I am Thompson Boy

There is something that has been bothering me for sometime now and I have yet to really open up to girls about it and I think it’s about time to fess up once and for all. This goes back to a few months ago where I had a privilege of getting to know this nice fella and it was only a few weeks ago that we actually met up for a drink thing. Of course we promised to go on an actual date some day and till now, it has yet to materialize. I mean after dating or nearly getting for a few years now has taught me that this some day date thing if not pursued, will eventually turn into a never thing. However instead of being hot on the heels going after him, I took my time and well, I call him once in awhile, we exchange text messages and so on and so forth but nothing really took off. I guess I didn’t do enough and I know I didn’t. I have been complaining for the longest time that you cannot find a nice decent average looking guy in the city with a few brain cells and can speak alright English and...

I was a lucky participant on one of those weekends where you feel like doing nothing but eventually ended up fulfilling some family obligation by attending someone’s wedding. Lucky because I actually made it out of the house considering the stupid not feeling card that I was holding over the week, there will be more of that later I promise you. Anyway, I only made it for the tea ceremony and upon going into the house I felt as though half of Europe loyalty was there, the usual Vuitton, Burberry, Gucci and Fendi graced the occasion on the arms of these women whom I suspect couldn’t half pronounce the names of the bag that they are carrying let alone know the story and craftsmanship behind them. I couldn’t swing my arm without hitting at least two woman with Vuitton’s Speedy and another few with monogram bags. Usually, it would be quite a spectacle and jolly good time for me to be in the rooms of designer babies that I can feast my eyes upon instead of looking bored and uninspired. Howe...

Yes I do! It's nice to see some familiar faces (you go girl!) in the midst of all these thrash that kids like...I mean like who the fuck is this slag Miley? I mean I can understand if she's pretty and hot but she isn't. Her face is flat and talentless. Talentless is forgivable but pretending to be otherwise is just crap. I like my popstars slutty and all. No point pretending to not like cock when she obviously do (just google for all her 'scandal' pictures).How about these Jonas Brothers (eyerolling pretending to be good Christian shit stint on Oprah, like puh lezzz, they obviously banged all their groupies) or worst still, Porcupine head aka Tokio Hotel, like hello, what kind of name is that? They probably spend more time on makeup and hair than their music. Then again, what music? The 90s was fabulous. At least we have pop groups who never pretended to be anything else but pure manufactured talentless music machine. It was all about slutty and sex. Not like these ...

Right, so I am a lil crazy about knitwear lately esp the duffle styled ones that I saw from Pringle. Common sense tells me that I will be fried if I were to attempt wearing them in KL but look at the button details. Too bad most of them are made from wool which means its light and warm at the same time. And the cost? Don't even get me started. (hint cost half of a Mulberry bag :() Duffle Styled Non Duffle but still look damn good

When a gal like me has everything going for me and nothing else is at wants, what more can I rant or write? Perhaps it’s true that you would have the most opinions and angers when you are younger but at a certain age and time of your life, things are going on so rosy that you have no major complains but to sit down and sip everything in like a wonderful afternoon tea by the porch. Sure there is always the government to complain about but then you have plenty of opinions and blogs flying around screwing this party or that party. All I know is that we are all screwed with whichever party that takes over and the only party that we can all trust is party. I’ve never been at any time of my life so satisfied with everything as I am now and couldn’t help but to wonder if there’s anything more. Of course there will always be this bag or that jacket or this accessory to buy but that’s just by passing and not some soul shattering and life changing event or things that is worth pondering life ove...