CLOSED

I've gone on a break and i still can't find what' i've been missing to write in this diary anymore. I've actually got a rough idea why i can no longer write anymore, it's not that i'm missing out on something. But something's holding me down making me moody on and off, and i don't think i'll be able to get out of it that soon. I don't wanna make this diary extra moody and causing people who read it turn sour, SEE ! I'm so thoughtful =) So i am no longer gonna write in here anymore. Goodbye pesky-pussy. I can't bear to just close down this diary therefore i'm gonna just leave it here so in the far future so i can read back at what i've wrote. So my friends reading this, please do not visit my diary anymore, it's closed, not for the day, but forever.

I'm quite sure, for a really long way more to go, there'll be this feeling deep down like a little golf ball that brands itself saying i feel for you. I know that pictures and some memories will have to help me through some day. Continuation from "Trip to white castle part 1"

The boy moves on with his journey just to find that many knights are on their way to the white castle too. The boy feels inferior, someone throw him an armour please. With little food, clothing and cold weather, it seems like the boy will never make it, much less win those knights. He has almost forgotten what he started fighting for, he tells himself that he can't hold out forever, it's time to throw away his sword forever and bring his dream back home. But having travelled so far, he takes out the magic photo and look at it once again, thus reigniting the fire in him, never forgetting that his life has been such a whirlwind since he met the princess in the magic photo, so he does his best to go on. Time and time again the boy fights off monsters and armies of knights, turning this journey to be a bloody battle field with constant and sharp pain. He feels like calling in the Airforce to exterminate all threats but this story is set in the early roman years, B.C 999 so it's kinda impossible to get such powerful help. Therefore the boy is on his own, fighting with his rusting sword and bare hands, with the journey looking bleak. The journey continues...


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Disclaimer : Characters in story are of no relevance to any living person
In case of coincidence, author is filled with utmost regret along with
gratitude for being understanding
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Okay, i know i said i would go on a break, but not when i'm feeling wierd and need a place to splatter out everything. Why does no one holds god responsible for bad things that happen? We are taught not to blame him for whatever bad things that comes our way but take it as a test, somewhat like we need evil for the ability to recognise good. Okay, so i take it as a test. Evil is living in every single person in the world, so god is almighty yet he created something he couldn't fight, evil. People will then say he created evil purposely in order for us to see good, so if he did create evil purposely, can i now at least blame him for a little bit for the bad that happened to me? Say for example, i create a robot to benifit the world. It is given the ability to evolve and learn, when balls fly towards little kids in playgrounds, it kicks them away, in battlefields it punches the grenades back to the enemy. Soon the whole world starts using this robot, however, it starts developing a liking for kicking cute puppies. It seeks newborn puppies, especially the super cuddly and cute ones, and kicks them as far as he can. And thus a puppy extinction. Now, would i, the creator be held AT LEAST responsible for my robots misdeed although i never programmed it this way? Surely the people will start blaming the robot and the creator of it for the extinction, and my name goes down into history for the first ever puppy extinction. So god created evil, anyway you can think of, satan (angel which god created who turned evil) or whatever you want and is never held responisble for his creation deeds. How is it fair to me, i've never had a feeling anything like this before. It's like losing your favourite teddy bear when you were 3 years old, but i'm 18 now and my tears don't flow as easy back when i was 3, it's choking me.

GONE ON BREAK

I think i'm gonna take a break from this diary, perhaps a few days. I can't seem to be able to write out anything and have been forcing some entries just to fill in the days, so i feel it wouldn't be as intersting to read anymore. Well, i don't know why you people would wanna read about my wierd and lifeless life in the first place, where all i do is rant. I guess it's all in the mood, i haven't really been in the mood for almost the entire week, it just feels so different. Something's lacking, i need to use this few days to find what's lacking and get it back. Off i go in search for what's missing.

Jacky's in my room doing his work now, he had a fight with hoey so i had to seperate them. Jacky suddenly asked me about jeremy's project which i'm acting in. He told me mum ask him to be the lead actor in the show, i was rather curious why mum said something like that. So i went to ask mum, and infront of jacky she said "Aiya, this jacky always acting one, morning act to be sick, don't wanna go school, ask him do homework act stomache, ask him play only then nothing wrong. This boy here can act so well, don't let him be the lead actor in your friend's show very wasted." I just realised i have a whole family of male actors, when i need dad to drive me out, sometimes he goes "argh, got headache, can't drive, ask your mother". When i ask my wenxian for a favour, from using the computer, he can switch to doing some homework and claims he's busy. The only male in my family who can't act is hoey, because he doesn't act gay, he IS gay.

Met up with berwin and xianghan for dinner and was waiting to cross the road at the traffic light, i almost rolled down onto the road upon hearing something stupid from xianghan. He gets to know girls through friendster, so i said "Use another way to know girls lahh, don't use friendster, right anot?" Berwin went yalor. The next sentence was what almost sent me rolling to the road. Xianghan : "Then how? Facebook ar?" You should see how berwin and my eyes rolled, berwin stood at the side looking astonished, shooked his head saying "Ya, myspace also can". What we meant was to make friends through friends and not over the internet, but xianghan read it as use another program other than friendster. Xianghan ar xianghan..you die better off lahh.

I got a dick rubbing agaisnt my ass today. The bad thing? It does not belong to my friend, but to a fucking stranger behind me. The mrt to city hall was so packed that i could feel his dick on my ass, he did not stop at rubbing his dick on me, he pushed me vigourously like i was a money tree with the sign "push more, more money". He pushed me so that he could get out, stupid thing is? I AM trying to get out too. There was this ah pek infront of me, so i thought an ah pek trying to get out of the train now would be equivalent to sending him to punggol park and make him run one round at full speed, resulting in death. So i delibrately stopped and made way for him to get out. Sadly, the dick rubber behind me kept pushing me real hard WHEN i'm trying to be nice to the ah pek full of white hair ! To prevent all the pushing and dick rubbing, the mrt people should do something about the conjested train rides instead of spending all their time on "bombs in the train" thus lacking in the service sector. So i paid $1.95 to ride in a train where i got my ass rubbed with some stranger's bird and got pushed. So much for LTA's motto "value for your money". Yeah, it'ld be really a value to my money IF only i were gay and needed that dick rubbing on my ass badly, defitnetly $1.95 would be value for my money, defitnetly.