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I’m chatting in irc and dota-ing at the same time when suddenly, someone pm-ed me. Here’s the conversation

smion| : hi
frostier : hi..
smion|: mind to chat?
frostier : anything i can be of help?
frostier : sure chat
smion| : u budy?
frostier : budy?
smion| : i mean buzy?
frostier : not really
frostier : havent play any game atm
smion| : then mind to intro?
smion| : i’m 21m
smion| : staying maluri area
smion| : game?
frostier : uh hu.. i;m 23 m
frostier : dota
smion| : ohh haha
smion| : nice game huh
smion| : hey know any girls to chat?
smion| : or one nite stand
frostier : swt
frostier : sort of good game
frostier : girls?
smion| : yeah
frostier : geez, i’m looking one myself
smion| : haha
frostier : sewt
frostier : swt*

I should like saying “Nice to meet u, Mr Desperado. Good Night.”

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When i was small, i was eager to be a scout. I remembered there’s one time where we need to gather at Merdeka Square (Dataran Merdeka) for an occassion. I can’t remember what’s it all about. I was late and it was Sunday. My mum brought me to Stadium Merdeka because I can’t differentiate between Merdeka Square and Stadium Merdeka. After rushing from home to the wrong destination, she then send me to Dataran Merdeka. This is one of the sweet things she done for me and everytime I replay the memory, i become quite emotional.

If i were to proclaim myself as a number 2 procrastinator, i believe no one’s dare to claim to be the first in procrastinating. Last evening, she asked me to grab the garbage and dispose it to the garbage store below. Here’s the conversation.

Mum : go throw the garbage now.
Me : Later lar, can wait right the garbage.
Mum : Isk, ask u do things, u procrastinate. (“She’s sad”)
Me : *silence

This morning, she ignored me. My heart hurts. I’m sorry mum if i hurt u last night. It just that when we are in good terms, she can joke around. I remembered she told my housemate that the more time we spend together, we shall had disputes and arguements over even a small little matter.

I don’t know why. I’m worried about her. She has no one to talk to after my dad passed away few years ago. She has no shoulder to cry on and no one to listen to her sorrow. She’s trying to be tough. I don’t think I even understand her completely. I feel such an infillial son. What the fuck… I’m going to make things up later this evening.

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Ivan until 4.20 in the morning. He couldn’t get into slumber because his table fan already reached its end life. I was at CC when he called me up and decided to drop by for a drink.

Our topic were literally bitching how the company or employer mistreated us. From stingy and thrift boss to annoying and idiotic clients. Complain about being underpaid and so on, it really does kill the time. Right now, i’m trying to struggle to keep my eyes wide open.

Shit, care fucking no more. Gonna going to chat in mIRC. Anyone? Meet at DalNet #malaysiabloggers

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