I am Thompson Boy

I’ve found myself wishing that I was away instead of being where I were this late afternoon driving past the easy and lazy holiday traffic listening to Spiller. That tune Groovejet was of course a very big summer hit years ago and brings back the memories of being in an exotic distance land (as per the video). Just less than a week coming back from a holiday and I am not settling too well into the rhythm of things having just fully unpacked everything the day before. One thing is for certain, this coming week will be the actual assimilation into the usual pattern of work and life as hectic as it was coming back, I was caught up in the storm of a new campaign and immediately found myself in a back to back and round the clock two days outdoor shoot. The drive today was to have the first view of the footages which the director has put together for the 1 st round of approval. Everything looked fine and was going according to schedule and if only my mind were the same. This week also

You know how I want to just think about everything except for that certain four letter? Sometimes it just escapes me when I look around and see some either good looking guys or really nice people and can’t help thinking about the shoulda, woulda, coulda. I admit I am human too with needs occasionally to be hold and embraced as much as it is hard to believe. No exotic leather or patent print can replace the warmth of the human touch even though the classic bag would probably last longer than a relationship with one. I guess that’s alright because if the lifespan and excitement are the same as the latest ‘It’ bag then who am I to complain? There’s always some new stock to come and divert your attention away. Just like window shopping, I can’t help knowing some people or looking at them and half wishing for them to be mine. I know it’s crazy because I don’t even know them and yet here I am lusting over the illusion that I’ve created in mind on how good they would be for me and vice ve

Someone once said that with siblings you have no choice as you are born into it but with friends you can choose your own. With some many choices though, it begs to ask why some people are hanging around with those that are two faced, backstabbing and just plain what you should not be labeled as friends. I think the worst and the scary part of it all is that most people don’t even begin to have any idea what true friendship means at all and they call it friends. I mean how many best friends can a person have? Some see it as numbers or conquest. Some see it as a platform to grow their social circles so that they can be ever popular while others see it an opportunity to belong to any clique so that they won’t feel like a loser or outcast while others are scarily trying to keep their enemy close by befriending them. These tricks are not what you call friendship, it’s just pure evil or at some cases really really sad. But then I guess the friendship and all the feuds can be viewed