him down. Soon, the ritual would be completed. Soon, she would be rewarded beyond her wildest dreams.


A cold gust blew pass, prickling the hairs on her naked body. The flames on the candles flickered wildly, casting dark shadows evocative of demons onto the wall behind. Akira stood firm, unafraid when she should fear, more concerned with giving then taking.


Somewhere in the distance, a bell chimed, signaling midnight. And then it happened. Without warning, warped thoughts of a stranger assaulted her mind relentlessly. A million nerves centered around her brain as the incessant throb burgeoned, spiraled and evolved. The illusion of need, the crush of desire, the culmination of absolute love of her master fell over her as she screamed into the night, unable to contain herself anymore.

Akira awoke cold and shivering. The room was dark; the candles extinguished. In the back of the room, a lone figure cloaked in black stood silently, observantly.

“Master, my master…”

“You have done well my child.”

“Thank you… thank you master!”

Akira relaxed. Relief rushed through her veins. The ritual was complete; she would be honored.

“Arise my child.” whispered the cloaked stranger. “Thou shalt be blessed.”

Akira obeyed and rose to her feet boldly, unashamed of her nakedness. The stranger raised a hand, pale and white under the moonlight that streamed in from the window, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, bright blue flames erupted around Akira, engulfing her, burning her. She shrieked in agony and fell onto the floor, writhing in pain.

“Master!? Why?!” she cried out, but the stranger merely smiled evilly. A second snap of his fingers and the girl whom had served him so acquiescently exploded into nothingness. Thick red blood splattered all over the room and onto his face. Out of the corner of his lips, a long tongue escaped and caught a drop of red liquid trickling down his cheek.

‘Delicious…’ he thought, gazing out of the window, where the full moon shone brightly – a silver orb illuminating the starless sky. ‘You have done well, now depart in peace…’

‘The night is still young.’ he mused as he left the confinement of the room. ‘There is much work to be done…’