mons 21st

when: sunday 27 november
what: happy birthday monza.
who: the cool people

good times at the kim household when we had a birthday dinner for the one and only soysta.
good food. good laughs. good company. a few tears. and many karaoke freaks singing their hearts out.
apologies to the neighbours.
below are a few photos from the night.
didnt get to take too many but here are a few of the good ones.
including horny and mr. shuk and their ermmmm faces.
judys reaction to daniel.
super suave zac oppa.
monza and her ummm many faces.
and finally a few from horny's happy snaps from the night - gotta say our family rocks!

continued.

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human indicators and brake lights

wouldnt life be easier if people wore brake lights or indicators on the back of their heads or something.
if they were mega tall maybe they could wear it on their ass or something for short people like me.
if they had mega ugly bums they could wear it on their backs i suppose.
not that im interested in looking at anyones bums.

just a thought as i was walking to the station after work.
well the indicator and brake light thing. not the bum thing.

comments on "guess who"

while most of you were disturbed by the photos of monica, nellie and me, i think myong kinda enjoyed them.
this is what he had to say:

"the first one looks like you, squashed on a glass wall,
the second one looks like a wax museum version of monica,
and the third one looks like a girl version of horny."

im sure horny thinks he's oh-so-very sexy now.

the wonkimobile

my sexy little wonkimobile.
eeeeeeehhehehehe

guess who

if monica, nellie and i were born sisters we might look something like this:

double punch tuesday

tuesdays at gloria jeans is double punch day.
so for every drink you buy, you get TWO punches on your frequent sipper card.
YAY!
(you'd be surprised how excited some people get)
so today being double punch day:
greg - mr. regular skim extra hot no cream white chocolate mocha man - came in for his usual.

wonks: hi how are you.
greg: im alright.
wonks: (being oh-so-very-fast and having put the order through alreday) thats $4.10 thanks.
greg: (handing wonks his card and his money) ... so is it just the cards your punching then?
wonks: excuse me?
greg: ... is it just the cards your punching?
wonks: sorry?
greg: dont worry.........
wonks: h..hhuh?
greg: it was a joke. dont worry.
wonks: oh... umm... sorry??????
greg: hehe...... thats alright. dont worry.
wonks: oh. o... k... sorry??
greg: no dont worry.
wonks: ummm... o..k.. it'll be ready for you over at the next counter.
wonks quickly walks away behind the barista machine and thinks carefully about what greg said.
about 2 minutes later...
*ding* (imagine a light bulb flashing on)
wonks finally gets it and begins laughing to herself.
and then at herself.
and stops when she realises how much of a fool she has made of herself.

double punch tuesdays suck!

silk

at work:

ali: wouldnt it be nice if we didnt have soy and it just came from non-dairy cows?
wonks: hmmmmm....
(2 minutes later)
wonks: but then what would happen if the non-dairy cows had babies with the dairy cows?
ali: oooohhhh......
(2 minutes later)
ali: we'd have moy!
or silk!
YES!!! we'd have silk!

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i want to see everything there is to see.
i want learn more than i can imagine i would have ever learnt.
i want to experience everything i dream of.
i want to laugh like ive never laughed before.
i want to know all that i become curious of.
i want to do everything i say ill do.
i want to take in everything and not just pass it by.
i want to be good at the things i love.
and i want to love what i dont already love.

12 hours

12 hours to freedom.
12 hours to 4 months of nothing.
12 hours to the end of another year.
12 hours to a happier chappier wonks.

12 very long hours.

i hate technology

i hate technology.
i hate computers.
die die die!

tacos

when: a few weeks ago -saturday 22 october
what: soy kicked her parents out and called the girls over for tacos
who: soy, haein, haewon, judes, nellie, mirae, daniel and wonks

good times i say good times.
cheers to soy for kicking her parents out and having us over.
we ate.
we laughed.
we played some weird ass word meaning guessing game.
we laughed some more.
we sang a little.
and of course.........
judy danced.

[apologies for the dodge photos.
i found that people just dont stay still when they sing.
but i still kinda like these ones.
something about them.]

braindumb

i am braindumb.
not braindead.
braindumb.
i have not fed my brain anything in so long that it feels dumb.
correction:
i think my brain has just stepped over into actually being dumb.
it feels dumb.
it feels empty.
i feel the need to feed it something smart.
it no longer processes words of any meaning.
it no longer responds to ...........
it no longer finds the rights words to express what it thinks.
it just floats around in my head.
it has become goo.
ugly goo.

hyejin calls it withdrawal

no coffee till around midday leaves me with a slight headache.
nothing major.
just a very slight, very minor, very faint throb that i can do without.
but coffee after i start feeling like this leaves me sweet azza and happy chappy jan.
its not the coffee.
i know.
poor excuse maybe.
but i like to enjoy it aye?
so while hyejin calls it withdrawal
i think ill call it a sweet reminder to enjoy one of lifes niceties.
*wonki cheeses*