Well shit. That’ll teach me to go out looking like a slob again.

So i called the Chinese place that’s right around the corner to order some General Tso’s Chicken (extra spicy) and oooh! a voice i’ve never heard before picks up the phone. She spoke really good English too unlike most of the chinkies that’ve taken my orders on the phone before. Anyhow, i placed my order yadda yadda yadda and she told me that it’d be ready for pick up in 10 – 15 minutes.

It usually takes me about 5 minutes or less to walk there (it literally is like right around the corner) so i figured i could use like 5 minutes to fix my hair and maybe shave my mexican stubble. But i guess i must’ve said fuck it. So i just ran some water over my bedhead and half assedly combed it over.

Actually combed over would be a misnomer since i don’t really have long hair anymore. I got a haircut a coupla weeks ago and for the very first time, it came out pretty decent. I sort of have a John Cho spiky thing going on. Which was actually unintentional because i just gave the barber like, random instructions with no idea how the hell my hair would turn out in the end.

I find the John Cho thing funny because there’s this Chinese guy that i always see on the bus on campus. I don’t know him but in my head, whenever i see him, i’m always like “oh there’s that John Cho lookin’ motherfucker”. And now i’m a John Cho lookin’ motherfucker too. My hair’s starting to grow out though. I need to get a trim in a coupla weeks. I think i’ll be keeping this John Cho look.

Anyhow, so i pretty much did fuck all to keep my bedhead under control, didn’t bother to shave my 12 year old Mexican mustache stubble and just went on my way to pick up my food. Got there, caught a glimpse from the window outside of the chick that took my order sitting behind the counter and thought, “ooh. new girl”. Walked in and lo and behold, it was her.

See, i had her in my Documentary in Film/Television class last semester. She was like the second hottest chick in the class. The first hottest being Angela, who sat next to me everyday in class (you know, from that short movie we made last summer).

Coincidently, that second hottest chick in class; she sat right behind me. So whenever i wasn’t ogling at Angela (while she wasn’t looking of course), i was ogling the second hottest chick in class (while she wasn’t looking of course).

She caught my eye because she really reminded me of this chick that i once went out on a date with. Susan. So much so that they could probably pass off as sisters. Long time readers may remember me posting about it way back when. Susan looks like Angelina Jolie. And so does she (aka her).

So yeah, i was like “oh shiat. it’s her“.

Told her i had an order for a pick up and she said that they were still preparing it. Took out my debit card (because i’m a broke ass nigga wit no cash) and paid for my food. All the while trying to hide my freakin’ face from her so that she wouldn’t be able to look at my disheveled ass.

“Hey, you were in Lipkin’s class last semester weren’t you?”

Oh shit. Here we go. Time to force myself to converse.

“Yeeeeah. You sat behind me”

Fuck. Now i have to make eye contact and stuff while talking to her. While looking like someone who just crawled out of bed, unshaven for days (which was actually the case really).

Now i’m never one to make constant eye contact while talking to people. It’s fucking uncomfortable to me. So i tended to look away or look down or focus on some other thing . And only looking into her eyes for like a coupla seconds here and there. I just can’t really deal with people looking directly at me. And me looking like shit at that moment didn’t make things any better.

Plus this was that second hot chick from that class that was talking to me.

So much for a good first impression.

Anyhow, despite pretty much everything going wrong for me at the moment, i kept on talking to her. My food wasn’t ready yet so we had a pretty decent length conversation. Talked about grades, class, graduation, what my ethnicity was (i’m like the Vin Diesel of Asians. plus, she asked), where we were from, etc. Turns out she’s from K.K (capital city in Sabah, Malaysia). Which is pretty much right across the border from where i’m from. So that was a surprise. Actually i always knew she was Malaysian but it usually surprises me even more if people are from K.K or Sarawak because those Malaysian states are right across the border from Brunei. As opposed to the Malaysian states on the peninsula across the sea. You have no idea what i’m talking about do you. You all suck at world Geography.

So it turns out she’d just graduated last December and was just McJobbing over at that Chinese place for now. At least till she can get a proper job.

Anyhow, we talked about all that shit, experiences back when we were in Sunway, mutual friends etc etc. She had to pick up a coupla calls in between, during which i quickly tried fixing my fucking bedhead (probably unsuccessfully) while she wasn’t looking. I had this brilliant thought about asking what her name was because i’d been dying to know ever since i first saw her in class last semester. But she was still on the phone taking down an order. So i figured i’d ask once she was done.


