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Intel Core i5 750 Processor: RM685

XFX 1GB DDR5 ATi Radeon HD5770: RM620

other kickass pc components: RM1,700

Buying an original copy of Windows® for the first time in 24 years: priceless.

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(actually, it was RM329)

say it together now,
“Ouch.”

“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.

watch your thoughts for they become actions;
watch your actions for they become habits;
watch your habits for they become lifestyle;
watch your lifestyle:

it becomes you.

Busy, busy week! switched to a new department.
(or something like that.)

sigh.

Been having some troubles with relationships recently. But am gonna try to fix it.
I mean.

Life’s too short to have bitter feelings, when all we should be doing is enjoying each others company in good times, and going through hard times together.

So now, whoevers fault it is doesn’t matter to me.
What matters is having good relationships with the people who are important to me.

will update properly when i can breathe again.

till then, strengthen your relationships with the important people around you.

Good relationship is one of the only FEW things that matter in life.

Imagine this.

If you were on your deathbed, seconds left in the world,
you’re not gonna ask for your degree certificate.
you’re not gonna ask the nurses to fetch your cash or your bonds, or your Italian suit.
You’re not gonna ask the doctor to let you hug your BMW car-keys, and tell him you’re the Director of So and so company.

You’re gonna wish like hell that the people you love - the people who love you - are there right beside you saying goodbye.
That they are the last thing you see in this world.

That’s how you know what matters.

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“Sing like nobody’s listening, dance like nobody’s watching.”
“Live like you were dying.”

I was starving yesterday evening.

Alone at home, with no car, I had to find dinner.

I had two choices:
1. Walk 15minutes to McDonalds
-or-
2. Order pizza. (i refuse to pay McDonalds’ delivery charges)

It was 7:45pm. After a long day of work.
Of course i ordered in.

Oh and it didn’t help that right beside my telephone there was a piece of shredded paper that used to be pizza coupons. And 129,836,129,874 pizzas were starring up at me from that glossy piece of paper.
I did realize it would be expensive to order pizza for myself, to eat alone, but my hunger was battling my rational mind.

It won.

I punched in the numbers.

Lady: Hello, thank you for calling ******* pizza.
Lady: My name is Harlina. How-can-i-help-you?

Me: Yeah, hi.
Me: I’d like to place an order please. (GIMME MAH PIZZA NOW)

Harlina: Okay, can I have your phone number please?

(wow, how many times do you hear that line from a girl?)
Me: 388***8.

Harlina: Okay, (repeats my phone number).
Harlina: Registered under a Miss Christine, right?

(that’s my sister)
Me: Yep.

Harlina: And your address is (says my address).

Me: Yep.

Harlina: Okay sir, and your name is?

Me: Justin.

Harlina: Sorry? can you spell that for me please?

Me: (sigh) J-U-S-T-I-N.

Harlina: Oh, Okay, Mr. Justin. Can I take your order now?
(I stare at paper)
Harlina:Maybe you would like to hear about our special promotions, or maybe you have a coupon and would like to use it?

Me: Okay, erm. What promotions do you hav?
(Maybe I could shave off a few bucks)

Harlina: Well, how many people are you ordering for, sir?

(shit. Saying ONE person would make me look retarded.)
Me: ermm….. two. Two people.

Harlina: Okay, perhaps you would like to try our Terminator Salvation combo which comes with one Large Pizza two cans of soft drinks and Cinnastix or Barbeque Chicken Wings combo at the special prize of 40 ringgit you save up to 13.80?

Me: Erm.. I think i’ll just take the Regular Combo. Extravaganzza, Cheesy Double Decker, with Cinnastix.

Harlina: Okay (confirms my order). That will be rm32.80

Me: (gritting teeth) YES.
(GOOD. GOD. I WANT MY PIZZA NOW)

Harlina: Okay, the time now is 7:50.
Harlina: We will end your hunger within 30 minutes, sir.

(end my hunger?)
Me: okaay. (trying not to laugh)

Harlina: If we are not there in 30 minutes, we will present you with a gift coupon.

