Author: bimbobum

in light of the ‘hottest female blogger’ syndrome. [link]
is it popularity?
the endless traffic and plugging the blog receives?
if yes, i don’t think we have a problem with that, do we?
but what builds popularity?
a blog loaded with pictures and pictures of oneself? that seems to be the lastest trend with girl bloggers. if it’s a guy doing it, everyone would make King Kong lookalike faces upon coming across the fella’s blog because it’s just too ghastly to see a fella cam-whoring every second of the day. (sorry, i’m referring to my own reaction when i came across some guys who had the full 50 photos on their friendster profile. just headshots, you know, with different smiles and stuff.)
images of cutesy poses, the pouts, the ‘identities‘, the hanging out with other popular (famous) bloggers… that’s not the only path to fame, right? i can almost gag, just imagining those icky sweet ‘act cute’ poses which guys so looooooove. ;P
or is it by writing controversial stuff, like the famous one in singapore who is equally loved and hated at the same time? that’s one way of catching people’s attention.
at the end of the day, bloggers should never forget the main reason they chose to blog publicly in the first place. do they actually remember to be sincere, or they end up being puppets of the faithful blog readers?
hotties… they’re everywhere just because you can see their faces and the places they go and the things they do. the fancy photography. but what i’m trying to say here is, at the end of the day, most blogs we read are to entertain us and not to be worshipped. oh, and to be ogled, too (guys!).
who’s my choice of a ‘hot blogger’? clapbangkiss because i’m not her and i wish i looked like her. ;P hehe. i can stand the occasional pouty pics of her, i admit. and louyau for the hot guy. ;P
the blogs for a laugh when it’s a silly post (not those serious stuff, please)? kennysia and lengmou?, occasionally. oh, and i forgot, rojaks. ;P
name yours.
p.s. pretend i did insert a pouty ‘act cute’ picture of me somewhere in this post. if not, i’ll just use galferari‘s in future. hehe. or frank_omatic‘s.

what is the correct phrase, i can’t bloody remember. “pity sympathy sex” doesn’t sound all that right.
some people do it for the wrong reasons, but the only reason i can think of is – low self-esteem. the need to feel good about themselves, just by falling victim to a smooth talker, who somehow is there at the right time.
an old acquaintance out of the blue asked me if i’d consider sleeping with him. he said because he thinks (or thought?) i’m hot stuff. AHAHAHAHAHAHHA…. when i heard the proposal, i was wondering if i was actually that desperate to be ‘banged’ and ‘thank you, mam’-ed. *laughs maniacally* what actually came across my mind was that, he thought i was an easy prey – single and living alone. so the obvious choice would be to do it my place. hmmph.
but when it’s right after a break up, sleeping with that new ex can be rubbing salt to the wound, when the dumpee has not recovered from the heartache. and shit, it gives the dumper a reason to gloat over it. the power over the weak one……. how horrible. too emotional at that time, perhaps.
would you do it? pity sympathy sex, i mean.
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ok, i am soooooo terribly sorry i haven’t been anywhere interesting lately, so i have no photo posts. and to avoid being accused of having a million and one ex-boyfriends, i shall try to avoid telling you stories of exes. ;P
anyway, to continue with the horrible Mr. Wong, what did my friend do with the information obtained from the beautician? she went back to the office the next working day and plotted her revenge. i call it revenge because he had been a bastard to try and turn her own secretary against her, when she’s been working longer in the company compared to him.
she decided to suggest to her boss to go to that parlour and request the beautician to give him (and his wife) a massage. and perhaps they’ll have the same conversation or something and taadaa, he’ll find out and realise what a jerk he has been.
but before she could put her plan to action, the boss found out the truth about Mr. Wong being gay. yes, there is nothing wrong with being gay, but let’s not forget that Mr. Wong bullshit a lot about having a girlfriend to everyone. the boss found out from his own friend.
damn small world la, even the boss eventually found out through his own friend!

