[+21.11.04! || 17:32]

well, my saturday's been a blast. a blast with so much impact that i've six coin-sized mosquito bites now. if you count three that have not subsided since the days of OBS, make that nine. All over my four limbs, the pink surrounding flesh remains in stark contrast to the pale, whitish, elevated bump that had been formed right after the needle-like mouth of the pint-sized vampire sunk into the inviting meat of man. (or girl, for that matter.) streams of crimson liquid flowing through my veins were intercepted and mouthfuls were sucked into the hollow tube of a mouth and gulped down, like water down a thirsty man's gullet. like an aphid inserting its mouthpart deep into the xylem vessel in a spongy stem of a fresh, young budding plant and drinking its blood away with immense relish. like a human being, though without such handy adaptations alike the two examples mentioned above, yet wittingly exploits the ingenious tool- the straw -and draws in a glass of ice-cold lemonade with a long and sustaining sucking breath that practically turns the face a tint of blue. but inevitably, all three creatures would find their once deflated bellies distending elastically to an extreme extent that the word bloated would be of mild consequence. and of course, with delight and satisfaction complimenting the whole process. say, isn't it all just a vicious cycle? "you can suck, i can suck, we can suck together..!" and yes that undoubtedly came from the larynx of choumei (i'm sorry did i just say that, well it's chormei) the humans suck the juice, they get plump, and mosquitoes feed on their honeyed blood. how quaint. like a hamster hard at its running wheel, even after a day's work and violently throbbing muscles, little does it know that they are still in the godforsaken, wretched prison that they had been encaged in since.. forever. circles have no ends, they get you nowhere. but they're probably everywhere. life..when the day dawns and night falls..the four seasons. (i was going to include the nitrogen and carbon dioxide cycles but nah, i figured people wouldn't be all to grateful if i were to rake up the foul memories in sync with school/homework/teachers too early in the holidays.) and as the story comes to a close, the not-so-much a teeth-baring, white-faced vampire but more-of-a killer-mouthed, white-spotted rodent retracted its tubish mouth and flew away in search of another victim to prey on. but who knew, my luck took a downturn when it decided against tiring its delicate wings during the long and enduring search, when my extra sweetened haemoglobin vessels were more than it could ask for? and so it made another landing. "yummy yum-yum", it thought to itself. (then i did a stu-spastic-pid action in attempt to swat the blood-draining devil, which led to a dumb-and dumberer pose of which no one could have survived the laughter pangs provoked. but, that's a story saved for another time.)

all that matters, is today(: -