I am Thompson Boy

One of the best thing about being a single twenty something or rather late one at it , living in a city and earning considerably decent amount of money with no care in the world is the ability to do what I like and make the choices that I want. One case for matter is that ironing a pile of clothes nearly and always does kill me and hence I’ve decided to stop even though I am halfway towards finishing. I mean, I have enough in the closet to last me for a month anyway so why push myself over something so trivial? How about when you feel like pigging out in KFC or the sudden rush of finishing work as soon as possible and take the fastest route to the mall for a session of therapy – you can just do it and be far from apologetic about it. However there is some things that even a self proclaimed fabulous single twenty something have to do and more than often it comes either as part of the job or just the because one has to be adult or man about it. I have to confess that again of late, m...

Of late, there’s just way too many on goings that went right being upfront uncomfortable down to my very veins and nerves. The people in general have welcomed a new arrival and change with anticipation and hope for the better. The best thing about being a human is that we have hope that afloat and carry us through all the difficult time to beyond. But it is with this same hope that many were lost in mission for hunt of the pasture that has more green. It is also the same hope for change that never materialize for the Cuban when Castro seize the government and you can still watch those black and white clips of people dancing and celebrating on the street. The future and possibilities were endless. Fast forward to HD TV and Internet TV age, nothing much has change; people are still poor and still hoping for change. But that’s just one instance and typically if it’s not the change in government then it would be the one in everyone’s daily lives. At least it doesn’t wait for every four...

Something has got me alarmed yesterday as I was driving a colleague back from lunch. We chatted about many things and it went about to my love for all things material or specifically bags. I assumed nothing until the topic went to how my love for arm candies is universally known via my blog. Now it's no secret that I have an addiction but I know not that anyone from work actually reads my blog. Okay, so I didn't go through all the lengths to hide things and choose to speak about them bluntly but there are a couple of things here and there that I won't want some people to know especially when it was in reference to them. Though it was the truth but it doesn't sound very nice and I don't think anyone can handle them. Hell, even I can't handle it myself sometimes. So nonchalantly I've asked her how did she came across my blog and apparently someone whom we knew mutually has shared it with her. I really can't think of anyone who would know about them apart ...