I am Thompson Boy

So I’ve found myself taking my Saturday real nice and easy and despite invitation from the girls to the Curve, I decided to pass. Not just because I was a little worn from the day before but also because they have snubbed me – all 3 of them and not join me over at Frangi. But the night didn’t turn out less fabulous since I managed to meet up with my Bitch Jr. Also managed to see my ex Manager, intro-ed my current Manager to him, met this new gay guy from my ex agency, bumped into another fella from another agency who worked with the same client as me and another fella whom I knew for ages prior of joining the industry. And we are just talking about work relationships here in a small place – haven’t gone down to who has slept with who yet. Such contrasting weekend, only a week ago I was in Ipoh with the 3 big girls (technically 2 and ½ since one is working out hard) and for all us except Cookie, it was really nothing new. Still, Cookie has been talking about a roadtrip such as this sinc

Something new, something old, something borrowed, something blue So it’s wedding season again and everyone has been bombarded with multiple red summons to pay which actually brings to question – what is the market rate for ang pow these days for a typical wedding dinner? It’s never been a question to me, then again when I was growing up none of my friends nor acquaintances are at the age for marriage hence I guess I am going through a rite of passage aka getting old of gayhood when all your straight friends start getting hitched. That and also the question on the absence of a girlfriend. I wished I could tell them that it’s boyfriend that I am having a hard time finding cause like girlfriends like I have plenty! I don’t really dread wedding that much because most of the time it’s usually eat and drink all the way. Not a care for this and that stranger or relative, just me and the ten course meal. Perhaps it’s slightly different then since it’s one of my good friends – Miss K whom I kne

Once again I have found myself in unfamiliar territory as I drove home at half past six. This is the officially the second time that I’ve managed to do that in coming to close to three months with my new job. I guess it’s healthy to just go home, clean up the mess known as my room and try and manage some stuff – finances and letters to write on the personal side. The traffic was nasty as usual but it wasn’t too bad because I have Dido turned on. Strange enough, I found myself Dido-ing a lot lately but it’s just one of those CDs that you can time after time and I am really channeling that album right now. Anyway, right before I turned into the street leading to my house, I’ve decided to go for a haircut. Now one could assume that I would probably spend tons of money on that as many normal (then again how do you define normal? More like urban young adult with MHI/Monthly Household Income of 4K and above) people would easily depart from a good RM40 for a typical cut and perhaps throw in w

After finishing the tiresome task of ironing 10 pieces of shirt and coming back from a 2 days/1 night trip to Ipoh, I don’t feel like doing any more work. In fact I don’t even feel like going to work. The Ipoh part was quite out of the blue especially the fact that I have just returned from KK the weekend before - will talk about it in a later post. And as for the shirts, well it is just something that I have do now with this agency. Gone are the days of t shirts and next no ironing. Though it’s not a written rule that all male account servicing staff must be attired in typical office wear, one has to act abit to adapt into the surrounding. I believe that I have been pushing the envelope a tiny bit with jeans matched with my long sleeves shirts and occasional polo tees. Guess I need to go for bargain hunting for polo tees – not pink or baby blue ones. Ironically our clients don’t even wear shirts – just jeans and tees and we are forced to be slightly formal. I can also tell you what ha

Managed to come home early yesterday and while sorting out the mails, I noticed the usual credit statement and to my amazement the amount was higher than usual thanks and no thanks to my supplementary card for my sister. I was also amazed at how little things here and there can easily contribute to a couple of hundreds just like that and I am not even talking about high end shopping. Just the usual DVD here and there or CDs. Thank God I paid cash for my books else it would be another heartache to bear. I must say though while it sounded like I am a train running wild without control – I am still far from it. After all, I settle the whole amount on a monthly basis. But that’s the thing about life. Everything you say or do paint a different picture for different people. Once you read or heard of a person buying these and that thing you will automatically assume he is a nut. Then there’s this new guy at work who dresses well (my hunch is that he’s gay) and there was gossip circulating tha

