Author: bimbobum

Once upon a time, a girl just finished high school and had her first job in a bookstore. She was quite shy and never mingled with boys, due to her conservative upbringing. One day, her colleague introduced her to a guy, and all she did was say, “Hi” and walked away.
She didn’t think there was anything about it until a few months later, her colleague asked her if she knew that the guy was interested in her. She refused to believe. Her colleague said, “Look outside at the football field. Haven’t you noticed the guy waiting for you under the tree all the time?”
[Sounds like a stalker to me!]
Gradually, she paid attention and indeed, she noticed that the guy would always be there every evening!
A few weeks later, the guy started going into the bookstore just to catch a glimpse of her. She never noticed until her colleague pointed it out to her. He’d buy a pen every other day, just to have her serve him so he could say, “Hi.”
She never thought anything about it until one day, he caught her after work and confessed his feelings for her. He said he loved her, and would like to have a relationship with her.
She told him not to say such a thing. If you really loved me, she said, I’m sure you’d get a better job and improve yourself. Which he did, anyway.
He asked her out, but she refused. But he never gave up that eventually, taking pity on him, she agreed. But she said to keep it short, as she didn’t want her father to get the wrong idea. (She told me that those days, it wasn’t polite for boys to go out with girls without introducing themselves to the girls’ father. Well, in her case, anyway.)
Somehow her father saw her that night, but never said a thing to her.
To be continued… ;D

Masjid Jamek is the craziest area in town ever. Arriving either by Putra LRT or Star LRT, one would be greeted by car fumes and avoid being pushed around by the crowd.

Every Friday at about 430pm, vendors come out and lay their wares on the ground. I wanted to take a picture of what she was selling, but I must have zoomed my camera onto her face instead. Cheap goods like Doraemon things, scarves, stuffed toys, etc can be seen. Food is sold as well.

I can’t stand the place. Horribly polluted that I could feel my pimples surfacing while I wait for the lights to turn red so I can cross the road.
Masjid Jamek is KL’s oldest mosque. Yup yup.

[note: FB stories will continue another time. ;D]
They say that you’ll never forget your first love, he or she will forever be imprinted in your memories. I have no trouble accepting that for a fact that one usually would remember his or her first in everything: first job, first relationship, etc.
However, I am rather perturbed to find myself waking up in the morning and realising that I just dreamt about my ex-boyfriend. It makes me feel really guilty, I tell you. Here I am, blissfully ‘attached’ and dreaming such lovely dreams about my boyfriend, but only to realise, “Hang on. That’s not my boyfriend hugging me. It’s ex-boyfriend #1.”
o.O
TWICE it happened.
For the life of me, I don’t know what’s that supposed to mean!
Just last week I confided my friend and he rubbed his chin (like frank_omatic loves to do) and together we pondered.
“Do you think I need closure, maybe?” I asked.
“I don’t even consciously think about him!” I remarked.
I hope it’s not considered CHEATING to unintentionally dream about an ex-boyfriend.
Any dream readers out there?

A f*ck buddy.
No strings attached.
Purely sex.
Just sex – it’s a booty call and a call just for a shag.

A guideline for f*ck buddies:
– Do not make love to her
– Do not buy her things, especially if she asks you to
– Do not accept any instances of her calling you her “boyfriend”, either in front of you or behind your back; shut that shit down before it starts
– Do not only booty call he when you’re drunk / as a last resort (she can tell)
– Do not socialize with her in a non-sexual way
– Do not intro her to your friends or show interest in an intro to hers
– Do not sex her more than twice a week
– Do give her extremely good sex
o.O
The last rule itself just shatters me. I wonder if I am *good*. ;D
So unfair! Found these guidelines and it makes it sound that women are the clingy one! I’m sure us women can be good f*ck buddies, too, with no strings attached!

I have a friend who preys on me like I’m desperate for a good f*ck, or a shag, like they say in Austin Power movies.
Recent telephone conversation went like this:
him: Hi, how are you, darling?
me: Hi. I’m ok. And I’m not your darling.
him: Aiyo, you don’t have to be so serious, my dear…
me: So, what’s up?
him: Nothing, just see how you’re doing for the night.
me: I’m OK, just a bit bored.
him: Would you like me to come over later?
me: For what?
him: To keep you company… I still owe you a hug, remember? It will be a short visit, I won’t stay long… unless you want me to.
me: Ah?
him: You know, I think you need a f*ck buddy. You’re so rigid, so tense…..
me: *speechless*
him: You don’t have to be so conservative. F*ck buddies are a norm. No strings attached, just having fun. You’ll be very relaxed after that. Seriously!
And he continued…….
“My friends and I, as f*ck buddies, we don’t f*ck and tell, that’s the rule. Nobody tells anyone about it, that’s the golden rule. So if you get involved, you must never tell……”
“And so far, no one has complained about my skills. I’m good…..”
Question:
Did I allow him to visit me that night?

