Month: January 2007

1. What do you do during your free time?
Clear off spam in www.xes.cx and delete spam from my gmail account.
And do some exercises, to keep fit. ;D
p.s. @&$^)(*#@$@_$# stop spamming, you idiots!
2. What do you do everyday?
Work, eat, blog. I also carry my digicam around with me every single day.
3. What the f*ck for??
When I agreed to guestblog with www.xes.cx, the main condition for my ‘contract’ was to make sure my posts had pictures.
p.s. I blame xes for my constant backache – not easy, ok, to walk around with a camera in my handbag everyday like a sad f*ck. Occasionally I have friends asking me, “Why the f*ck do you have a camera in your bag??”
“To take pictures of the food and company I have daily. New trend for many bloggers, you know. Nowadays people LOVE reading blogs about bloggers and their daily routine,” I always answer with a straight face.
p.p.s. I am being sarcastic, you do know that, don’t you?
4. When is your birthday?
What, you mean, you don’t know???
xes also clearly stipulated that “bimbobum does not have a birthday!”
Sniff. It is very sad. You have noticed that my 1 year of guestblogging has gone by without a hint of celebration for my birthday, whenever it may be.
5. What frustrates you?
The inability to reveal my secret identity and blog freely!
6. Then reveal yourself!
I can’t. What if I’m not hot enough for you? Then you’ll stop reading my posts …… Sobs.
p.s. My friends may stop being friends with me for fear of their relationship being scrutinised and blogged about, by me. ;D
I’d be shunned, that’s for sure!
7. But you mention that you are with friends in some of your posts?
Ahh, you see, those who know my identity have been sworn to secrecy for life. In the event that they reveal who bimbobum really is, their little fingers and toes will be cut off, their dogs and cats and cows killed, and like ah longs (loan sharks), their houses and properties will be sprayed with red paint, calling them, “YOU TRAITOR!! YOU SHALL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH!!”
And then ….. damn, I can’t remember the rest of the details in the oath xes and I wrote for them.
p.s. Serious. Ask xes.

8. How old are you?
I thought I am 18 years old?
I graduated. I am old enough to work and pay my income tax. You do the maths. ;D
9. What are your fears?
Being found out. Having someone come up to me one day (while I’m taking a picture of something pathetic) and ask, “Are you bimbobum?”
It is so bad that I actually look around me before I snap a picture!

10. What fun have you had as bimbobum?
Being around some of xes‘ friends and readers without them knowning who I am. ;D
I have also seen eraine and Siew Lee (both guestbloggers here) and Lee Shih (xes‘ friend and www.xes.cx reader) around before. ;D
p.s. When I informed xes, he asked me, “Why didn’t you introduce yourself?? ekekekeke.” -_-
Believe it or not?

You see it everywhere. Both banners and adverts for Chinese New Year AND VALENTINE’S DAY celebrations are in your face.
Bugger.
Isn’t it a bit early? Who buys Valentine’s Day presents now? I bet some of you HAVE bought them already.
I flipped open the Astro Guide to have this jump into my face.

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL!!
I HATE POCAHONTAS. That’s the only Disney cartoon I’ve boycotted since it first came out – because I don’t think she’s pretty.
(I know you were going to say that I am racist, just because she’s not fair!)

Continue reading 25 days away!

During my summer break one day, a British friend gave me a letter and told me to read it when I was on the plane back to Malaysia. He told me that besides a letter, he had written a story he would like me to be the first to read.
I read the story first, which didn’t make sense, and then the letter, which went something like this:

Dear bimbobum,
Thank you so much for coming to my birthday party the other day. I was very pleased that you came, and was especially pleased you sat beside me. Thank you for the box of chocolates! I am keeping it hidden in my drawer away from my wife.
You looked pretty that day. I liked your blouse. Your blouse was nice, but it didn’t obscure the shape of your breasts …

I can’t remember the rest of the letter.
As a young (and innocent) university student then, I was shocked by his bluntness. I was horrified!
My mum was not pleased when I repeated the details of the letter to her, neither was my aunt.
“Hmmph! What a dirty old man,” my aunt commented. “Better stay away from hamsup (perverted) old men.”
His letter scared me and I couldn’t help being affected by it, that I stopped being friends with him. He emailed to ask why I was avoiding him, and I told him. Why I found him scary, is because I started to wonder whether he preyed on Chinese girls as a hobby. I wasn’t the only Chinese girl he befriended – there were other girls from mainland China, Taiwan, etc who he’d go all out of the way to help them out.
I mean, what the hell, man, what if he had been checking out my breasts all the while we met up for coffee and while working on a project together??
At that time, he was 56 years old, so yes, my aunt labelled him a dirty old man.

Last week I ate at a fast food restaurant. I paid for my food and occupied a booth. Halfway through my meal, it occurred to me that the cashier had short changed me.
Before I ordered my food, I had asked if she would have change for RM100, knowing sometimes cashiers would have to go through some trouble for change for the big notes. She said yes. So I ordered, and gave her RM103.20 for my meal of RM13.20.
Halfway through my meal, I realised (and checked my purse) that she had given me RM86.80. She had assumed I had given her only RM100.00. I checked my receipt, and to my dismay, she had keyed in RM100.00 as cash paid for my meal!
RM3.20 may not be a lot to you, but I’d say it’s still money.
Luckily, the assistant manager accepted my explanation when I approached him, pointing out the cashier to him. He apologised and gave me back the exact change. I smiled gratefully.
As he returned my money, the cashier asked him what was happening. He explained that she had short changed me.
I repeated the facts to her, explaining what had gone wrong, but she stared at me blankly, oblivious to her mistake.
I was frustrated and annoyed with the shit-face look she gave me. She just glanced at me for a while, and then looked away, as if I was invisible. Don’t you just hate it when some people deliberately don’t want to listen and learn from their mistakes?
Is this an example of the “tidak apa” (don’t care or don’t give a shit) attitude?
If I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning, I would have told her off.
I just walked away, muttering, “ignorant bitch” under my breath as it would have been a waste of effort making her understand that we have to learn from our mistakes in order to be a better person.

“Mari Kita Amalkan Sifat Suka Membaca!” – now that’s positive!
(translated as, “Let us Practice the Love of Reading as a Habit” ….. I THINK!)

I accompanied a nerd friend to the sale today. The amount of cars parked by the roadside was incredible, you’d think it was a weekday and not the weekend.

There. If you happened to get lost in Section 13, PJ, look out for the banner and you know you’re at the right place. It’s on the 2nd floor of Dataran Hamodal, right beside Colgate-Palmolive.

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