Dear diary,

I know it's been a while since I last addressed you. Been busy on my new endeavour: Story writing. Yes yes. You must be wondering, 'What, you? You the one who has had as rich a life experience as a bowl of low-fat tofu yoghurt? You the one who can't even name Fortune 500s' top 5? You the one who thought cantaloupe was a species of deer?'

Yes. Me. I admit there many factors against me in this. Like my lack of any writing experience whatsoever. Like the reality that I can't think beyond the next paragraph. Like the 30words/3hrs writing to manhours ratio. Like the ridiculous fact that my novel didn't have a title yet.

But did that stop Gandhi from taking his first soddy step in the Salt March? Did that stop Edison from toying with the absurd idea that his hair could act as a bulbs' filament? Did that stop Mr Gump the retard turning into the best football/ping pong player in the world? Did that stop harvard drop-out Bill daddy Gates from becoming a grotesquely rich mophead with his bug-infested ripoff softwares? No! Never! They all have one thing in common, and no, it's not that indecent organ you're thinking about. It's unwavering doggedness! The pursuit of seemingly unrealistic goals that common man would denounce as lunacy, they call it dreams! And to make it sound even more convincing, here's a completely irrelevant quote.

I look forward confidently to the day when all who work for a living will be one with no thought to their separateness as Negroes, Jews, Italians or any other distinctions. This will be the day when we bring into full realization the American dream -- a dream yet unfulfilled. A dream of equality of opportunity, of privilege and property widely distributed; a dream of a land where men will not take necessities from the many to give luxuries to the few; a dream of a land where men will not argue that the color of a man's skin determines the content of his character; a dream of a nation where all our gifts and resources are held not for ourselves alone, but as instruments of service for the rest of humanity; the dream of a country where every man will respect the dignity and worth of the human personality.
- Martin Luther King

Woah. That sounds way way cool. Irrelevant. But cool. And famous at that.

After that standard sales pitch, still, who am I kidding. I'd be lucky to even get through chapter 2. Maybe I'm just plain bored. But I really am relishing every word, every sentence, every punctuation. At least there's finally something to keep me preoccupied other than b-grade movies and mindless diseducational games.