Though I shouldn’t admit this, both of us of this generation have certain feelings towards specific crimes.  Our group isn’t heartless and we try to be an impartial as possible.  We send warnings to those who make it onto our possible hit list.  If it’s ignored, then we eliminate them, and only them.  A little known secret about us: we are allowed to kill the target and no one else.
Where do I place in this realm that blurs the line the closer you near insanity?  Look towards to the next few parts and figure it out for yourself.

(to be continued...)

Please note that this is for the previous day entry. Sorry that I could not be online to enter this entry. *bows

 Check! Everything is in my bag! Umbrella, Wallet, Bus card, mobile phone and lastly, keys. Rummage through the pile of laundry laid on my house sofa. Found one of the brown dog-pawed ankle socks and a black version of it. Hmm... Which should I search for next? Black or brown? Just then, a brown sock on the top of the pile caught my eye sight. It was the other one of the ankle sock I was holding on. I threw the black one back in the laundry and worn the pair of brown socks.

 Now, time to choose my sneakers. Should I wear the white north star with golden strips at the side, or the blur coloured jeans material with a radio at the side? Thinking of style and design, the blue one wins. But when it comes to the sole of the sneakers, white wins. Thinking of safety first, I worn the white one. After tying a butterfly knot to end the preparation. I took my keys and locked the gate. I then went to the bus stop opposite of my block over an overhead bridge.

 Just when my shoes touched the ground from the steps, my bus 969 arrived. I ran to the bus stop immediately and boarded it. After the next stop, a lady sat beside me and when we reached the stop across the Mass Rapid Transport (MRT) station. Another lady sat behind me and the two ladies started to chat loudly. They were friends I supposed by the chat in between. Since I was still sick, I could not stand the over strong perfume, which smelt like a rotten egg being throwed into a bunch of rose. I started to cough non-stop. I wanted to at that moment wished to kill her, but since I couldn't. I squeezed myself into the corner thinking that it is like a boundary, which prevents the smell from entering... Which obviously didn't help at all!!
 
After a torture of around 20 minutes or so, I reached Chong Pang, I went to the market to meet with my parents.
(wait for the part 2 probably tomorrow? It's quite late now, so sorry could only typed till here!)

I was watching 6.30pm Chinese news on channel 8. I saw this news that three person used fake identity just to escape the entry levy. Is this the power of gambling that even the citizens would rather break the law just to go to the casino to gamble? Is that why the government are posing all sorts of video to tell others not to gamble over that "line" that you should have set. I always have this question in my mind, why does others have to gamble? What is the excitement behind that devil? Do they even earn any money? When they win, they just get back what they have lost at the previous, but when they lose, who will suffer? 
Why do people gamble when they themselves know clearly that the ending is miserable. Gambling is probably like a drug to them already. If they don't take it, they feel like dying, when they take it, they feel like as if they have went to heaven.

Here's the link to 3 nabbed for trying to enter RWS casino using fake identity

‎(Before Marriage)-
Boy: I have been waiting for this day.
Girl: Do u want me to leave??
Boy: NO!!!!
Girl: Do u love me?
Boy: Of Course
Girl: Will u ever cheat on me??
Boy: Never in my life
Girl: Will u ever kiss me?
Boy: Every chance i get
Girl: Will u hit me??
Boy: Are u crazy???!!!Of course not!
Girl: Can i trust u??
Boy: Yes..?!
Girl: Sweet Heart..!
-After Marriage-
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We make look like normal students.  Yet that couldn’t be further from the truth.  Trained to be pro assassins from before we could even speak, our codenames send shivers down the spines of those who know of us.  Our predecessors set the bar high with all their accomplishments and sometimes, this is enough to keep the underworld from committing too atrocious crimes that reach our ears.  
No society is perfect nor safe and even though those who have never even heard of us can become our targets.  If fact, those types constitute a large portion of people under our watch.  It all just depends on the one who gives us our assignments.  We can refuse a job if we feel that individual hasn’t done acts horrible enough to merit our attention.  

(to be continue...)