I am Thompson Boy

Romy and Michele are two former schoolmates who have also been roommates for ten years after the time they graduated, and their lives are far from successful, they can't even get a date. As the 10-year class reunion approaches they try to do something to make an impression on other former schoolmates and finally decide to act as though they are very rich business women who invented Post-It Sounds like a horror story to me but that's exactly what me and Cookie will be doing come Thursday. We have not met up with anyone from high school for like ages and frankly we don't care. They have given up on us and we love to be tagged super bitch for turning our fabulous nose back at them. Some of them even got married and never invited us. Not that we are dying to go - I rather spend the money on myself than some crappy-late-to-start wedding dinner. And these ppl actually married or are still dating their high school sweetheart. Good grief! However, since they actually took the time

Fast-food ad hype undos healthy lifestyle drive Fomca (Federation of Malaysian Consumer Associations) secretary-general Muhammad Shaani Abdullah said it was an irony that while the authorities were promoting wellness programmes, fast food adverts have become more widespread. Anyone still sane in this country would probably be rolling their eyes for days since the commotion over fast food hit our brain snooze country. Yes, the topic is not new and we can argue till the beef burger, chicken nuggets and pork chop come home and it will never be settled. On one hand, we should be caring for our health and good on the Gov trying to do something about it while on the other it's a personal choice. Moreover, everything in life if taken in excess could be bad. Even sex. But not shopping. If you are Paris Hilton of course. Nevertheless we are cringing here at our office over some news about some local stations pulling off fast food adverts of late. Which is really interesting because I read t

Karma cat-meowww Right about after the official office hours ended, my colleague popped a question to my cubical neighbour. She asked if anyone is interested with a little drink since there was free vodka lying around and all we needed was juices and ice. Before we knew it, the little cubical was transformed into a mini bar cum smoking corner. Well, that's advertising life for you. Apparently from what I heard, in the 80s the glorious days of advertising, everyday after work is happy hour as opposed to long working hours. I kinda miss those days of coming from lunch with a mini hangover. Anyway, I went home after downing two glass of the best mix of vodka ribena that I ever had. Only to come back and see that the neighbor's cat has shat on my front door again. We have in the past tolerated with them invading our shoe shelf with urine and hair and those noisy breeding season nights but after three days shitting marathon - I had enough. Those who knew me knows that I am more of a

The good After a long discussion over coffee that I had, catching up with Cookie on my trip to Thailand, we have decided that enough is enough. We have spent so much to boost our country’s economy only to be ripped off our hard earned greens. While this is not my first trip to Thailand but certainly the one where I am fully equipped with the knowledge of fashion and appreciation for the ‘different’ things in life. I have to stressed that I fully respect others who might not like what I like and totally comfortable with going with the general masses on opinion and taste and being different does not make me any better or worst, just different. Anyway, back to the story I promised that I will try not to bore you with the details and pictorial guide to every nooks, corners and food essay. After all I can’t write a travel novel like Frances Mayes’ Under The Tuscan Sun so I won’t bother. What I will talk about is basically the joy of shopping which I have never experienced before. Of course

Sorry bitches as I have not been updating - working from 9-12 (not noon if you know me by now) and I will be off to land of sun, sand, sea, sex (none for me) and shopping: Thailand tomorrow. Till next week! Bye bitches!

A startling revelation came upon me as I was having lunch today with my girl Cookie. You would have not expected those pesky and sometimes pitiful people coming around you just when you needed the quiet time most - to enjoy that deprived cigarette, that bite into a hot and juicy/poisonous/oily fried chicken or just a hot cuppa to rudely interrupt you with some plea of donations. Now at the risk of sounding like a scrooge which I am, enough is enough - written and said about these syndicates of beggars, always asking for donation. The authenticity of the plights are questionable and how many can one donate anyway when you are approached a by few every time you have a meal - 5 times a week. There are once or twice when I felt generous or I have known such or such organization exist that I actually parted with my hard earned cash but most of the time I will just dismiss them. There are many tactics employed by them ranging from handing out tissue (Kleenex, please. Premier is crap), bookma

As I finished the last sentence to my utterly horrible and disjointed work, I breathed a sigh of relief and mentally noted to myself that I should learn to not bite what I can’t chew. When you are absolutely of no talent whatsoever, it’s easier to just acknowledge the facts of life and walked away with what’s left of your dignity and not instead pretend to be writer with your little cute laptop writing about everything under the sun. Who am I kidding? This, what I do on a daily basis is not even fit to be called writing - more like web space junk. But sometimes I think giving up is so easy and trying has no harm. But when it comes to so many things in life, do we sometimes raise the white flag and walk away or struggle with the pains, the waves crashing – up and down and blowing cold winds in your mind, all just for the sake of believing in your heart? Now it is a common knowledge that only anyone who is seeker of pain would get himself or herself tangled up any forms of relationship a

OMG I love blue eyes, on my men and on my phone. I guess they shouldn't really shout about the 2mp. Shine - at an LG store near you in April.

As I struggled for words - not in writing this because it is mainly unrestricted, unstructured and unguided. Perhaps the fact that there are no rules makes this type of writing easier as compared to the ones that I desperately need to complete. Not only I need to think about sell out ideas for a few white goods product under my team, I have to complete my proposal for some ground activity for another healthcare product as well. Coupled that with the task of having to finish the competing brands analysis for all the brands under my belt, not an easy task considering that I have mobile phone, photography (fuck you Canon, why must you advertise so 'much') and just about every goddamn product on earth. As if that is not enough, I have agreed to write a so called article for a friend for this publication and I don't know where to start. Before any of you go off laughing - yes my English is very the bad and this I have to apologize to the Queen because of my lack of grasp for cor

Like OMG, this is the glam phone. Coming to a Prada boutique near you. The only phone for fashionista. I told my AM that it looks like iPhone. Actually it's the other way around cause LG is launching this first.

As a person and particularly a gay and lazy one, nothing really happens to me as I’ve planned them to be. I have forecasted my life to be ubber fabulous by the time I am in my mid 20s with an equally as fabulous boyfriend and perhaps live happily ever after in super fabulous apartment overlooking the city skylines and coast. Okay, so that’s too tall of a feat – the boyfriend thing I meant. Instead, I am struggling with reality in between my penchant for fancy footwear, designer’s bags, never ending rows of dining and drinking and of course smoking. And that list doesn’t include my so-called career that I am trying hard to build. To run away from it all I found myself falling deeper and deeper in the abuse of my plastic card. While it’s hardly serious (no illicit creditors or paying merely interest every month), I did notice a trend that is unnerving around me – everyone is numbing themselves with one material gratification after another. I would like to retract my statement on the hard