Me: Thanks.

Harlina: Okay, thank you for making ******* your cheesy choice.

I swear she said that.
“End my hunger” and “cheesy choice”

I rolled on the floor laughing my ass off.

Maybe I should have walked to McDonalds.

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Unrelated note: RIP Michael Jackson.

I ran to work today.

Seriously.

Last week, my Head of Admin gave me a small talk, saying that he’s noticed my punch-card, and how I’ve been punching in at times varying from 9:03 (stupid slow walking people in front of me) and 9:45 (stupid snooze button).

“Try to come in earlier,” he said (nicely), “if possible.”
Goodness.
He might as well have yelled at me. Him being all nice just made me even more paranoid.

I resolved to take an earlier bus, and get there on time.
So on Monday and through Wednesday, my punch-card saw impressive times such as 8:42 and 8:46.

But, today.
Today i was running late. There was traffic, slow people, chatty bus drivers and the whole nine yards. By the time i reached the bus stop near my workplace, it was 8:56.

Run, Forest, run.

People moved aside as I dashed across roads, overtaking people, checking my watch and also looking around to make sure i didn’t get hit by a car (i’d be REALLY late then.)

I rushed up the stairs to my workplace, thrust open the glass doors and shoved my punch-card into the machine.

“jik– jik– jik–”

9:00am

muahahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaa
and the score is:

Justin: 1
Universe: 0

yes, please.

If you want to in any way at all be a succesful human being, good english is the absolute basic minimal requirement.

my two cents.

info, info, info

CHAIN LETTERS DONT WORK
CHAIN LETTERS DONT WORK
CHAIN LETTERS DONT WORK
CHAIN LETTERS DONT WORK.

They don’t.

I am LIVING PROOF.

I have NEVER once forwarded a chain letter/mail/SMS but i have NEVER experienced the following threats/rewards:

1. Been killed in a horrible painful car accident.
2. Visited by a ghost of a little girl crying tears of blood.
3. “ignored by your crush forever!!! she will marry your brother!!!”
4. “get 99999999 years of bad luck!”
5. “receive a phone call tonight at 12am from your crush, telling you she loves you!”
6. (and other similar threats of stupidity teenagers can conjure up)

gaggggg.

SO STOP SENDING CHAIN LETTERS YOU ONLY MAKE YOURSELF LOOK STUPID.

Better to be safe than sorry, you say?

SHUT UP.

Better to have a brain.
and use it.

Search engines rock.

Here’s what Google suggested:

“Did you mean Justin Cheah?” they asked.
im very flattered.
Hey now. Google never lies.

:)

So, i’ve been taking the bus to work on most days.

Now if you are a regular bus-passenger who takes the bus to and fro from work, you will start to notice that there are some familiar faces.
That auntie with the many different floral blouses. The boy with the messy untucked school uniform. The hot girl with the same pencil skirt and alternate dress shirts. The man with the greasy hair plastered across his forehead and the cheap cologne.

The hot girl with the same pencil skirt and alternate dress shirts.

:)

She’s been appearing quite often in my bus rides.
We probably take a similar route. She gets on the bus before me on the way to town, and she gets on after me on the way back from work in evenings.

Come on. bus rides are fairly boring. You need these things to keep yourself entertained.

Anyways.
It’s at that point now where we’ve noticed each other, but not enough so that anyone should do anything just yet. The occasional eye contact, the occasional double-take. (I don’t stare, it’s rude.)
Surprisingly enough, she acknowledged my existence that day with a few glances in my direction.

Do you believe in fate?
I believe in set working hours, limited bus availability, and carefully planned time of travel.
throw in careful seat selection, and who knows what may happen.

I’d wait a few more chance bus meets with her before going over and starting a conversation, though.
‘Cause.
It’s not like we’re going anywhere.

and maybe a few tips from the Kau Lui Guide will help.

:)

will keep u guys updated.
hey and if you can, post me some kickass pick-up lines that don’t creep the girl out.
you get brownie points if it’s bus-ride related.

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posted by: JustinCheah
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