I am Thompson Boy

How true indeed! Well, that’s the line from Hallmark channel. It’s one of my favourite apart from Travel and Living, NGC and Discovery. I know, being known for tuning into those channels is definitely doing my reputation as a fabulous whore not any good but ever since I was a kid, I love watching and learning nature, history and art and knowing about everything under the sun that isn’t taught in classes or have anything to do with figures. Of course, it doesn’t hurt when Travel and Living actually broadcast Project Runway – a gay staple. When it comes to Hallmark, there’s a couple of show which I normally tune into like Midsommer’s Murder and Doc Martin, apart from the occasional reruns of Judging Amy, The Nanny and Bewitched. I have to say, looking at the TV schedule and all, also what’s playing on the Chinese channels, I couldn’t help but wondered what’s up with audiences that they can watch one medical show after another (ER, Chicago Hope, Doogie Howser MD, House, Scrubs, Grey’s Ana...

Anyway boys and girls, have you all managed to catch the trailer for Casino Royale ? Now just to clear the rumours, I am no fan of all those big bangs movie - chicks, guns, cars, fight, chicks and more chicks. And I am suprised how many dimwits out there are willing to pay hard earned and good monies after monies to watch one installment after another. But apparently there are people like that out there and the box office collection grew with each new movie which explains why they are making more. Seriously, what is so appealing about the same plot everytime, some-idiot-out-to-destroy-the-world-please-save-theworld-agent-stirred-not-shake-whatever? At least with this new installement, I am putting the foot in my mouth ever since I caught a short glimpse of the trailer . Enough said, right? Okay, so his face is a bit cacat but then it's still in the vein of being very masculine so that is forgiven. Besides any man that wears tux is hot in my book. There's just something very di...

I meant to write about this TVC but was waiting for my trusted source of commercial to upload it, apparently after a week or so holiday they have plenty to catch up with especially with tons of new festivity ads. These days not many Clients invest on festivity and greetings campaign other than the big boys, corporate company and those with tons of money and nowhere to spend. The most that they will do is just a print advertisement on newspaper. I really miss those glorious days when you can do so much. Well, in those days the cost was much lower, you have less TV stations and newspapers – meaning you will have more audiences instead of being split these days into like god knows how many channels thanks to Astro. But change is inevitable. Speaking of change, the TVC, which I wanted to highlight earlier, was the one done by Petronas. Of course today’s paper was exploded with that, mine you – I had it in me to comment about it the first time I watched it. For those who doesn’t know what I...

DJ Play My Favourite Song The truth is, of late, I have been in a bit of how should you call it nicely? Mess. Yes, that’s the word. To make things worst I am at a crossroad and it’s not very pretty. I need to concentrate on my work that has been really lacking lately – performance and volume wise. I know many will go like OMG look but hey every dog has his days. Sometimes it’s up, sometimes it’s down. But I am still keeping all my chins (double and triple) up. This is when I turn into my one true love, music. I hate to admit this but I think I have inherited the most obnoxious habit ever from my dad. When I was a kid, I used to cringe at him listening to his radio and songs at the highest volume. High meaning the whole block and row of houses can hear everything crystal clear. It doesn’t help that he used to have like really good and strong speakers. Well fast forward back today, I can be occasionally found guilty of noise pollution in resident, pumping away loud dance music. Of course...

Like I know everyone will be giving my girl Gwen the evils because her newie - Wind It Up (complete with yodeling and all) sounds/within the veins of Fergie's crapshit that she poured out from her nasty toilet lately. However don't forget folks, Gwenster started the shit first with her banana song - Hollaback Girl. Btw, please download Wind It Up here, sampled that whatthename song from Sound of Music. Look at this fat bitch. She can't even tell that the bridge behind her and in her nasty whorelousy video is actually TOWER bridge and not LONDON bridge. How stupid can that cunt get? If only she spend less time on her knees, she would be a tad bit smarter. Of course it is not enough just ripping off the genre and song started off by Gwen, you need to copy the video as well. Since Gwen did her Alice in The Wonderland , Fuckie aka Fergie went for Charlie and The Chocolate Factory theme (how original, remember Craig David's What's Your Flava? , at least that one is m...

of being idle, yes and that's what I have been up to. Really. Going back to basic really doing nothing at all for the entire holiday. Well, was at work for awhile. It's like how Cookie said, when I was working I can't wait for a break and on the very first of the break, I was longing for some work. I guess there's no pleasing to me at all. I have fallen back to the old ways. Not really caring about myself and my life. I have been back smoking as well. At one point I told myself, what is the point to all these? Does it matter if you don't wake up tomorrow? Days were spent mainly in mall, wandering aimlessly. Buying something just ease the boredom for a second and two. While I am settling into sleeping late and waking up equally as late and eating crap, I remembered what the dear o girl Cookie said about life. I have always believe in looking at other's and finding comfort - life could have been worst. I used to tell that girl over and over again that comparing ou...

