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“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.

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you’ve already figured out

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I’m an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they’re still looking for life

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

I’m hangin’ on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I’m hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven’t forgotten my way home.

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning

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.

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I was playing basketball yesterday and the person guarding me accidentally clawed my eye.
We were both trying to get a rebound (i got the ball) and he swung his arm on the way down and scratched my right eye.

It hurt, but the pain went away after a while.

Problem is, when i was in the bathroom taking a shower, i looked in the mirror and saw that i had a thin maroon cut right along the bottom of my eyelid.

And it now looks like i have some eyeliner on one eye.

Dammit.