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Public holiday, so the best friend decided to organize a day trip to Desaru.

For the unacquainted, Desaru is a place with some beaches, located in Johor of Malaysia.

Golden Resort, Desaru - where we were.

Takeoff
We first met up for breakfast at the one and only Reuben’s mamak; (equivalent to our Central Perk, McLarens; our Cheers.)
After roti and tehtarik and whatnot, guys got to sit in Phil’s MPV and the girls rode in the Waja.

Who
Oh. The guys were Phil (driver), Ahyi, YeeLong, Cliff, Henry, and myself.
The girls were Christine (driver), Tianshi, Joy, KangMei, and Fionna.
The missing ones were Jordan (in Malacca, for SMM Dota tournament) and Philip (at home, afraid to drown).

We did not drown.

I got quite badly burnt though. And the sea stole TianShi’s sunglasses.

What
Sandcastles (and sand turtles, sand people, sand faces, sand guitarman), beach olympics, hurling wishing stones, bumping waves, beach dai di, beer in a flask, ukulele, and lying in the sand. (and burying YeeLong and making him a mermaid).
Taylor Swift and Black Eyed Peas (and Green Day) playing over and over again on the radio.

Had to write that all down so I can remember when I re-read this in years to come. I want to remember.
Dunno who has the photos.

All in all, an awesome getaway from reality. Escape, with a bunch of close friends.

Next time, will bring sunblock. Getting badly burned isn’t fun.
Hope Phuket in December will be just as good.

Hmm…Should have more trips.

“I always thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks.”
-anonymous

I’m not sure about things anymore.

Phil told me that JB is the graveyard of dreams, and I immediately disagreed.
But I see where he’s coming from.
I don’t like his point, but he has one.

I don’t want to stay in JB, but I don’t want to leave it.
Indecisive? or flexible.
Thin line, thin line.

I don’t hate my job; I don’t love it.
At least it pays.
Not well, but I don’t spend alot.

The banking account is filling up, like a leaking tap dripping into a pail.

I’m gonna take things in stride. See how it goes.
Maybe January will inject some new ambition into the cheahbrain.

Until then, let’s drag out the rest of 09.

Random statements.

Am at work now.

Going to Phuket in December. Have yet to apply for leave, which is dangerous.

Heading over to get a leave form after i publish this entry.

Am planning to get a DSLR, but I duno anything about them. An entry level one, I guess.

I’m freezing.

After years, I still can’t get enough of The Weepies. And Dashboard.

Friends are back from Perth for the holidays.

Happy Birthday Kevin.

Played basketball 3 days in a row. At night.

Want to watch 2012, A Christmas Carol, and whatever is coming out during the Christmas season.

You are bored.

I now spare you and your time.

You may leave.

1. COD: Modern Warfare 2 (released)
2. Starcraft 2 (releasing end of this year)
3. Diablo 3 (to be released 2011?)
4. God of War 3 (need to buy a PS3 for this)
5. Left4Dead 2

I, Justin and born of Cheah, Johor Bahru, Malaysia, declare that this is my last will and testament.

Article I
Preliminary declarations
I revoke all prior wills and codicils.
I am married to no one. I have no children (as far as I know)

Article II
To Christine, my beloved sister, I leave my handphone. Yours is run-down and sad and mine has nice photos of me in it you can look at. I also leave you my lightsaber but you cannot have my Clone Trooper helmet because it won’t fit.

To Tang Tian Shi, the friend of all friends, I leave all the wealth in my banking account. Depending on when I die, it may range from 1,000,000 to -500,000. If it is a negative amount, you are hereby indebted to help me pay it off. Or I will, I will, haunt you, (clap), haunt you. (clap)

To Philip Wong (or whatever name he now goes by, to escape from his ex-girlfriends), I leave my height. And my English.
Now everything will be easier.

To Jordan Boo, I leave my weight. I also leave him all the signboards we stole in the middle of the night.

To Cliff Low, I leave all my books. Read and grow.
I also leave him all and any of my clothes that can fit him, My WOW account and passwords, and all my hats and/or walking-sticks.

To Fionna Ann Anthony, I leave my wine, beer, liquor, and all alcohol except my nail polish remover and Listerine.

To Joy Tang, I leave my acoustic guitars. Make good use of them and try not to damage their bodies or rust the strings with sweat. I also leave her my microphone and youtube favourited videos.

To Heng Xuan Yi, I leave all my sports-related items. Do not lose the basketball.

To Lee Yee Long, I leave my condoms. (unused)

To Liaw Soon Khit, I leave my latest PC. Please erase everything from the hard disks and sell the parts. However, if the PC is better than yours, you can use it as your own. And ha ha your PC lost to a dead man.

To Roger Teo, I leave my SA @cash. I hope you can buy a 30-day weapon.

To Nigel Boo, I leave my SuperBrie. Because I know you will never install the Mousehunt Toolbar.

To Kevin Quah, I leave my electric guitars. You will probably have many acoustic ones by then.

To Grace Ong, I leave my latest iPod and all the music inside of it.

To Ho Kang Mei, I leave all my 50 cent coins. She will know what to do with it.
I also leave her my internet line and a modem.

To Phil Yee, I leave pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew. And a pair of scissors to /wrist and join me.

To Jillian Tan, I leave all my CDs and Music collection. I also leave her all my artwork. And any concert tickets I had on me when I died.

To  Shaheelan a/l Kanye West, I leave all my shoes. Most of them will be too small but I know he likes to collect shoes. (Sha, not Kanye)

To Ong Tze Zhuan, I leave my guitar effects pedals.

To Jackson Chow, I leave my amplifiers.

To Liew Shan Bin, I leave my right eye.

To Miley Cyrus, Minnie Driver, Paris Hilton, and David Archuletta, I leave a tight slap. And a bullet through their throats.

Signed,
Justin Cheah

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Nononononononooooooooo

nooooooooooo

nonononononovember.

november.

roar roar.

roar roar roar.

there is no such thing as time.