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I know I have been way behind on updating, so much has changed within the past week that I feel like I am 2 years older. I really can’t promise I will be posting any ‘outings’ for this week, or even the next. I went to the doctors today and he sent me to radiology. Diagnosis? Ovarian cyst due to polycystic ovarian syndrome or PCOS. I’ll have to get surgery and I am not sure when.

Moving on, bitches be CRAZY! With the exception of 3; my badass housekeeper Consuelo and Mother Teresa. I am, however starting to question Consuelo’s mental stability. Who else could work for an Aspie with extreme rigidity, that at the same time is messy as hell and still smile doing their job? Anyhow, those who have been religiously reading Raw, Lewd & Indecent should be aware of who Song is. If not, She defines the crazy in crazy bitches. Allow me to explain:

After I had met Song at the Halloween bash, her and I kept in touch on a regular basis, she even granted my ever so fucking sexy, fantasy. After the rendezvous, Song went from submissive servant to psychotic bitch in a snap. At first it was gradual, then it increased faster and faster over the course of a few days. She was calling way too much and when I did not pick up, she would leave voice mails and then text messages. When I wouldn’t reply quick enough she would blow my phone up. She would show up at my office with lunch, or coffee. When I wasn’t at the office she would drive all the way to my condo and wait in the front lobby until I got home.

I notified security of the “stalker” issue I was dealing with and for ONE day, and one day only, the drama seemed to die down. The next morning I was optimistic and I decided to head over to the office to help with billing and accounts receivable. Although my anxiety had been sky high, my focus on billing had helped. To be honest, the level of anxiety she caused makes me so fucking exhausted. Constantly being on guard, you know, just in case she decides to jumped out of the fucking bushes and doused my entire body with a water bottle filled with gasoline whilst screaming, “All I wanted was to love you!!! Look at what you’ve made me do!! Now we can be together FOREVER!!!” Then she flicks the bic….

(Shudders)

Other than the usual stress and chaos in the office, the morning was mundane, no psychotic Asian women showing up with gifts and food. Therefore I was comfortable enough to let down my guard a little and finally relax.

Worst fucking mistake ever!

After a few hours at the office I decided to return home for a hot bath and some much needed R & R. When I got back into the city around 2pm-ish, I valet my car, waved at security and the concierge, checked my mail and headed to my condo. I unlocked my door and stepped inside. Turned around to lock the double bolts on the the door. I proceeded to sift through my mail as I headed towards my bedroom. Half way there I tripped and fell sending everything in my hands flying every which direction. Confused at what just happened, I looked around to see if Blair had tripped me on purpose but instead saw this fairly large white cardboard box with a huge purple ribbon sitting in the middle of the hallway. I laughed it off as I thought, “this fucking cunt! Blair and her damn pranks!” I gathered the scattered items and placed them on top of the box, then pushed the box into my room.

Once I got the box in my room and on my bed, I removed everything on top and unwrapped it. First oddity, Blair is into Japanese ‘kawatt’ frivolous shit right now so she’d usually put a note on EVERYTHING she gifts, and I couldn’t find a note. Second oddity, the box was sprayed with perfume I did not recognize. Hesitant to what was inside, my curiosity pushed me to proceed. Once the box was uncovered enough the contents inside became visible. Letters, photos, stuff animals, and dried flowers?

I climb onto my mattress and poured out the box. Copious amounts of letters, photos, stuff animals and dried flowers sprawled across my duvet. Flabbergasted and quite frankly fucking confused, I didn’t know what to make of all the shit. I grabbed the first thing in front of me, a letter folded into a heart-shaped origami. I unfolded it and it read:

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Hi bebe!

Its ur love Si!! I miss u! I saw u work today. 21/11/2007

U very beauty. I write u letter to show u I love u so a lot.

Why u mad at Si? I do sorry. No mad at Si.

Si love u forever.

Love,

Si

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Wait.. What THE…FUCK?!? Si? Ho…wow… did the crazy cunt find me?!?

Si is this fling I had when I lived in Vietnam. Long story for another time, but yeah. She is psycho! Met at a club, got fucked up, and ended up fucking. Treated the rendezvous as one for the black book. On the other hand, she apparently did not. She stalked me; doing some crazy shit and showing up every where! Wasn’t until I told her to FUCK OFF and moved both work and residence did it stop… or so I thought.