a friend once told me stories of a horrible colleague, who apple polished the bosses by buying them lunches, tried to win the staff over by bad-mouthing other staff (turning everyone against everyone, saying that so and so didn’t really like them). basically, this colleague had a horrible attitude and no one really liked him. everyone was wary and cautious around him. sometimes he reported to the bosses that so and so was late in arriving at the office in the mornings or after lunch, or any silly thing, just to get on the bosses’ good side.
he would disappear from the office occasionally, and when the staff were asked by the bosses where had he gone, apparently he went on leave. but he never had his leave approved by the bosses. he went to england, philippines, hong kong, etc. and it was always with his girlfriend, that was what he told the staff. but no one has met his girlfriend before, nor have they seen her picture. he gushed on and on about her,“she’s so this and this ….. that and that ….. we’re going to here and there….”
one day, a friend of mine went for a facial at a new place which offered massages as well as facials. whilst treating her, the beautician made small talk and asked her what was her occupation. and which company was she working for. she answered the beautician. the beautician remarked that the company name sounded familiar. the beautician asked my friend if she knew a “Mr. Wong”.
“oh, that’s my boss.” my friend replied.
then the beautician told her that Mr Wong frequented their shop for massages, together with his partner. my friend asked, “oh, Mr. Wong and his wife come over for massages?”
“no, no… not wife! his BOYFRIEND.” the beautician corrected her. and she went on to describe Mr. Wong, that how he always demanded the best service for his “boyfriend”, and was protective over him. the beautician informed my friend of Mr. Wong’s full name …….. and it dawned to her that it was the horrible colleague in her company.
the beautician told my friend that Mr. Wong had recently been travelling to Hong Kong, and usually before their holiday trips, they’d come in for a massage together. they were regulars.
so he lied. not girlfriend la.
moral(s) of the story:
1. don’t reveal too much to your beautician, masseur, manicurist, hairdresser, etc… because some are really chatty, they’d probably tell other customers your stories. it’s ok, be arrogant (lansi) and secretive instead. ;P
2. the world is small! SMALLER if you’re a mean person. all secrets will be out! ;P
“there is just one moon and one golden sun … and a smile means friendship to everyone …….
it’s a small world after alllllllllllllll …. it’s a small, small worllllllllllllld………” sorry, i just felt like singing. nice song. ;P

happy mothers’ day! (14th may)
happy birthday fankerina! (12th may)
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i was reading this article about a man who confessed to being a ‘mummy’s boy’. he was proud to be able to make and spend time with his mum, doing shopping and quality time together. i don’t see anything wrong with that.
but most of my girl friends and i fear dating a mummy’s boy. because some have a severe dependence on their mums. seriously.
imagine going on a first date with mummy’s boy, where he makes conversation and every sentence begins with, “oh, i agree, my mum says ….. “ – which will eventually be a bit tiresome. or you know how you do things a certain way, but the boyfriend’s always comparing you and his mum,“now why did you do it like that? my mum does it the other way…. (demonstrates)”. die la, i tell you.
sometimes mummy’s boy keeps making comparison with you and his mum, deliberately trying to piss you off. sometimes he’s plain ignorant of your feelings, because he has always had his mum as his mentor and he just has to have things done the usual way, i.e. his mum’s way.
to be praised for having things successfully done like his mum’s is also a bit intimidating. “wow, this is excellent! just like how my mum makes it!” alamak.
sounds like a lose-lose situation, right?
but let me tell you one thing, cooking is a sensitive issue for some. and for me. ;P i had a boyfriend who made atrocious disgusting faces when i fried kuey teow once. he practically flung his plate away from him, like i was about to poison him, saying it was horrible, because it was not as good as his mum’s, while my siblings were not complaining. *pulls hair out* everyone has different taste buds, but he kept insulting my cooking whenever i cooked (there were times i wanted to cry, i thought i was showing TLC), until i couldn’t take it anymore, and told him we’re going over to his house to eat his mum’s cooking – i refuse to play wife and cook for him ever!
my siblings and friends never complained about my cooking, only the bf did. sigh. what would have been the solution to the problem in the relationship, besides me quit cooking? ;P
but not all mummy’s boys are that bad. i think.

