nemo has bulging eyes

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICK!!

there's this young couple that comes for waffles quite often when i work on Tuesdays. they're an unlikely couple - the guy's a pretty big, awkward looking asian; the girl's a petite caucasian, cute as anything. but as peculiar a match as they seem, they've been together for quite a while, and it's always nice to see them together.

anyway, this couple always orders a large waffle to share, and last night the guy came to order as usual. only, the girl wasn't with him. she was standing alone at the rail, waiting for him. only, he didn't go back to her after he'd ordered. he stood in front of the store waiting.

call us busybodies, but we found this really weird. and we thought they had a fight. Mich felt bad cause she thought the girl was upset that the waffle was taking so long to get there. and when the guy finally got his waffle, he went to sit near the girl, who was still standing.

he offered her some waffle, she declined. she said something to him, with her arms crossed over her chest, he ignored. then she put her jacket on, and walked away.

we were all strangely heartbroken.

the guy calmly finished his waffle, then stood up, returned the plate, and walked out in the opposite direction.

quite a while later, the girl comes back alone, looks around the food court, then walks up to us.

"could i just quickly get a bottle of water?"

i think that was the moment we were all truly shattered.


we tend to form attachments to certain customers; we see them all the time, we remember their orders, we know just how they like their coffee, we know where they'll sit.
it's weird when something changes; like the time one of our customers died, or when a bunch of them left perth.
i guess we all like regularity in our lives.
too bad shit happens.

a chicken on the monitor

i'm not blogging because i don't like this keyboard.
yes, this is stupid, i know. but i just don't like it.

a friend and i were talking about going to tafe.
me: mm.. i'm going to tafe next year.
him: YEAH, i SO believe you. that doesn't work on me.
me: why not? i wanna become a plumber.
him: haha. yeah, plumber my toilet.

*pause*

him: but if you go to the tafe, i will smack you. hard.

how lovely.

then...
me: why? what's wrong with tafe?
him: sounds like tape. GAY.

SUPREME reasoning.
from the same guy who came up with the fantastic TEE strategy.

more boring than being kung-fued by a monkey

jase told me to try this.
the Death Predictor.

this is mine...

kim: At age 26 you will go down in a small raft, in your friend's pool, and subsequently drown.

this is very disturbing.
1) according to this, i have ten years left.
2) i am going to be in a small raft in a pool.
3) i can't actually swim -_-

18th

happy birthday ANDREW LEONG.

you're legal XD.

sakura stares at me on her little stand

apologies
to jess, for being so grumpy when i went back to open your locker for you.
to nigara, for getting all flustered and impatient when explaining physics.
to mo, for laughing at you every time you climb the stairs.
i'm like a cranky 90 year old woman.


i was talking to a friend just now about bowling...
kim: i used to have to use the lightest ball.
him: heavier balls have greater impact, tho.
kim: yeah, but i'm just not a strong person.
him: hmm.. you can use the rollers designed for challenged people. *pause* not saying that you are challenged of course.
kim: *laughs*
him: you found that funny? there's an inclined plane that guides the ball down the lane.

i think... i think he actually thinks i'm retarded.


i found out this morning that luciano pavarotti had pancreatic cancer.
this afternoon, i found out he died.

death seems to enjoy visiting, and life finds it hard to keep itself around.

the speakers keep making funny noises

it feels so nice knowing that people care about you. even if they don't say it outright. or say it in abstract ways. or say something bordering on insulting, but you know what they mean.
thank you for being lovely, all of you. you know who you are (maybe).
and thank You.

i'm over being the emo-ness now. or the emo-less, rather.


you know, it took me a while to grasp the concept of the TER being a ranking, not an average. and everyone i know who hasn't worked out what it is, and has asked me, has had trouble understanding that it's a ranking. i was starting to think that maybe it had to do with the way i was explaining it.

until tonight.

i was talking to a friend of mine whose english isn't even very good. and he asked me what the TER actually is. i told him. and he got it immediately. not only that, he managed to put it into context...

kim: it's a ranking. so if you get 60%, you did better than 40% of the state. if you get 99.95%, you're in the top 0.05% of the state.
dk: ooooh.
kim: so basically it's a test to see how many people you can beat.
dk: oooh. so... if i'm lucky... everybody do so shit... i get good TER.
kim: *i'm laughing now* EXACTLY!!
dk: so.. i shouldn't study. should distract others from studying.

now THAT, is what i call a working mind. that's laziness at it's best, channeled into innovation and BRILLIANT strategy. 10/10.

i feel nothing

no motivation to do anything.
don't FEEL like doing anything.
it's not laziness. i can take laziness.
i don't even feel like msn-ing.

and it's a terrible feeling.

my hands are cold and i feel like sleeping

firstly, happy birthday to...

kuok 28th August
amy 29th August
ken 31 August

best wishes for the year ahead, and God bless you.


my chemistry teacher hates me, have i mentioned that before? he LOVES picking on me, i swear. i'm not paranoid or anything, my classmates think so too.
we were going through our chemistry paper the other day, so that he could explain all our mistakes to us. then this happened.

sir: kimberley, can you tell us why the answer can't be D?
me: *quickly swallows the chocolate* oh, i put D.
sir: *smiles happily* i know.

-______________________-

the dude freaking remembers ALL my mistakes. and you should've seen the look on his face when he said that. he was smiling so happily, it was insane. and when he was explaining the diagram we had to draw, he said "some people drew it like this *draws diagram on the board*".
i looked at my paper, then at the diagram on the board, and it was exactly the same.
he even remembers my lousy diagram and used it as the example of what NOT to do.
and he was having SO MUCH FUN it actually got pretty funny. i was so amused i kinda forgot to be horrified. i kept having this mental image of the old guy going "HAH!! IN YOUR FACE!!!"

but he's a brilliant teacher, gotta give him credit for that. if i bother to pay attention, i don't have to study the book anymore. he's that good. problem is, i have the attention span of a retarded goldfish and very distracting lab partners.

he once told us about the guy who discovered the benzene ring. apparently this guy's theory about the alternating single and double carbon bonds was laughed off by all the other scientists, and the guy ended up having a nervous breakdown. we were all laughing about it, then my teacher said "he must have been one of those Sensitive New Age Guys."
there was this moment of shocked silence as we all wondered "how does he even KNOW about the sensitive new age guy thing?"


mo's been out of school for a couple of days. he's tried to blog, but nothing very productive came out of it. the little idiot fell and busted his knee, so he's been a bum and missed out on school.
he showed up for a bit during last period on thursday to "pick up some homework". i talked to him outside my classroom for a while before going in. about 15 seconds later, i look out the door, and he's still hobbling past on his crutches XD.
i laughed.

raw noses

i was so so happy that i didn't get sick this winter. so so happy.
and in the last week of the season, God decides to play a cruel joke and give me a cold.
a large part of my bodily fluids are currently leaking out through my nose.


and the latest in fast food chains: KFE, Kentucky Fried Elephant.

i was enlightened today.
sorry, can't be bothered correcting all the spelling.

wooP! bball =D!! says:
cute, hot and preety is 3 diffent things ok
wooP! bball =D!! says:
like wayy differnt thing
wooP! bball =D!! says:
girls can be put into those 3 catagories
wooP! bball =D!! says:
hahahahah
wooP! bball =D!! says:
and dey all equally good
wooP! bball =D!! says:
a 10/10 preety is same as 10/10 cute

can anyone verify this? XD


special shoutout to jessie for turning 15 today.you're definitely the cutest aunt anyone could ask for.


mm.. aussie idol is on now. time for me to go pass judgement on people i don't know.