I am Thompson Boy

God Twas a unlovely pre-holiday Wednesday and with my nose blocked and throat hurting, my lovely lady friend Florence just asked me to join him for some biblical study classes. Of course I politelty rejected it. Where I stand in terms of religion is no mystery. I was and still am a born again Christian. I used to attend FGA though but that was ages ago. Horror to the horror I even taught Sunday School classes during my better days. Not to say I am far worst now but anyway....back to religion. I guess the reason that I fall out from church was the fact that I felt that I can't be gay (all those sinfully fun cocksucking session) and go hop to church every Sunday like nothing has changed. I mean alot of people will argue how the bible was misintepreted and homosexual is not a sin and bla bla bla. Personally, I think I am not smart enough to argue about all these teories so I will stand by what the bible says. Homosexual = Sin. Cocksucking = Sin. Lust for Men = Sin. Get a hardon lookin

As I am writing this, disgusting stuff are flowing freely from my nostrils as side effect from my sore throat (not from cock sucking, you perverts!). I fear the end if near for me. I am talking about fever. Everytime I get sore throat, just as predictable as my life it will be followed by flu and then stupid fever. And everytime I have fever (I blame it on delirium) I will desperately wished I have a boyfriend. It doesn't make sense at all, I mean I should at least wished for a doctor boyfriend or something, what good will a stupid man do if you are sick. They can't do anything and hell no, sex aint good when you are sick. So why on earth do I desperately want a boyfriend? I was flipping through the newspaper yesterday as part of my job (yes, honey I work in a glamourous building with glamourous lobby and glamorous reception area and part of this glamourous lifestyle includes cutting newspaper and getting my hands dirty) and was really appalled to read about many nasty things h

Just a quick one, my dearest lady friend Florence actually dedicated a poem to me!!! I am really touched. He even used Van Gogh's Sunflower which is so totally like my one of my fav painting. Here's a self portrait by the master himself. And today my dearest sister Cookie sent 1 dozen of curry puffs to my office (unlike the other FAT SISTER). With friends like these, who needs anything else?

My lovely lady friend, Florence wrote a line or two today on her lovely lady blog. Lemme try...its crap but what isn't? It was very nice to have found you It was very nice to talk to you It was very nice meeting you It would have been nice to get to know you better It's always nice to find someone like you because they don't come too often It's nice if I knew what was wrong Why you don't call on me any more It's nice right now because I've told myself Sometimes with life, you just can't tell I hope someone nice like you Would find someone who would be nice to you For now, it's just nice to move on To find someone nice again and it would be nice if we can be friends Bah. I should stop before I start gagging!

Stub it Woke up late again on a lazy Saturday but what’s new anyway. Saturdays are my refuge and solace. A late breakfast with the morning paper and I noticed one headline that was just screaming about work. “ADVERTISING agencies don't like our revenue model because it threatens their existence,” says Pinstorm Technologies Pvt Ltd founder and CEO Mahesh Murthy. Pinstorm, a Mumbai-based search engine marketing (SEM) firm, works on a pay-per-performance model rather than the commission or fee system generally used by the ad industry. Clients pay it based on actual results, that is sales leads Pinstorm generates for them. “Agencies say: Whether our campaign works or not, pay us. Pinstorm is a far more responsible marketer, far more results-focused. One day, all advertising will be like this – accountable,” he tells BizWeek in Petaling Jaya. Full story: http://biz.thestar.com.my/bizweek/story.asp?file=/2006/8/26/bizweek/15238517&sec=bizweek Now first thing first, I really can’t s

I know it seems ironic that I am posing reasons and doubts in my mind on quiting smoking. Well, as many smokers are aware or otherwise, smoking actually kills your appetite and since trying to stop I have been eating like a horny cum pig. Just finished a pack of Chipsmore. All by myself. Alone. In less than 30 minutes. Munch munch. Fat fat. It's so digusting. I tried quiting *ahem* for a week and during that horrible week, my mouth was constantly on exercise, munching all around the clock. Imagine this: for lunch I had half a foot Subway (meatballs naturally) and by 4pm, I was munching the other foot. Looking at my tummy now (which is nearly as big and bad as my AD - she have an excuse, pregnant for 4 months now, what's mine?), it's a disgrace. Yeah sure I bitch alot about this and that and everyone will tell me to go to gym. Well, I can't fucking afford gym, I couldnt give a fuck about gym, I think gym culture imposed by gay men here are fucked up and let's face it

Agency Brief What is the Business Result? To find a caring, loving, educated, smart and funny boyfriend for Daniel What is the role communications should play to help the client achieve its Business Result? To inform and remind potential guys out there that here you’ll get a nice guy known as Daniel. He’s free but not cheap. Try it. Communications should keep to the theme of Daniel is the best choice when they look for a potential boyfriend. What are the communications issues standing in the way of the Business Result? He could be tad too bitchy and flamboyant sometimes. The negatives includes fiery temper, smokes too much, earn too little, too lazy, couldn’t be arsed about a lot of things, superficial, doesn’t save a dime, only loves Gucci, Dior, Tiffany and Paul Smith but can’t afford any shit, busy most of the time and refuses to go to gym. What is the most important general message this campaign should deliver; e.g., a specific value proposition, a differentiated platform, a key be

