I am Thompson Boy

The thing I really like about all those LinkWithin is that when you actually own a blog that span more than a few years, it takes you back to many many memories. To be perfectly honest, I am really really tired of things around me. Too tired and busy to comment. But life goes on, no? But yeah, looking back did offer some sort of escapism (if there is even such word at all) There's this one particular time when I bitched about a person who gave me hell at work and till now I will never forgive him for being the bitch that he is - despite him claiming that he gave me a chance and jumpstarted my career. Well, honey you didn't want to hire me at the first place, it was out of desperation and I was cheap. I am not ashamed to say that I was hired under those circumstances...it was the jolt that I needed. I got where I am today through hardwork and not cocksucking up like you and your cronies. People whom you think are talented can't even crack half of what I am doing. I've n

So as some of you might be aware, I was or rather still am in the process of helping HIM find a job and something did crop up albeit not the greatest thing on earth but still good. I've never imposed upon HIM to take anything that I helped source but rather asked HIM to choose whats best and right for HIMSELF. But I was quite pissed when a contact asked me why HE didn't reply when HE promised to do. I thought HE would go and negotiate on some of the terms and HE didn't. In the name of BUSY. It's not the first time I heard that excuses before. Took HIS time to send out the resume etc. I mean seriously DUDE, where are your priorities? Busy with what you may ask? Busy with either HIS current crappy job (which btw, HE never needs to work beyond 7.30 and it's crappy so why bother?)or entertaining this or that friend. Don't get me started on the friends or the social life or the gym. Anyway, it's all whatever to me now. I've stuck my neck out for HIM and the

Dear God, I thank you for all that I am and all that you are and all that you have given me. You have continued to bless me through it all and despite me being less deserving more and more. There were many times that I do not understand why certain things happen but I must never lose sight that they always happen for a reason. Sure there are always discontent and wanting more. There's always what I am getting is not good enough and nothing seems to satisfy this insatiable hunger within me but I've learnt to be thankful what you have given me. It might not be conventional but it's good. I have a great life and it looks like it will be good in a long run. I thank you for everything and only ask of one thing - never let me lose sight of things and always, always thankful for all the blessings in my life. Amen Photo credit: http://nunetherlands.wordpress.com/2008/11/05/restaurateur-beaten-up-by-83-year-old-nuns/

Weekends are quite strange - some live for it while others have nothing to do and pretty much treat it like just any other day. Personally I never really did have anything bad or overly good to say about them except that it's nice. Back in the days, my weekends were usually pretty much confined to home (lots of sleeping and eating) or the occasional outings with Upstairs Bitch - lots of smoking and shopping. Of late (if I really have to be honest, it's been going on for a few years now) I have been hanging out with Queen Bitch since both of us are single and pretty much with all the time in the world. It's always nice to have a company - as miserable as both of us were and I would do the usual sleeping over and then we'll call it a weekend by Sunday evening. Besides the usual go and eat something or park ourselves infront of the TV, there is also some time being spent by the pool. The thing about me is that I do like myself looking very much tanned indeed. Not orangy or

No pun intended: 1. I used to smoke but I am now over it. 2. A picture (or two, three, four) might say a little too much and yes while it has cigarettes innit doesn't mean I have fallen off the wagon. I am NOT back to smoking. 3. Yes, HE dumped me but that doesn't mean I am back to smoking. That doesn't mean I want HIM back or we will be back together. 4. I am still working and doing what I do best, just a little unhappy. That's all. But I am not smoking. 5. I am still drinking and shopping and buying too much things but I am still not smoking. Err...that's all.

I believe something are destined. I wasn't feeling really up to anything (given the fact it was Monday) and it was pouring as I dashed back home. The mood wasn't that great as it is, the usual pub like always filled with the same sort of people, doing the same sort of thing - neck down, hands up, all eyes on their iCrack. Nevermind. Then there's the annoying cigarette smoke, yes it's annoying to me that in a group of ten, I am the sore thumb out not puffing out anything. Hence my clothes and lungs naturally inherit all the second hand smoke. Fine. So went back and try to tinker around before I go to bed. I fell deeper and deeper in what I suspect as depression. Yes, children. I am officially depressed and I am stuck there. So fuck that diet. Went and ate instant noodle in the middle of night. And had a banana as well while I was at it. Then I was happy for awhile. Can sleep. Best. I know this is hardly attractive but I don't care. There's alot of things that I d

We were supposed to go there. I wanted to so the last time but it was packed. Now you are there with someone else. It's none of my business, of course. We will never be there. Photo credit: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/

Time does more than just passes and before you know it, days are getting older and nights become colder. It is also making my wounds heal better and it doesn't hurt as much as it used to anymore. Right now, I no longer afraid of going to bed. As I lay my head down in the darkness with my right cheek on the pillow, I stared at the void next to me where another head used to lie. It didn't feel as empty and eerie as it used to and I don't wondered as much what kind of life you are living now that we are apart. Somehow, sometime and in the midst of that darkness without much realisation it seems that the ghost of you has left. And it haunts me no more. Maybe it has been replaced with another kind of nightmare. Ghost Smoke // Picture Credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/olkaprod/5437890601/

Have a good weekend boys and girls! Photo Credit: Homotography Photographer: AlvaroVillarrubia Model: AntonioAnuk