I reached for the pile and started to violently sift through the mound of shit, grabbing only the photos. Once I complied a medium stack in my hand I looked at the first photo, it was a photo of me in work clothes, on my motorbike driving either from work or to work. I tossed it aside and looked at the next, it was of me smoking a cigarette on my computer with a window cracked open and curtains drawn back. My flight or fight systematic response kicked into full throttle and I aggressively looked at the next photo; ME eating, and the next; ME drinking, and the next; ME laughing.

That was the final straw. I was fuming and the thought of her coming into MY house and in MY personal space set off my rage. I grabbed handfuls of her obsessive obsession of me and stuffed them back into the box. When I reached for the final photo it was of Song.

Okay… Granted, it might have taken me a few seconds to put two and two together, but eventually it clicked. Si is Song! Fuck man, now that I really process and compare the two, the similarities are staggering. Shit I must have really blocked the crazy bitch out in order to be THAT blind. Although, to my defense she did perfect conversational English and her nose was vaguely different.

Anyways, the last photo I shredded it up and toss the pieces into the box, stormed to the lobby and demanded to speak to security, manager, who the fuck ever is in charge of the property. Belligerent and shaking I threw the box down and bitched about the breach in safety, my safety, the ridiculous amount I pay to be safe, or at LEAST to feel safe, and demanded an answer to how and why she was able to enter my condo. Excuse after god damn excuse, is all they could offer. I called the manager a pretentious douche and asked him how about he get raped in the ass by a intruder and then come at me with this bullshit.

Well THAT didn’t pan out accordingly. I was asked to return to my condo and a few hours later the realtor who I rent from asked me to vacate, without actually asking but using her concern for my safety as an excuse.

Fuck’em! At least I got my security deposit back and the retainer of rent I already paid on the 1st and I am now back in my house again. I am looking for another highrise condo, except this time I am buying!

RLI Mark

 

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5 Responses

  1. ballsakhung
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    Action – packed!

    Hmm. My diagnosis. You are probably too sexy (a good thing). You are like a highly addictive drug, in terms of how people are drawn to you – and then can’t let go (possibly a bad thing). You might be attracting some crazy people because they just can’t help themselves fall all over you (possibly a bad thing). The way you write, the way you think, the ‘aura’ I’m getting from you – is like an exquisite aroma. This is probably magnified in real life. Think: paradise meets alcohol in thick hot chocolate cream, beside a roaring hearth on a winter’s day. The warm, intensifying buzz, intoxicating, sensual, molten…

    Prognosis: none. Bad luck. You’re just too god damn sexy. Sorry. 😉

    • Jayde Onyx Lei
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      You know what? If it was Tuesday you’d come off as really fucking creepy. But its Thursday and you have actually managed to flatter me. Thanks!
      You’re right I do attract a shit ton of crazies, one main factor you left out however, is that I am fucking crazy as well!
      Factual.
      Who knows crazy better than Queen Craze herself? Only difference is I choose to put my crazy to good use; sexually.

      Xo,
      Jayde OxL

  2. ballsakhung
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    Lol! Well the bad news is, I’m crazy too! Well, it figures…

    The good news is the same as the bad news.

    (Thank god it’s Thursday!)

  3. larryarcher
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    I’m sure that you’ll get through your surgery okay and wish you well. Always enjoy reading your posts.I know I’m not PC here but Lez girls tend to be possessive. It’s like the old joke, “What does a lesbian bring to her first date? – Answer A U-Haul.”

    With Gay, Bi, and Lez friends it’s always interesting to see the difference. You go to a gay party and drink champagne out of crystal glasses while at the girl’s place they rip open a bag of potato chips and drink beer. But I love them all.

    One of our best friends is gay and my wife loves him. She takes him shopping because he has great fashion sense with a body like adonis, doesn’t mind carrying the bags.

    Larry

    • Jayde Onyx Lei
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      Thanks I hope I do too!
      On LGBT topic, I have met a few Lez before here and they have proven to be more ‘studs’ than clingy, needy bitches but in VN it is of female nature to act in that manner. So VN culture + sexual attraction = a shit storm waiting to happen.

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