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(a p.s. to chuoming: no, i do not have a lot of boyfriends… ;P)

i was in KLCC today – i walked into one of the shops. a guy who was standing in my path, walked quickly to the glass display on my right. usually i do not pay attention to passer-bys, minding my own business (unless the passer-by happens to be an ah lian with bad dressing sense, i must look!) but so happened i glanced at the guy.
and i quickly walked away, far from the guy. i bit my lip, and hoped he didn’t see me as i stood before the displayed goods. as shock registered, i turned to see where the guy had gone.
and i stared at his back, just for a while, before i quickly left the shop.
oh the coincidence. i could kill myself…
just as i brought up the ghost of my ex in the last post, i happen to catch a glimpse of him again. after 4 years. can you believe it?
funny how people move on, yet how the people from the past can still affect you in a certain way.
i could also kill myself, because i wasn’t looking my best, lacked make up and all… so basically, i was looking like a hag. no way i could have gone up to him and say hi. no way did i want to notice every single detail of him and be this affected.
arrrrggghhh.
crap. i have to admit, he did look good. ;P
unlike the other ex (the one with the new gf who befriended me).
i’m so affected, man.
the memories of the relationship are coming back all over again.
sigh.
i am over him.
i am over him.
just that, he’s the yardstick i compare new boyfriends to.
being affected, doesn’t mean i’m not over him.
right?
4 years.
yup, the pain of the break up comes crashing back again.
time to go boozing.
come and join me.

(you know who won CLEO’s Most Eligible Bachelor 2006, right?)
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a break-up is often one of the hardest for some people to deal with, because of the years spent together, the effort and energy put into building and sustaining the relationship. some people patch it up after a while, realising that the person is “the one”, whereas some people remain in their depression due to the break-up, or some people move on.
you know how a girl is usually bawling her eyes out when there’s a break-up, wailing that her heart has been broken into pieces and she’ll never be able to survive singlehood without him, there’s no one good enough compared to him, etc..
they say girls deal with the pain differently, unlike the guys. there is a need to be heard, wearing their broken hearts on their sleeves, wanting to be comforted by their friends. there are some, of course, who keep it inside, not bothering the world with their sorrows.
how about the guys? it is usually the latter, i think. the world goes on as usual, they shrug away that closed chapter of their lives. it’s back to being a full-fledged bachelor with the boozing and the cruising. others may choose to sleep around, in desperate need for another girl to fill in the empty space the previous girlfriend left behind.
ok, i shouldn’t generalise. but i stand corrected, perhaps there are some girls who deal with heartache that same way, too. ;P
whatever it is, everyone should move on. but the question is, how soon?
when someone gets into a fresh new relationship within weeks of a break-up with the last partner, mouths start whispering, “oh my goodness, obviously that is the cause of the break up!” or “that bastard!” or “that bitch!” and you know how it goes la.
one of the reasons why outsiders may make such comments is because, the dumper must have said to the dumpee things like, “you know there’s no one else like you… you’re too good for me. maybe we can work things out in the future. who knows, maybe you are truly the one for me.” to appease the dumpee’s pain.
and the dumpee, still in shock from the break-up, may accept those words and feel a bit better.
until dumpee finds out that the dumper has found a new partner. within 2 weeks.
oh, the further shock. the pain. the betrayal. the reality. what the hell?
be it 2 weeks or 2 months, when is it the right time to jump into a new relationship? surely it’s subjective, depending on the coincidence of meeting someone appropriately better than the last. ;P does the dumper have to hide it from the dumpee? must dumper get dumpee’s permission to start a new relationship?
i do notice that dumpees from long relationships actually jump into a new relationship very quickly, and the next thing i know, 6 months later, they’re announcing their engagement or wedding. imagine the surprise. why the rush?
but anyway, back to the topic. is it too soon to be starting a new relationship within weeks or months of breaking up? can we differentiate between casual dating and flings from relationships, i.e. perhaps telling the dumpee that “the new ‘fling’ isn’t a relationship, dear…. i’m just trying to move on… i’m not ready for a relationship right after us…”, etc..
years ago, i had a really nosy friend . the first time she asked me if i was waiting to get back together with an ex. i told her, no, of course not, don’t be ridiculous. but you know the sucker in me at that time was thinking, “hmm… i’m not telling you, just in case i jinx my wish!”
the next few times she asked me, a few months later, i told her no, “please stop asking me that!”
i had gotten over him and having mutual friends can be so difficult, i tell you. anyway, i got so fed up, i asked her why did she keep asking me that.
her answer, “because you’re still single. so you must be waiting for him!”
just because i didn’t have a new boyfriend until much later, actually meant i was waiting for the ex? what logic is that? ;P