My food was ready and some other guy brought it up to the counter while she was still on the phone. I considered sticking around just a little longer, at least until she got off the phone, just so i could ask her what her name was, but that would’ve been weird. I would’ve had to stand there like an asshole for God knows how long depending on when she would be done with the call just to be able to ask her her name.

So i opted to just pick up my food, wave goodbye and kick myself in the ass on the walk back home. Telling myself to never go out looking like an unshaven mexican who just woke up.

But hey, at least now i know she works there. I haven’t been ordering food much from that Chinese place these past two months. Because it’s fucking expensive and i’m broke. But now i’ll have to go back there. At least whenever she’s working counter. BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW HER NAME. Plus she was pretty cool to talk to.

Not gonna ask her out or anything because we all know hot girls are never single plus even if i was successful in asking her out and dating her or whatever, i won’t be around anymore after April 28th. So yeah, me wanting to know her name is just purely for curiosity’s sake.

By the way i just got my fucking Gran Turismo 4 in the mail today from Outpost.com and wouldn’t you know it, the fucking disc is defective. “Reading disc…” my fucking ass. It won’t read. So now i have to fucking return it. Not only that, my fucking Logitech Driving Force Pro Steering Wheel is backordered so not only did they ship me a fucking defective disc, but my fucking steering wheel isn’t coming until who the fuck knows when. What a fucking waste of $150. Faggots.

I actually tried cancelling the whole order but just as i’d sent the cancellation request, they send me a fucking shipping confirmation right after. So i had to cancel my cancel request and bite the $150 bullet. So now i need to sell off my Nintendo DS on eBay to recoup that fucking $150 impulse buy so that i won’t be -$150 in the red.

I’m going to go masturbate to Susan Sarandon now.

28 thoughts on “A LESSON LEARNED

  1. I think it might be impossible to masturbate to Susan Sarandon.

    I might be wrong…

    #1 | Comment by embus — March 4, 2005 @ 3:16 pm

  2. you are wrong.

    because i’ve done it NUUUUUUMMMMMERRROUSSSSSSS times.

    #2 | Comment by Justin — March 4, 2005 @ 3:41 pm

  3. I almost thought you were talking about the VCD store girl, when I realized that wasn’t in America…woulda been kinda weird since we were reminiscing on her oh so soon ago…

    #3 | Comment by radish01001 — March 4, 2005 @ 4:12 pm

  4. update:

    looks like i dont have to return my ‘defective’ gt4 disc. i fixed it.

    i put the disc in boiling water.

    and now it loads up fine ^_^

    i rule.

    #4 | Comment by Justin — March 4, 2005 @ 4:43 pm

  5. boiling water? o_0
    shit… maybe i should try that before dumping all my defective DVDs into the bin

    #5 | Comment by zecchino — March 4, 2005 @ 5:40 pm

  6. just dip the disc in boiling water for a second or two a coupla times. dont leave it in for too long though, you dont want the disc to warp or anything. this trick usually works if you ever get like a disc read error or whatever with a ps2 or xbox game. might work for movies too i suppose.

    #6 | Comment by Justin — March 4, 2005 @ 5:51 pm

  7. Uncomfortable eye contact…use sunglasses. They might hate that though. Uncomfortable silince/waiting around…pretend to check your voicemail on your cell phone. How the fuck did you not find her name out if you sat right behind her for a whole quarter/semester?

    #7 | Comment by Titleist — March 4, 2005 @ 7:17 pm

  8. 1. i dont wear/have sunglasses
    2. i dont have a cell phone
    3. i just never turned around to talk to her. ^_^

    the only person i talked to in that class was angela. she’s purdy.

    mmm three semesters in a row sitting next to angela (including this one). winnar is me.

    #8 | Comment by Justin — March 4, 2005 @ 7:46 pm

  9. Spread the love you greedy bastard. I guess you can always go to the bathroom during the uncomfortable silence/waiting around thing. That would have been an opportune time to fix your bead head.

    #9 | Comment by Titleist — March 4, 2005 @ 7:51 pm

  10. there is no bathroom. it’s tiny restaurant. actually i dont even think it qualifies as a restaurant. you walk into there place and there’s like two tables for dining in, the ordering counter and a door that leads to the kitchen/behind the counter. it’s more of a pick up/delivery kinda place. so there really wasn’t anywhere that i could’ve gone to fix my shit privately. i lose.

    i’ll going to start calling there and hanging up (if somebody else other than her answers the phone). but if she does pick up, i’ll order something as an excuse to go there and talk to her some more. heahehahehaa.

