Of Blood & Human Sashimi

"Don't look." P cautioned me. For all you know, the next instance, I looked down. Oooh, that bloody tube... ...TMD. The silver mammoth had sucked blood out of my body... ...again TMD.
(P did not understand my philosophy of life when she cautioned me don't look.) Having fasted for more than 16 hours for this blood-sucking moment (yes! I counted 16, inclusive of waiting time), all I wanted was to feed myself.

In the afternoon, S came walking to me. She seemed delighted to see me. S is my ex-customer. "Hello Miss , I know where you live, hehe!" Her grin stretched from left ear to right ear.
(Now, to be stalked would mean I possess certain qualities afterall, and yet, I am NOT comforted by this kind of quality, heck.)

Few days ago, I have noticed this silver BMW moving suspiciously slow, only to make a U-turn just as I was about to reach home. Now, foolish as foolish as can be, I ignored the BMW. I don't care whether the fellow inside the car waved at me. I just want to be safe once inside my house. You never know what she was holding in her hands. Ada! My imagination has gone wild. Who would want to hurt me? I have no enemies whatsoever.

Now again, S's words are ringing in my head "Hello Miss, I know where you live, hehe!" Having said that, S skipped away, happily ever after.

As for me, I am at a point of wanting to eat Human Sashimi.