I see black, I see white, everything's mono I see everything and nothing beyond this sorrow No four leaf clover, no Mimi's rainbow No more believing everything will be fine tomorrow What are open roads when it's just deadend Nothing but a mirage disguised as heaven sent There's no more pleasure in finding substitutes When all I ask for is one from the multitude Am I asking too much or too many From sight and sound, I know that I am lucky So easy for others, so hard for me to play in the game of looking for that one that will stay I am falling deeper in my own grave Eaten away by envy, lust, sadness and hate Oh God, words are failing me now Please pick me up from falling down

It's already past midweek and I know that I have been spending the past few days crying over something that isn't there, mooping through things that will never happen and unhappy with everything. I think most people will cringe over all these drama - after all, isn't Daniel the fabulous fashionista with the most covetted job like ever, climbing the corporate ladder of success one golden step at a time, one hand holding lychee martini and the other carrying Gucci tote. Apparently thats the impression one will get from reading my blog. I must admit while there some meals soaked with alcohol and fabulous rendezvous here and there, and throw in glamour as part of the job scope - there are too few in between. Instead, I have 365 times of Ah Kau Economy Rice, don't own a fabulous pad in Bangsar and carry a Boss bag (hey don't hold that against me, it's on 50% sale. Such a vulgar four letter word, sale). I also pay my credit card bills on time. Fully. Now, thats living...

Lets make today a fun day now, don't want to be accused of being morbid mary. First off, I have been dying to share these TVCs. Take a good look at them and tell me what is right with it, The wrong list is longer. Ladies and gents, may I present to you: Exhibit Crap TVC #1 Advertiser: News Straits Times Campaign: To so called promote the paper as a vehicle tool to improve your English language with so called racial unity thrown into a whole jug of poop. Why is it not working: How many times have you seen an Indian, Malay and Chinese boy hang out together? Really really hang out - ala friends? It's too Utopian. Came across more like deluded Government propaganda to dress up/cover the truth that all the other races are being marginalised - I mean who are they fooling anyway? We all know there's no such thing as racial unity. Besides, the streotyping - for eg Indian boy with Indian hand movement and accent is already an advertising faux pas - so don't even have to go into ...

Oh dear! oh dear! Just when I was so excited about Miss Sarah's newie, how disapointing it was to listen to such blandness. Of course it was very well produced and polished like all her records. Her voice is as usual solid and golden but I don't know. Maybe it's the mood. Maybe it's her. It's just not doing anything for me. Wintersong, River and Happy Xmas (complete with choir, good grief!) are the only highlight from the album. Her version of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas is the without a doubt the worst version ever - you have to be a genius to screw up a classic. Anyway, just to spread some Xmas 'joy', here's a link for those cheapskates and those who couldn't be arsed. I know some girls will be rolling their eyes at me - I stand by my belief that those who will buy will buy. Those who always rip and download will never. Putting a link will not encourage or discourage neither. Besides, sampling is always good. Some people might enjoy thi...

Of late, I realised and also due to the confirmation from dear o'Cookie that I have been nothing but a man-crazy maniac. Or least that's what I came across as. Apparently I was never like that. Or so he believes. Apparently as well I have always been a strong black woman (inside of course *snap fingers*) who doesn't need a fella to make me happy and always look at the brighter side of life. Always been focussed on my work and my friends. That's what he think. Also apparently it seems that now that I have nabbed myself the dream job, I seemed to be shifting my attention to men - just to have it all. I really didn't think it was that obvious. Sure, I have always been man-crazy but surely of late, it's nothing out of the ordinary. It's still the same dose, perhaps a little more as age approaches, I mean what excuse do I have anymore? There was always something to do (study, work and stuff) but now it seems that everything is in place, so it's matter of wait...

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Oh. God. Oh yeah, the hot smart daddy look is so working on me. Work your way - bottoms up All men look good in white. Wondered why no one wear them enough. Photo credit and hi res here I am not running out of words but sometimes keeping my mouth shut will do just as good. I don't have to say anything more. I went moist when I saw those ads. Oh Jeremy! Oh Jeremy! Why are you so beautiful? I want a man, not a boy who thinks he cannnnnnnn! Older men rules*. *Most of the time at least. When they are not breaking your heart. Only when they look like Jeremy Irons. Remember that scene when Carrie went "and you never did" to Big's remark on how he don't understand? Tell me why do they always break my heart. If only we can all age beautifuly like Jeremy. I have a fear that I will look like plastic surgeon canvas when I am through mid life.