    #10 | Comment by Justin — March 4, 2005 @ 8:01 pm

  11. Make sure they don’t have caller ID first you dumb asian!

    I know someone hotter than Angela!

    #11 | Comment by Bligityblah — March 4, 2005 @ 9:55 pm

  12. You can dial *67 before the number to prevent your # from showing up on caller ID. (just in case you stalkers wanted to know)

    #12 | Comment by Titleist — March 4, 2005 @ 11:13 pm

  13. Don’t the cd’s become pliable when you do that? I had a friend that mad a Bowling Ball form old cd’s. He would boil them, mold them into shapes, and glue them together. It didn’t roll well though.

    #13 | Comment by RegisteredPedophile — March 5, 2005 @ 4:19 am

  14. Next time, you should pick up your food in a pair of pajamas with feeties on them.

    I have no idea why … but trust me, you should.

    I’m hungry. I’m going to go find food for eating.

    #14 | Comment by JustSumDude — March 5, 2005 @ 4:27 am

  15. i actually got the idea to try the disc boiling thing from an xbox related problem. sometimes, the demo discs you get with OXM wont load up. and apparently the quick fix solution to that (instead of sending it out for a replacement) is to boil the disc.

    figured it might work with the gt4 problem too.


    #15 | Comment by Justin — March 5, 2005 @ 6:21 am

  16. You are selling your Nintendo DS? When you post it send me the link, or post it.

    #16 | Comment by RegisteredPedophile — March 5, 2005 @ 7:07 am

  17. i might have to. if i do, i’m gonna bundle it with 4 games.

    nintendo ds (comes with pictochat built in and a metroid prime hunters demo)
    super mario 64 ds
    feel the magic
    mario & luigi: superstar saga (gba game, not ds)

    you know what, i totally didn’t get around to masturbating to susan sarandon yesterday. played gt4 and got myself a sore thumb instead. I WANT MY FUCKING STEERING WHEEL. actually i’ll probably be getting my steering wheel soonish. apparently it was shipped yesterday but i only got the confirmation email today. stupid.

    #17 | Comment by Justin — March 5, 2005 @ 7:16 am

  18. How much are you gonna start the bidding at? Ant I was planning on buying one anyway, so post the link and I will bid.

    #18 | Comment by RegisteredPedophile — March 5, 2005 @ 7:27 am

  19. Ans why were you masterbating to susan surandon? especially when there is girls like around!

    #19 | Comment by RegisteredPedophile — March 5, 2005 @ 7:30 am

  20. this is where name tags come in handy

    #20 | Comment by zecchino — March 5, 2005 @ 9:23 am

  21. When you want to edit a post, but have not the ability?

    #21 | Comment by RegisteredPedophile — March 5, 2005 @ 10:06 am

  22. doubt you can edit any of your own post
    unless you’re justin himself

    #22 | Comment by zecchino — March 5, 2005 @ 7:46 pm

  23. I wish I was Asian like Justin. That way, if I had a John Cho haircut I wouldn’t look like a complete retard.

    #23 | Comment by Jonstafa — March 5, 2005 @ 11:21 pm

  24. you should’ve definitely stuck around, or pretended that you changed your mind and dined in. it didn’t matter if it was too obvious cause its always good to let the girl know you’re interested (in a subtle way).

    i know a lot of hot single girls and the funny thing is that no one asks them out cause everyone assumes that they’re either taken or will turn the guy down.

    #24 | Comment by sarah — March 6, 2005 @ 5:48 am

  25. that’s because they’re always taken or will end up turning the guy down.

    #25 | Comment by DMB — March 6, 2005 @ 10:53 am

  26. sarah wins.

    #26 | Comment by lizzi — March 6, 2005 @ 10:17 pm

  27. that’s because they’re always taken or will end up turning the guy down.

    Posted by DMB – Sunday, March 6, 2005 @ 10:53 am
    truer words were never spoken

    lizzi is here? WE ALL WIN ^_^

    #27 | Comment by vhw — March 7, 2005 @ 11:16 am

  28. Susan Sarandon = old, ugly liberal bitch

    #28 | Comment by AngelBaby — March 8, 2005 @ 12:02 pm

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