When I was younger, I was always jealous of other girls who were much more popular than I was. I had my own group of friends, but I would always be secretly ashamed that they were too geeky or not good enough for me. I never consciously thought about them that way, I think. I wasn’t nasty to them or what, but I would always make way for the more popular friends should they ask me out, and ignored my other friends.
Shame on me?
I recall when I was 11, I was invited to a friend’s birthday party held at KFC. It was a big thing then. What I didn’t know was that she considered me her best friend. What she didn’t know was that I wasn’t interested in the party at all, and didn’t want to go.
She called my house twice, trying to convince me to come to her party, but I was adamant that I didn’t want to. I pretended that I wasn’t feeling well, and didn’t want to spoil her birthday party.
I’m sure I must have hurt her feelings, because she was quiet on the phone. I felt bad, but I didn’t back down.
Unknown to me, she proved to be a very loyal friend. When I was abandoned by the popular friends and had no one to hang out with, she would be there for me.
If I were her, I should have laughed at me for being such a bitch at such a tender age, right?

[taken from a website – i forgot where.]
They say that our surroundings will subconsciously affect our choices of friends, be it the right or wrong choice. It’s like being a model, and surely you’d ignore the ones who are less popular than you are and befriend the more famous ones? Occasionally you’d pity them and grace them with your presence, but face it, you will never be fair to all of them equally.
Then there are some people who’d give you this advice, “Feeling ugly? Relax. Hang out with the uglier ones and you’ll feel better about yourself and be popular!”
Admit it, you’ve been practising that rule to feel good ’bout yourself! ;P

When I first started working in an office situated in the Golden Triangle (meaning, KL city), it used to pain me to go out for lunch everyday with my colleagues. We all know that it’s not easy to find cheap and good food in the city, unless you’re willing to pay more.

KLCC’s 2nd floor food court.
Check out the crowd. It’s crazy. Imagine having to fork out an average of RM10-RM15 a day for lunch. Sometimes it’s cheaper to buy 1 or 2 bread buns from a bakery, provided if there’s one around your area (or you bring it from home) or you go without lunch, or you bring food from home.
There was a time when I refused to go out for lunch with my colleagues, for the sake of saving a bit of money. But then I’d end up not being privy to any office gossip or updates for a while, unless one of them would update me later, and it got a bit boring to be sitting in the office playing Solitaire while everyone was out.
Seriously, a friend and I contemplated before of doing a catering service for office employees. Though I’m not sure how much cheaper it is!

Glass Noodle Salad for RM5.50.
My lunch the other day was disappointing and dissatisfying. Is that what you call a salad?? But then again, it was my fault, I overslept and didn’t have time to make my lunch, either a sandwich or a salad.
Anyone willing to buy me lunch one day? ;D

…. is not an easy feat.
Most of my friends would avoid like a plague, saying that it’s too difficult to work on it, whereas a few friends would consider it if it is only temporary. Say, a few months.
The hardest thing about being in one is the trust you’d have in your partner, and allowing him or her to have the freedom of being themselves, especially if they enjoy socialising.
And both of you know that you want the relationship to work, therefore the both of you are putting in your efforts in making it work.
One of the most common feature or advice given to maintain this sort of relationship is communication. But we all know it’s easier said than done. If your partner is not into emailing, blogging or writing letters, then it’s down to the pricey options to communicate: text messages and phone calls. Skype and MSN makes it cheaper, but it really depends whether your partner can sit still in front of the computer just for a while!
I know friends who have their partners overseas and because calling Malaysia is reasonably cheap from Australia or the United Kingdom, they make the calls frequently, even up to 3 times a day! I used to think it would be suffocating, but if it works for the couple, who am I to judge.
The saddest thing about this relationship is that sometimes you are not physically there to go through the trials and tribulations of your partner, the ups and downs. But if you tell yourself that it’s for a little while more, and in the future, you will be by his or her side, then patience will pay off.
Of course, there are some who cannot take the lack of physical contact. The need to be constantly hugged and kissed is important for some, that eventually, they’d give up on the long distance relationship and find someone closer to home. It sucks, no doubt about it.
I once had boyfriends who spent a good portion of their salary or monthly allowance to call me overseas and I’d be touched. Except that I eventually had no more feelings for one of them, and the other found a girlfriend closer to home. ;D
It’s hard work, indeed, maintaining a long distance relationship. It’s definitely not for everyone!