I am Thompson Boy

There was an article that came out on Saturday’s paper and it brought back really sweet memories from the past. I think I have written about it on and off in the past, in fact I still think about it now and then. I guess you should be reading the article first before you continue – so here’s the link . For those who are too lazy or just in case the link expires, please scroll down all the way. Okay, to continue…the article was about the small town in Perak called Papan and I for one used to live there during my younger years. I was raised in Ipoh and during every year end or mid semester break, I would travel all the way from the town to Papan to spend all my time there. My late grandparents and my late uncle’s family lived there. It was a big house, colonial style – half ruined but still occupied able. They probably moved in there after the war where all the rich tin tycoons left. I really wished I have the gift of describing all the nooks and corners and every patch of wall but I do...

There was plenty occasions that I have attempted to write and somewhat clear some things about myself but I ended up deleting them, casting it aside and think, fuck that shit – why do I even have to bother? I mean if people think that I am this and that, so be it. You can’t please everyone and you shouldn’t. But then again, I have been unhappy lately thinking about certain things so just to clear the air: Arrogance Sorry people but I can’t help it. I was born that way. Even my mother tells me that I look damn arrogant, unfriendly and almost impossible. Everyone who knows me well will attest to that they think I was damn cocky until they gotten to know me. Maybe it’s the ice breaking part. I don’t do well with strangers or new people unless of course they are my client. Then I can be fake. Other than that, it’s me and my cocky face. I look cold and unfriendly and have accepted the fact that I will always be that way. Is it my education? Or perhaps I think I am better than other people? ...

I was feeling a little lost as I was driving home just now. This is the first time for awhile that I have found myself coming home before 12. Frantically, I was trying to make amend by calling ex-Upstairs’ Bitch to find out how is she coping without work and out of advertising and couldn’t reach her. Then there’s always Cookie. He was less than impressed with me. I was even contemplating to call Fei Mui since the phone bill is on the company. But anyway, I managed to got myself home. Coming home when everyone else is in the slumberland and greeted by silence and darkness made me felt abit lonely for the first time since a very long time. I am never those who have problems amusing myself with little things to do or think. I can spend the weekend at home, doing nothing but pot myself here and there. There’s TV usually for the nighttime and my date would be E! followed by other trashy show. Can’t help but wondered what others do. Do they come home at night, turn off the lights and then cr...

I have just finished ironing 3 weeks worth of clothes and my back is aching. Applied something soothing on them and now contemplating if I should actually do the impossible which is to finish up the overdue competitive ad analysis. Something which a bottom of the foodchain whore like myself needs to do. But then again, thinking about it again why should I? Firstly please excuse me and my unearthly calls from the beyond. My week has been interesting to say the least – a rough calculation of 90 hours of work and thank God it’s all over for now. It took us exactly 11 days from the Client’s brief to the delivery of materials for newspaper, radio and POSM (point of sales material). Now typically I would say that if I wasn’t in advertising, the sound of 11 days is a lot but in the advertising timeline, you are running on crack. I think I am not in the mode of going into details but let me assure you – it’s super absurd. Then again more absurd things have happened before. At least for me, thi...

I died. Everything is finished now. This is the ghost of me.

OMG 3 DAYS IN A ROW 2AM WAKE UP NEXT DAY. WORK AT 9. TOMORROW RECORDING. SHIT TO COME OUT THIS WEEKEND.

First off, a bit of sorry for not updating me blog but as usual what else taking over me other than work and a little bit of emotions. In terms of work it was due to the fact that my immediate boss wasn’t around for a few days and I have to take over quite a heavy load which was fuelled by some up and coming campaigns. On the emo side, well we will go to that soon enough. Speaking of which, I had a conversation with K (immediate boss) and she was like complaining about how absolutely passé it was to do the emotional cum Yasmin Ahmad cum Petronas kind of commercials these days and everyone is trying to be a carbon copy. While copying has never been trendy I do think that emotions are something that stands the test of time. How else would you explain the behaviors that I witnessed the other day during my sister’s convocation? There’s Exhibit One – those who buys tons of flowers and brings 3 types of camera just so that they won’t miss their precious taking his or her first step on the st...

I am sure over the last weekend everyone and anyone was probably being broiled down by countless messages, dedications and ads all on the country’s Independence Day celebration. I am also sure that true that while 50 years and some achievements here and there are worth mentioning but I can’t help to feel a bit cynicism and disgusted actually at some of things that was written (namely editorial and writeup) and done (ads and such). Watched a couple of expensive and over the top television commercials but none of them really stick to my mind. So was the press ad. The usual fake 3 races together kind of scenario was gag inducing to the max and really, and someone should stop doing those stylized commercials (you know those with cool music and shoots) ala MAS and CIMB. No surprise there as both has the similar look and feels because it was done by the same agency. My favourite was the one from Petronas – overly long as usual and it took a second seating to understand the meaning. The syno...