Ok. So that’s my trip in a nutshell – I supposed I can just upload the usual obligatory holiday shoots which I will but be kept at a minimum and not point out every crab (at the sea and on the plate) or crap or nooks and corners. But I do find that there are things that even pictures can’t capture like how interesting it is to learn about place for all your life (history lessons) and also preparing adverts for their local papers (actually passed by Borneo Post, Daily Express and See Hua HQ) but never to visit them till now. Okay, so Kota Kinabalu is not exactly like a foreign land or something but still different in some sense. It was great to experience the competitors work in real as I have heard about them from report ever since I have gained this account as a portfolio. The tactical/strategy which they employed is certainly very different in Pen Msia and I am able to prepare some suggestions to my client on what to be updated and changed as well. But what really captured me was wh

So there was plenty of nothing to do over a laici martini at Alexis yesterday. Can't really remember the last time I was there but I knew it was long. Then again you can't really fork out hundreds by ordering a simple meal and two drinks - slave and low wage earner like yours truly can't afford that, no way. I was late and not under the name of fashion but due to work again. Can you imagine that after pushing deadlines for them, they could still revert back with the work late, incorrect and then refused to amend them (have to go for dinner first). Like hello? I don't sit here all day long and wait for your crap to send to Client, can imagine if this is a major date? I would be single forever then. Anyway... It was fun to be back into civilised society - it has been beers and butch pubs for many months now. So there we were, a couple of fags with my fag and martini talking about and doing next to nothing. Indulging in the fact that we don't really care if people know

So the first time I actually heard of the name Shanon Shah was during some spot promo for Ikon Malaysia but not that I checked the show out (no time for TV) but a search on Youtube revealed many of his performances, not only for the show but some really interesting live ones for No Black Tie and also Alexis Ampang. My favorite would be his own rendition of Bananarama cover – Love At First Degree. So here we have a man and his piano, surely that’s something worth checking out and that I did. Not without some difficulty as his album was not downloadable, sold out in stores and the stock was not replenished until I manage to track down his record company site that handles online order with free shipping. So how was the album then? Honest to God I don’t know what I was expecting. It’s been awhile since I bought any album, awhile since I bought an album from a male artist, even longer since I have bought a pop contemporary album (mainly because you can download it off, there’s only a coupl

I think that I have been reduced to summarizing the week these days with happenings of whatever and another strange thing is, there is nothing too interesting to talk about. Have I come to the end of the road for my blog? After a year++ of bitching and writing crap, there’s nothing more to talk about. There’s just so much one can blog about bags and latest loot. Though I have to say that I have gotten some lately…maybe will save that for a later entry. Maybe it’s just the work. I was abit stressed out or rather adopted whatever attitude on one particular crappy day. The thing is, everyday day in day out we dealt with shit and like I told my colleague, it is the same shit but just different arse. It gets a bit tiresome – the neverending revisions on the artwork. Visual going to final artwork and then thrown back to visual again. I think I am spending most of my precious youth doing endless and almost useless amendments and coupled with the fact that K is still not playing her part as t

You know how it is when everyone has their own guilty pleasures; mine was discovered recently as I’ve found myself addicted to watching the so called reality series – The Hills. I wasn’t too impressed with the original which it received its spin off from – Laguna Beach but anyone who watches E! and everything US gossip would know its impact on television. However due to boredom and my sad life and something or another I found myself catching it religiously over the weekend. Anyway, the show is about this girl Lauren moving from Laguna to Hollywood Hills to pursue her studies in fashion while juggling an intern job at Teen Vogue and all the dramas, love and relationship and catfight that every decent young adult should go through on television. What is interesting would be her relationship with a so called friend and house mate Heidi. Coming down to the third season in US, they are no longer friends because Heidi chose to move out and be with this loser scum like boyfriend called Spenc