I am Thompson Boy

As I sat there in my Queen Bitch's balcony over the weekend, I can't help but to look out into the neighbours' house. The nightview is great and all, there's a lake that shimmers thanks to the nightlight coming from the lakeside restaurant and the twinkling beams from nearby highway. There's one particular apartment which stood out among the rest, there's a beautiful huge book shelve which was rested on the back wall and one can safetly assume that the other wall would be typically the one reserved for TV and such. One wonders, what kind of lives does this people live. Are they happy? Don't you think that they have it all? I would love to have books and shelves and armchairs and all. One of these days. Then my friends can come over and chill over a drink and we can look out from the balcony or chat over a cigarette or two. Looking at my life, I am happy up to a certain degree. There was some conversations with colleagues and also Bitch Jr about men and relat

I must say that it's been quite an experience to actually talk to people and see those that are actually quite out out there. Out out there being these are the one who actually frequent drinking holes and this and that party. Normally I don't see myself having to indulge in such talks because as much as it shocks you, my previous agency cares more about doing and finishing their work and then have quiet private life instead of drinking and doing something noisy. It seems that the routine here is drinks. Drinks and more drinks. Drinks with the client. Drinks for dinner. Drinks after 6. Drinks at work (hidden stash of emergency vodka). And drinks for all occasion. For me, I do enjoy a drink or two or three or four but not that often. First of all, it's really expensive. Then my friends are not really mad about them. For me, it's something you do with the company of your friends. I would all rather spend all my money as you would have guess on more loot. Not that I can aff

I know I shouldn't be asking this but I have recently paid for a bargain via ebay and now I am unsure about it's authenticity. I spotted it selling for £39.99 under the Buy It Now function but held on to clicking on the button because of budget constraint. It's funny that no one actually purchase it and the bid ended. It was then relisted under £25.00 but I made a crazy offer of £20 and it was accepted. Do you know that this is sold for nearly a £100 or roughly RM700 here? Anyway, I thought I will save shopping money since I don't have time to hit the shops but hell you can't stop a shopoholic. They will find a way

I recently caught of these segments on E! channel and it featured Djimon Hounsou (who? you know that big black guy playing opposite Leo in Blood Diamond) in a behind the scene shoot for the new Calvin Klein line of underwear called Steel. And lo behold, via a bit of search and I've found these pictures from the photoshoot. Now, I am not one of those big fan of Calvin Klein underwear but somehow it has totally cemented itself as the thing for men and all gay men alike. The brand is nothing great these days since the namesake designer has sold the label and has no creative input on all the designs. Hence it is relying on the heritage that it possesed. However I must say there's always something very gay and very sexy about the underwear. I am not just talking about the price - it is a daylight robbery to pay RM...erm, what do they cost these days anyway? I have not bought a pair since donkey eon years but it's safe to assume that it's probably at least a day's wage if

Someone told me in the course of chatting last week very seriously that he is reconsidering something. I was like erm, okay, what are you considering? You see, this person was someone whom I got to know from some personals site and we have been chatting either online or via phone for some time now. Without going into too much details, he basically told me that he thinks that I am not the right person to for him to spend his time on nor pursue any form of friendship because I am just too darn busy. I couldn’t help but to agree. Sure, I stopped calling him for some time now but that doesn’t mean he can’t do the calling. Both of us wears the pants after all and it’s not a game on who is chasing after who. Then again, I don’t even have time for myself. When I do have any, either I spend it by sleeping (In Upstairs Bitch words – need to catch up on the week’s sleep) or really go out and spend time with my friends. So this is what I have been reduced to. I really hope it’s worth it at the en

Fuck Topshop. Fuck Banana Republic. Fuck Gap. Fuck MNG. Fuck Zara. Fuck Forever 21. H&M is the one. First it was Stella McCartney, then Karl Lagerfeld. Then it was Madonna and Kylie. Now it's Roberto Cavalli. Please fucking come to Malaysia and show those idiots how to do high street fashion. Buy 1 Free 1. Fuck it! I will fuck someone if Marc Jacobs ever collaborate with H&M.

I meant to sit down and really think about all the goodies since my sister came back. Now she is in Sabah for her placement and I am nowhere closer to doing that. There was plenty bought and plenty to be sold on ebay. I’ve sold one of the Anya bag and luckily that covered some of the cost of loot. Cookie was complaining to me that almost everyday he loads my blog with disappointment as there was no update. It felt abit sad because I myself is allergic to non updated blogs but I just can’t do anything about that. I found myself with nothing to say these days and there were days that things are happening so fast and noisy at the work that I found myself unable to sleep. I can still hear all the noise. I think I need to find a way to distress myself, like taking off my shoes or walking on grass or jumping into a pool of water. What I wouldn’t give to just escape. But I guess for now, shopping will do. Wait. Correction, I shopped. There was an early heartache as my sister lost 1 of her lug

This could be a I’m Not Dead Part 309467 but somehow the reasoning behind why I have not been updating my blog is plain and simple. Too tired. Sick of staring at the computer. Prefer to sleep and then there’s my sister who just came back from the States. So perhaps a bit of update is indeed due. Not that I am entirely in the right mood. The thing is I left office rather early, around 9.30pm ish and I was like fuck it, I have enough. I will come by tomorrow slightly early and sort out all these shits. Something that you will never hear me say during my previous agency’s days. It’s not like this agency is that bad but recapping from the first day that I came in until today – I felt like I have been working for months. Need not to say that I miss the old face and my familiar clique and all, people here isn’t that bad actually. There are good and bad. Perhaps it’s the culture that I have yet to adapt to. I also have to watch out for some people. Bigger place, more bitches and more politic-

Miss me old place and face. Oh God. Gimme strength to face this test of mine.

So the last goodbye has been said. Everything was packed. Hugs and kisses given and thrown. I never did know that people cared as much as they did. Maybe it was just me. But then again, I never doubted that they are nice people. I am leaving not because of them. In fact, I wouldn't mind being and staying there if it wasn't for something that I will never get there. I hope I will get what I want in the new place. But it was never always that way. I started with difficulty. They were cold. They seemed cold. Everyone is in some sort of clique or another. In fact, many people left within one or two months because people are just too cold. But the thing is, it's just them. Too much work. Overworked. Now I am starting all over again. It's never easy to say goodbye. Goodbye to a place that you have grown to love. Goodbye to the people whom you spend more time with compared to anyone else, family and friends included. Goodbye to a routine and a lifestyle. Goodbye to comfort zon