Don't cha wish you are cool like Joni Mitchel? Compared to her smoking potrait, I looked like a crack whore (which I am la...but still) I need to smoke more to achieve the haggard cool look though. More drinks and sleeping with a few different men at night would help too. Someone even offer to take a picture of me ala Joni style. Ciggie count: 3

My dearest sister in soul, Cookie recently wrote a deep and profound entry about age and relationships (no doubt inspired by the recent wedding of the year) and that got me thinking about mine. Now before you judge me, please hear me out here. As a rule I have always been attracted to slighter (okay, so I lie…most of them are old enough to be my dad) older guys. No, I am very capable of supporting myself so it’s not about money. Years ago, I actually wrote an article and it got published in sgboy but what the hell, I can’t find it anymore. Years ago meaning when the list of guys that I slept with was shorter and I am very much more naïve. I used to think that I am quite sane and there’s nothing wrong with that…just a matter of preferences and just to go against Freud. Well, I was wrong. I blame my entire fetish for older on my dad. Yes, ladies and gents – the absence of the father figure syndrome. Sure, he was…excuse me, is a good dad. He provides for the family and hit no one. He work

Oh dear me, what is wrong with me? I am so free until well my brain is not exactly working anymore. So, here's bit and pieces from my brain-dead-brain. 1. Public transport is fungusy - hopped(is there such word) on to the LRT yesterday to get to town. The parking is fungusy. The crowd is just as mushroom. I mean like why must they crowd around the entrance...can't they see there are plenty of spaces inside. Its time like these that I missed those good o' days conductor shouting MASUK MASUK! 2. KLCC is fungusy - I know...I can't afford any shit at all. I was about to give up and succumb to the temptation known as Lacoste belt. With my fetish with belt...why not? I still have to wait forever for the Gucci one. I thought I would settle with a Paul Smith phone strap. My girlfriends like so roll their eyes...the price you are paying...might as well get a new phone. I so need to get something...something really expensive that it will kills me for months. Hell, years for that

I read somewhere that Oscar Wilde once said, its hard work doing nothing. I couldn’t agree more. Right now all my campaigns are either over, on going or cancelled. So much for getting my fat arse busy. Well, it’s not that bad. I mean since I joined it has been a non stop for 4-5 months. Well deserved rest, maybe. Maybe not. Imagine having to key in 7.50 hours of doing nothing. Now that’s just scary. That’s just unheard of it. That just freaks me out. I need to work. I need more work. I cannot do without work. Life seems so empty without the stress and the problems. Above all, I think I am so sad that without work, I have nothing better to do. So, I call my friends? Fat chance…all of them are either working or just as bored. Put two bored people in the room and you will get more boredom. Hell, no. Btw, no ciggie today but I am feeling hungry like a cow. This is going nowhere. I am not thinking right. I am not even writing right. It’s not funny anymore. The trick here is probably to thin

Numbers of ciggie so far: 1 (which I pinched from my gf whom I had a bitch fight) I am one of those sick people who enjoys reading obituaries. Okay, enjoy is the wrong choice of word, after all you shouldnt be happy over someone's death. Unless of course its your frenemies. Anyway, I do like to read them and there's one that caught my eye yesterday in The Star. I mean this is the first time anyone actually published a blog address in the obituary. So the little bored and ciggie deprieved me went and type in the address and yikes...it's about this guy's struggle with lung cancer. Well, this subject is of course close to heart (and lung for that matter). He viewed the cancer as a 'gift', so to speak. Makes me wonder how many of us are actually prepared to die. I think I am not. I mean I don't really want to die so young despite complaining and bitching about how meaningless and boring the life is. Take out all the bad times, I think the good outweights the bad

So anyway, this is my first lame ass attempt to actually put in an entry. I have to warn whoever reads this. First of all, what on earth are you doing?!!!!??? This is crap. Almost as useless as paying RM7 every week to get yourself killed or lose a limb or an organ or something. I can’t promise entertainment. I won’t take pictures. And strictly no pictures of food. Sorry, I have nothing against people who do but it’s just not me. I am not a cam whore. I am too ugly to be one anyway. There will be no insights or revelations or queries on life’s greatest love/fag mysteries ala Carrie Bradshaw. However I promise that I will try to complain less about my almost miserable life. The spelling and grammar is/are atrocious, enough to make my English teacher cry but if you are a good company, I will be a good storyteller. Maybe I should start with what bring about this new me? Lets go from the very start. I have been smoking for more or less 4 years plus now. I started off pinching from my girlf