You're still on my mind Abit of nothing to do yesterday sees me hanging out in oh-so-boring place where all the straight boys cheer for some stupid game with their all dolled up trophy girlfriends by their side acting bored and smoking cigarettes. Nice handbags too may I add - love the Coach tote, girl. There were a few eye candies - but too far in between if you count straight red faced horny boys as sweet. Personally, I don't believe in getting them drunk and in my bed. Does it work? I am too bored to be bothered anyway. If only the night ended there and then. But luck is of course not on my side. We had to go to a place where I have not been there for ages. It brings memory. Bad and good I suppose. Oh, I do miss Mr. C. Yes, we have not been in touch for almost two years. So, what is he doing here down memory lane? We hardly spent anytime together and it was more than 5 years ago. I bet he don't even remember me. Part of me says it was a really sweet thing that happened i...

I was about to bitch about something which has been bothering me for awhile. I am guessing an self confessed work-love-whore would have gone through this phase at least once in their work slaving life. I am J.O.S.E. What is jose? well, click here and you will know. Anyway, I am jose but I can't really explain it here because it's all work related. I can choose to write a story or a poem for that matter and weave everything into it but I am in no mood for nursery rhyme. It's just so frustrating that sometimes it's clearly that you love and cherish your work (even more hardworking for that matter) than some bitches who obviously had it easy (I mean like, they enter an International agency immediately while some bitches like me have to be rejected over and over and over and over again till I got my first lucky break) and yet they seem to go places. I would say that I am *quite* a nice person, yes I am nice standing next to Cruella here who looks down on people and only ha...

I just had (wait a minute, that was a few hours ago but anyway)lunch with this business associate (okay, I am using big words here but I have make it more generic as I am about to bitch so better not reveal too much, anyway)and found out that she actually have a sister who works in this other agency. I know the sister and was shocked to find out that they are related. Thank Gucci I didnt bitch about the sis...not that there is any. She's a such nice and quite fabulous too. I think she offered me a cigarette before. That's the thing about smokers. They are usually generous and friendly when it comes to smoking and lending another fellow smoker the light. Well, it seems that she befriended this two other guy whom I quite detest. One is a baffon (is that how you spell it?) and the other is always looking sleepy. I don't mind the sleepy one but the baffon is absolutely appaling. Upstairs' Bitch told me that he's an ass. He does look like one to begin with and he always ...

Just abit of news, I am sure Fei Mui would be proud and approve. The agency is also quite happy at the mo but who knows. READ WHY FEI MUI WOULD BE PROUD READ MORE Of course, then again these days Fei Mui is apparently into property and all those investment shit that he probably ditched his lifelong dream to fly a plane. However, he can still go for second option, drive a bus. Speaking of property, I am with him on that. It's quite fun. I did an extensive research and prep myself with the local high end property scene last year to prepare for this project with my old agency. Of course need not to say, they have yet to run anything. The last I checked, they have reverted back to their grannie ads even though they liked what we presented. These ppl, they want to reach the statue of YTL and Setia and yet expect that to happen with just one ad. They have the cheek to ask us if this or that ad will actually move the sales of the property. Of course I wished to reply "No, because you...

Just when I thought I could breeze through work today - after all half of the state is on holiday - the only jam will be on my bread. Indeed I was feeling all dolled up (wished the car's roof is off but anyway) and took me less than 15 minutes to reach work (correction, somewhere NEAR work). Well. No such luck apparently. Good things only happen to good people. Sick selfish bitches like me only get all the worst and dramas. First drama was at the gas station - lovely attendant mistakenly overcharged me and couldn't reverse the point back to my petrol card. Waited there for more than 20 minutes, looking pretty. At the end, he ended up paying me back my points in cash. Can you imagine driving to a station, filled up the tank and given cash return? Okay so it doesn't sound that bad but imagine. Me. Waiting. 20 minutes. Absurd. Well anyway, the second drama followed promptly when I realised where half of the state has gone to - my office viccinity. Yes, my usual parking slots a...

