I am Thompson Boy

As I looked back at the week that has past, I really don't know what I am feeling exactly. I know it's sad that these days I have been reduced to just recap but the whole week has been fucking busy for me. I know...even Cookie is less than amused with me being busy this busy that but really...I am. Busy but happy. So just to clear everything out, I have been caught with some planning work and have to juggle them between what I called my day job which is the execution bit and running out. Sometimes I wished I could just concentrate on one thing but that's just life. Challenges and that's the way I like it. I am actually writing this as I parked my ass in Pavilion's Starbucks (which btw their service is extremely slow hence congratualations for setting the record for the longest waiting time for drink to be prepared) and I am not saying that as a flaunt. Anyone can afford an RM10++ drinks these days anyway. So it's refreshing to be out of my house for once to just...

How do you squeeze a whole week of experiences into words? I guess with my usual bantering style I wouldn’t have too much problem but somehow there’s just so much on my mind that I don’t know where to start. If it was work I would normally start off with a recap of what has happened or last said so it has to be busy busy last week because I had to leave for training over Friday and lasted until Sunday evening. By then I was really tired emotionally, mentally (which was both very good) and also physically because of abit of partying that we did but that’s another story. Come Monday morning while still being abit raw there was a need to mad rush over work and somehow I found it hard to concentrate. Coupled that with the fact that though I was ok, nobody around me were and I can’t help being pulled into their problems. Maybe I have this new attitude of care which is why I was worried about someone at work – that someone is the nicest person on earth and I can’t help but to feel more t...

It’s oh so quiet December Neither warm nor cold can I feel Noel’s twinkle shines not on me Its Illumination not reflected from me Just another season to get by A long journey ahead called time It’s not like I am the desperate type Will get long fine by and by But if I can muster up the courage To face the cold as the brave Chances on you I take From this winter I would break But then I am nothing more than myself And that’s all there is to give and tell In mid December quiet and dark The only cold is my heart

It’s funny how sometimes a little of taste or scent can bring you back to a certain period of time in your life, evoke warm and fuzzy feelings within and make you feel as if one can’t turn back time then this will be the next best thing. To me, it would be my mother’s cooking that makes it taste and feel like home, the scent on someone’s else body or it could even be your friends. I mean BO aside, everyone do have their own distinctive scent – a concoction of beauty or fabric product that they used at home. By next January, it would be exactly 6 years since I’ve first met C. I have talked about him a couple of times before. During one of the little time that we spend with each another, he left an impression or rather scent on me that have lasted since then. He is a big fan of buying various perfumes (technically, it’s not a perfume because it’s not Eau De Parfum but Eau De Toilette but we Malaysian don’t care, do we?) and stuff and really into those manly types (which suits his perso...