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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.

so do you and you know it.

The generous master chef Jolene says she misses cooking for us, and since Philip was still in town, she invited a bunch of us over for a treat.

A home-cooked, stuff your face dinner.

The menu:

1. Shepherd’s Pie

2. Fish Pie

3. Cheesy Fish Pie

4. Tomato Brochette

5. Salad with Italian dressing, topped with meta cheese

6. Coke

The three different pies. all crusty potato goodness on the outside, and warm, savory goodness on the inside.

The Tomato Brochette, placed on toasted French loaf slices.
(then hand-fed to broken arm boy)

The blessed

The aftermath.

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posted by: JustinCheah
time: 12:07pm                                  ___

yellow, peeople.
it’s madness. i finally finally finally finished my degree BsC(Hons) Computing.

raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

that’s right, people -
I’m officially a geek.
certified geek.

the past three years has been quite hectic, to say the bloody least.
The assignment rushing, notes copying, terror-inducing labour, all of which were mostly achieved by coffee-fuelled all-nighters.

I won’t deny that some part of it would be missed.

I’ll freely admit a huge part of it won’t.

gahh– farewell lecturers, college mates, deans, cafeteria drinks uncle, and ..old cleaner lady.
oh wait.
doesn’t this mean i fall under the ‘unemployed’ category now?

rats.
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oh yearh. itwas my birthday that day.
my 21st, too.

cake says, “Happy Birthday Justin 21 Chean™” Chean is a typical misspell of my name and um.. Philip (who wrote the squiggly words) seems to like to remind me about the misstype on my basketball jersey many years ago.

Jolene baked the cake for me.
check this out: it’s a Mars Bars Cheesecake. She melted Mars Bars and mixed into the mix (or whatever - i’m not a baker) and added the cheese cake stuf and like,

baked it.
heavenly i tell you.
thanks, Jolene.

and so with that,

I’m now officially an adult geek.
i can vote to decide who gets to run the nation, and um…..legally get into zouk.
i can legally do anything, in fact.

freeedommmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
wait.
on the downside, i now qualify for actual prison if i break the law, right?

pah screw this.

i’m um…going to go.. facebook.

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