You know how it is with books sometimes, there are those that change your life (Bergdorf Blondes), those that make you want to have a better life (Tuesdays With Morrie) and there are those that makes you go what the fuck? (The Devil Wears Prada, hello you call this best selling book? the writing is beyond appaling). Recently I have been trying to finish up the books which was incidently loaned from Cookie but without much success. When the back is in pain, reading becomes tedious and almost tiring. I also need to relook into my reading posture and my fav position for mind sex is no longer valid with my current health condition. Anyway, there's two which I managed to gobble up before health came knocking. The first was Jhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake and Alan Cumming (yes, THE Alan actor person)'s Tommy's Tale . Quite contrasting material but I will start with the one I think is better - The Namesake. I am not going to go through the writer's stuff and what she has wo...

Being the person that I am and the the things that I do, it's not suprising to me anymore when most of them, people who knew me during one time or another will tell me this. Why on earth do they do such crappy ad? I can do better than that. While with some ads I won't disagree but there is more than an ad that meets the fashionable eye. I guess in today's world, everyone is a critic and rightfuly so. I know people have been complaining about the standards of advertising here. There's plenty of room for improvement but we have gone leaps and bounds in terms of creativity (as seen in the last Cannes win). We are no less than Singapore or Bangkok (mind you, for the information of non ad people, these two country is considered the creativity hub in Asia). Honestly, I used to be one of those people as well. Many years back I used to think what makes a good design/ad is the usage of the coolest (and smallest) typeface and tracing lines. I am glad that I moved on from such thi...

I must confess that apart from being many things (adman, slut, fashion slave, lazy), I am also quite a mummy's boy. It's bad enough that me mum spoils me rotten and that I pull some tricks once in awhile with her because I know she will succumb to it, it gets worst when I am still behaving like that I am 5. Mine you, not 15 but 5. I guess it doesn't help when me mum still treats me and my sister like kids. It was just the other day that she asked my sister if she would want a glass paper lantern since she's buying one for the neighbour's kid. Mind you, I am 25. My sister is 23. But having said that, we still have a Pikachu latern - leftover from the festival a few years back. And depending on how I am feeling today, I might just go around with my latern. I guess the thing that so called encourage such childish behaviour is the fact that I don't really feel my age. Of course I have my more serious and adult side but seriously, it doesn't feel too different fr...

Like yeah right. I am so the drama but that certainly got your attention didnt it? Not that I am horny or anything but I feel all achey and fuzzy. I am hungry but not really interested with food. Am eating just for the sake for eating. Had egg & tomatoes sandwich for breakie and sup tulang mee hoon for lunch. It feels better popping pills (yeah just Vitamin Cs). Maybe I should just get a puff. Hmmm. I got my flu happy meals pack with me - a bottle of 60 tablet Redoxon (A client naturally) with a 24hrs Clearansil (is that how you spell it?). Thats what you get when you work for Pharma clients and with a sister studying pharmacy. In fact, why see the doc when you can walk up to the counter and start ordering? It is true that when you are in pain, nothing else matters. I tried to dress up in my most fierce outfits today (Fabulous Zara long sleeve shirt with baby blue, white and red stripe and french cuffs - check. Fabulous matching Zara brown leather belt with brown leather shoes - ch...

At the risk of sounding or actually looking like good Doc's blog, I am posting some dreamy looking boys here. I just can't help looking at them. Okay, so who can stay away from looking at those dreamy boys. Not especially when they have these cute stubbles all over. As a rule, I am not entirely a potato queen and it's not really my fault that image banks only have tons of caucasian pictures. I was actually looking for a full frontal nude body of a man for this product advertising. No, it's not for sex. Anyway, what is better than being paid to look at pictures of cute dreamy boys? But on a more realistic side, these guys are not exactly like superhot in my books. What made them hot were the stubbles. Gimme a fella in facial hair and I will go gaga anytime. Too bad most Chinks are next to hairless huh? Speaking of image bank, it seems they are very GLBT conscious these days as you can even find pictures of men kissing. Very well, after all pink monies are good monies. It...

Apparently according to a friend of mine, I am a slut and not a whore. A whore is a person who have sex in exchange for money and other stuff. A slut are in it for the fun. He said he admired sluts and think highly of them. I said thank you. I feel so much better now. I am not a whore. Just slut. Speaking of slut, where the slut have I been up to? No, it's just that I have been writing alot lately (mostly crap stuff and tons of emails and presentation). I am feeling like really dry. Dry and fat. Don't know why but I can almost feel my tummy protruding out of my pants everytime I sit. Sigh. Back to slutting, I realised if I opened my eyes big enough I can surely see tons of cuties in the viccinity of my office. After all, theres a few floors of cute accountants....yum. I have no idea why but people from this part of the building (mainly agency people) doesn't turn me on. It's the lawyers and finance boys who gets my heart thumping. And Buaya would have been proud of me, ...