You know man, seriously. I really don't know what the hell I should write in a blog. I mean, is it like, a place where you pour all your heart and soul, or just you write whatever you're thinking or feeling at the moment or just a space for randomness? I seriously do not know.
SARAH you coaxed me into this tell me what should I be doing NAO huh!? HUH?!?!
Okay whatever man, for this early Wednesday morning, I just got up, feeling fresh but gah I gotta run to the academics in a few moment D: Fu---k....Damn it Lady Gaga for this.
Mmm anyways.. I just gotta bring this rotting blog outta the internet grave of porns, havoc and japanese weirdness. Ah bloggie, how thee art abandoned by thy writer.
Ah, how bout sharing a pretty awesome ghost story with y’all.
I didn’t write this, so enjoy it~~
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
OH SHIT FUUUUUU---------
Next up, my god where are the One Piece spoilers!?!?!
And just when you thought I wouldn’t be talking bout some nonsense manga, right? WRONG
Okay now last time I talked about Kurosagi’s Corpse Delivery Service, ‘aight? Awesomeness comic-us. Seriously, like, I wasted more than RM300 on those alone, coming close to RM400 now. Oh yeah.
And then I bought volume 1 of Dorohedoro. Okay, just one wittle volume. But tha costs RM44 something. Gah the atrocity can’t. handle. The prices but Fu-k that, I’m buying. But then I soon forgot about it and kinda regretting buying the comic at the first place…
But then I started reading It again, courtesy of Mangatraders and CDisplay.
KABOOM XPLOSION I AM BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS
Reading it the second time ahhhhhhhhh. It gots everything.. ah ah ah fangirlsm is such a beautiful thing.
Don’t be fooled, if ya guys like romance this story got a bit of em sprinkled out here and there. Well, no yaoi here, xcept maybe Chota and En but heck that ain’t mutual.
Plus the art, the coloring. The muscular ladies and the buffy dudes.. eheeheheheeh.
And Ai-freaking-kawa I love you man.Wow, I am fangirling in a blog now. Who woulda thought?
I will for evah be in crazy loving for this En cover
End of fangirl moment.
Just throwing this in.. BUROKEN WEAAAA!!!
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