Maybe I should stop using tags like reflections and pondering...seems like every post here one way or another falls under those category, no? Anyway I digress alot, don't I? Recently I am helping the....well technically I can't call him ex though that's Queen Bitch label him. But anyway, I will use the word HIM. Where was I? Yup, so I am helping in the job department and it actually started before he dumped me. I was very concerned about the path that HE is taking in HIS current place and have always urged HIM to rejoin agency. Being a creative person, it's important to build a proper portfolio and HE's not getting any younger. The creative industry is rather unforgiving when it comes to a few things: age and also lack of awards/proof of good work so when you care for someone and if you are from the same background, that is the sort of thing that you do. I supposed my friends or friend will kill me if they find out that I am still helping HIM. Maybe you can say that

Dear XXX, Thank you for your email. The Alexander McQueen Enamel skull ring is a perfect touch to a grunge inspired outfit! We can advise you that this great ring only comes in one size. The measurements have been included below: * Width 0" / 1cm * Circumference 2" / 5.5cm We have reserved this great ring for 24 hours for you to consider, simply log into your account and click on my Special Orders to proceed. We hope this information proves helpful. Kind regards, Daniel Fashion Advisors Chech! I emailed to ask if they have the ring in other sizes and all I got in reply is this crap? Who the hell care about "perfect touch to a grunge inspired outfit!" I already know it will be the "perfect touch" for me. Just NOT the right size bloody hell! And I laughed at the last bit of the email. LOL. At least that got me laughing in the morning. P.s this is not the ring ler...a clutch by the late McQueen from his Smoke collection

Changes they said is a task equivalent to leopard changing its spot but to me, this season in particular there is a lot of leopard prints going around in different patterns and colors and so how can it be hard? Ok, so maybe it's a little harder when it comes to certain things like smoking. But I am actually happy to say that I've managed to quit. Well, quit might be a big word as I still indulge in half stick or a puff or two on bad day (very far and few in between) but buying them or getting back to them? Never again. To be honest, I haven't really cheated for more than 4 months and one for the reason for doing so is over a man. Yes, as superficial as it may sound but it's true and at least it worked. For years I have been trying quit well knowing full well the affects of long term smoking but back then when you are younger, cancer and illness are the last thing on your mind. I have been smoking since I was 21 years old and graduated to heavyweight in my mid 20s and th

Over the years I have seen cringeworthy stuff from marketeers..either no thanks to their agency or just plain stupdity of the brand custodian. Collect all here and laugh over it, no? why so serious lar But for the 1st edition, it's hardly a laughing matter. Certain subjects are delicate and should not be tread on without thinking which why I've reserved my comments on what recently happened . I am not clever enough to say anything so I've avoided saying anything at all - the golden rule. More often that not...this kind of gimmick, trying desperately to tie it back to a product end up leaving a bad taste, more than anything else. So marketeers...beware!!! Stop it!! Stub it!!

1. Have dinner/or a meal in the public...by yourself? I didn't think it's such a bad thing but then again I don't really eat out. To me, it's more of a social thing. If I am by myself, I would usually just 'dapao' and eat at home, in front of the TV. Unless of course I am on a holiday and have too much time to kill. Even that, I would rather go around shopping or something 2. Watch a movie...alone Done that and have no issues with that. I don't see the point of watching movies with tons of people, you can't talk. Just sit there quietly in the dark. 3. Shop...alone Best! Though sometimes a second opinion is nice to have...else, it's just me on my time looking at what I want and no need to wait for anyone or see things that I don't care for. 4. Spend Christmas/New Year or whatever important dates...alone Again, I don't really see the big deal with these dates as much as Christmas is rather an important date for me. Just another day I suppose 5.

As I was saying about how things doesn't really change - it's basically same shit but different ass got me thinking about my spending habit. No matter how much I've grown and earn, there never seem to be enough. There is always the constant craving for more and more. The only difference is that I exercise more restrain as I get older. I mean money will always come in, month in and month out but time will eventually run out and then what? The only thing sadder than an old gay man is a poor old gay man. Besides, one gotta maintain the lifestyle, no? It just amazes me how people just throw their caution into the wind and buy first, charge it and think later. I can never do that. As much as say for example I want this or that item...I do think about it for awhile just to be sure if I want it. More often than not, by the time I decides to pull the plunge, usually sold out or out of size. Which isn't a bad thing. One really need to think about saving money more seriously. I

To be realistic and frank with you, I recently met up with him in the name of passing something to him (and him passing something to me) and it wasn't all that innocent. Granted that I missed him really bad, so seeing him once again is some sort of relief for me. It started off really simple, I told him that I will call him to give him the low down on something he is working on and he has no plans and asked if we can meet up since passing back stuff is something high on his list (perhaps for the we-don't-want-to-owe-each-another-anything feeling but I think he won't be able to return back everything - mainly all the love that I've given him. Not so much the stuff that I bought for him. I am classier than that...I won't ask for anything back nor be calculative about it) He was naturally as sexy and as cute as ever. Still the same boyish face that I fell for. We talked about anything and everything when finally I approached the subject on our breakup. There's alot

I am serious and I think that I am right when I said previously that I have truly come full circle and really back at where I started. Albeit much older, sightly richer in terms of monetary and experience but everything else is the same. Maybe same ala same script different cast but not so much as time stood still kinda same. Let's recap: 1. I used to want alot of things, some of these things has changed (I'm classier now ok, no more Coach) and back then I've just stopped at want. Now I want them and I buy them. That's the good thing about being old and working hard and actually having money 2. I used to be unhappy and uncertain about life and work Now I have found a place to be happy, both life and work - for the longest time I am a happy single and have accepted myself for who I am and who I will be. In fact, I've plans for one. Not two. I have a career now and actually doing well. Not many are happy with their work and I am truly blessed in that department 3. Fr