Once again, Jeremy went on a holiday. He drove all the way up to Desaru with FrIgGiN GOOD lunch inbetween and there he spent 2 days and 1 night sleeping by the beach trying his best to admire the malaysian version of bikini babes. sadly there were non good enough for him to set his eyes on. On the first evening, Jeremy and two other cousins crusied around in a buggy on the golf course just watching the MEN hit balls into the many holes available. Then they went for dinner at some ulu town 6789436528375km away from where we were staying and he drove all the way there and back after dinner. Jeremy heaves a sigh for the distance MEN travel for good beehoon, 2 differently prepared crayfishs, sotongs, gruper fish, lettuce which weren't enough to fill them. So then came second round. Back at the hotel, Jeremy had his first draft of Carlseberg which made him all HIGH and "GYGygUFTfgfTYFtydYguygfiUFtyF"ish and then he passed out on the bed.
Jeremy thought he'd be hung over in the morning but ironically, his mom was. So Jeremy wore his shoe, his dry-fit t-shirt and hot nike shorts and headed down to the beach. He attempted to perform warm ups before going on a 3.00000000000km run (which was later reduced to a jog) along the beach. He plugged in his left earpiece then his right and started off to the tune of hoobastank-the reason. Jeremy felt the adrenaline inside him as he ran along the area where the water mearly washes the sand and at the same time giving side looks to those who were strolling along the beach. Jeremy was on the lookout for certain kinds of people. OH YES HE WAS and YES HE DID (scrawny fella for a bf now isn't he...damn). The haze was usual but he didn't really care. All he wanted to do was to leave footprints in the sand so the waves may just wash it away making the sand all so smooth again. Damn it felt good after that, he thought.
Jeremy thinks lunch was rubbish btw. I could tell from his face when he stared at himself in the mirror. The same thing they've served probably since he was given birth to, or so he thinks. After that was a bow and arrow session and a drive with my cousin the the jetty where he remembers fishing with his daddy from 12am to 5am the last last time he came to desaru. He saw the high tide and figured what a waste it was not fishing. The next part of his story as rather interesting. After driving back to the resort, desperately tried ringin the bell for his mom to open the door, but to no avail. INSTEAD, he heard funny sounds coming from from within the NEIGHBOURS door. Though their television that was tuned louder than usual, he wasn't satisfied with a TV excuse and listened closely again, this time more intently. He was convinced after that that he heard moanings that stood out from a PCK-last-season-commercial and a MUST-SEE-TUESDAY ad. This time he seakily considered various possible activities that could be happening once he attempts to break open their door. He was later convinced that his neighbour is having lots of recreational bonding activities and left them to it. Besides, Jeremy had to find his mummy if he wanted to go back to his room.
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