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2.30 am....i wander in awe in the knick knack store i find still open at this ungodly hour quelling my desire to make a purchase of some trinket i would obviously loose interest in by the time the sun rises...the sign on the door says buy 2 free one(i'm a goner when stores do this)..as i fondle the stacks of hooped earrings finally deciding to split the cost of 3 pairs of hoops with a male fren b4 we head down the long corridor in search of an all niter cybercafe ....the extremist starcraft period is finally over, bored outta our wits enough to try something fresh on a new side of town...

2.45 am.... in the prerequired atmostfere of a typical cybercafe..choke up in cigarate smoke and the gaudy tadika decor in bad taste, we stare at the line of screens with blank expression...rows of expert players emptying rounds of lead into their oppenent's guts, the game takes on a wildly intimidating pace and i wonder if we're ever gonna work up the nerve to just join in the mad massacre.....

10 minutes into the game and i'm still shootting my own men....much to the exasperation of the advance players....i wonder if this was a good time to expliot the 'but i'm just a girl,so cut me some slack' bulshit...when 'boom!!! rite between the eyes, i didn't even know i was taken out....the minutes after the the inital blurr period are better...in this time i had alreadi figured out that measly default pistol u carry round is only good for lighting the gas stove.... with an over abundance in cash ..i trade in the crummy stove light2000 and try my luck with the big guns.....this is when fickle minded terrorist like me can't decide wheter to go all ballistic and charge the enemy with the biggest motherfucking lead-pumping machinegun this side of subang jaya or hide in some corner and snipe some unsuspecting bugger....i killed 7 in total..and i won't even mention the number of games we had to play in order for me to achieve that collective kill score....

On the way back...we see a guy getting the crap beaten outta him on the sidewalk... all we can say for 2 minutes after that, is 'Oh shit!, Oh fuck!' in unison, b4 the delusions of granduer start to set in about how we woulda taken the assualters out if we in some unexplained scenario procured a sub machine gun or sniper riffle.... jokes aside...one mofo might be lying dead in some ditch while if we had a chance of feeling guilty about not lifting a finger..or our heads even...we sure as bloody hell didn't feel it.....techincally, its another day now.....in paradise


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