I am Thompson Boy

Tomorrow will be away, full day for training. Remember boys and girls, a good company is a company that send you for training, without much clause or terms and conditions. They invest on human resource. And they only send you if they think you have the potential. Never stay in one that is cheapskate for nothing. Understand if the company is small and not making alot. But big companies, that's just no excuse. Now when will I get that overseas training? Grrrr......

This is something old which was shared a little while back then, this video by The Onion News Network fictionalize a terrible future in which the cinemas exploded with Katherine Heigl films due to some accident, with her usual selections of shitty rom coms. With titles like There & Back (ala Up In The Air), The Love CEO (pairing with usual suspect Paul Rudd), 30Love, Like Sisters, Holidaze, Venus & Mars (with Bradley Cooper) and other rubbish titles. Fictional it may be, for those who are exposed to hazardous crap like these all the time, you couldn't help but wondered if there is some truth to it. To me, the genre of rom com truly died when I was forced to go through the very ugly Ugly Truth. I managed to guess the set up of the ending before the movies ends and that goes to show how formulaic it has become. Sure, these days it's abit more about being gritty with the likes of Hitch and He's Not That Into You but it doesn't change the fact that the movies has b

Okay, so you complained about working on Saturday. I said you get paid overtime. Alot of us and you in the past didn't get paid. He said they are doing things that were not necessary. I am not disagreeing but from the point of the view of the boss, he wants to go further. He always do. Has to prove himself worthy in front of many bigger agencies. Besides who are we to say what's wrong or what's right when he is smart enough to secure one of the biggest client in the country and pay your salary? I am like whatever. Till he said keep in touch. Uhm. Ok whatever. I've found you a job. That's the end of it. Really, I couldn't be bothered. I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want but I really can't. There is just no more feeling. What an apt picture

With a name like McQueen, you're destined to go somewhere in life. That name might not be household worthy prior (to the masses) to the collection known as Plato's Atlantis (for you poptarts, those crazy shoes and almost snake like costume from GaGa's Bad Romance video) but it made two headlines after that - his sudden death and that dress for the Royal Wedding. I've been following him on and off over the years and only know his works from the surface, his skeleton print scarves and knuckle duster clutch which has now become a fashion staple and of course his romantic, intricate and dramatic fashion sensibility. He is always playing on the dark side and what is considered ugly and grotesque, he finds beauty. So glad to own a nicely curated book on his collection and exhibition at the Mets - even if I can't afford anything else from the genius known as McQueen.

One of the many little perks from serving a Scandinavian based company would be of course the supply of Scandiboys working on special or new projects. And sometimes, one of us sluts would be lucky enough to be assigned to such projects. I am not one of those sluts but have been labeled a skank before when we were busy going on and on about how good looking our previous CEO is. Tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. Really, nothing to hate. I think I might have to agree with Hitler just on that part. Kidding kidding...no one should agree with him but you get the dirty drift. So we went on and on about how proud we are to see him on papers compared to the usual ugly and fat bosses and not just good looking, he is pretty much a people person. He even said hi to me in the lift...hahah...I don't think he know who I am but rather the company that I am working for. No idea what is it with them and the whole lot Scandinavian country that everything seems proper, clean, healthy, happy happy joy j

Will anyone just pass me any articles on how slow Internet is bad for health? It's been so freaking slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww at work. Can't even look at cute guys pic. What more work? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! So fuck this shit label-worthy

At the risk of sounding absolutely superficial, I struggled with posting this. On one hand, this is what I am going through, what I like and this blog is all about me. Why should I care what people think? Then on another, I cringed, looking back at some of the things that I've wrote and I can fully appreciate how I can came across to be many things. Then again, you live you learn. That's the plus of being older :) You do think faster than you act though I am still trying to master that. But I digress. What others think is not everything but I of all people should know better and first impression do count. It's like abit like branding. Well, everyone has their own weaknesses and this is of one mine. I love like something fun, something vintage and above all, uncommon. I won't spend that kind of money yet though it's absolutely worth it. Yes yes, there are alot of poor people out there or I can do this and that with my money, yes I know it. Which is why I am not click

This might sound like a no brainer but really while he is one of the best looking Asian male out there, I am not like super crazy about him. If you know me by now, you would know that I am not into that longish hair that he's been keeping for awhile. Short hair does it for me...and plus he has the capacity and capability to keep some decent facial hair so that's extra plus plus for me. But what striked a chord in me would be these pictures, candidly taken in Cannes this year. Love how the sunlight hit the fact, he's not super pale like most Chinese dudes (okok, so he's not exactly Chinese but...), it's almost like a healthy glow meets mini tanish (ok some might argue it's the oil on the face but whatever!) Love love love! Credit: http://00o00.blogspot.com/2011/05/takeshi-kaneshiro-at-64th-annual-cannes.html

I can't help but watch the video that has been circulating around my FB (I am not sure if everyone is turning liberal or that I have too many gay friends which I am sure I don't but aaaaanyway)and I have to say that despite everything, I don't like it at all. Don't get me wrong and give me the "I am gay I am supposed to be supportive argument". I don't question the intent and content of the video but I am very much against the creative expression and execution. It's almost corporate bank/insurance commercial like, which makes it very ad-landish (a term used for the typical look and feel of ad which has become so generic like for eg: using good looking models only or in the past, pan asian). I wished it was more real. The passing of balloons, the pink shirts and come on, how many parents would be happy to see their son putting on makeup? They skipped all the dramas and go straight into happy days. It's abit too Utopia and happy happy joy joy me...a

François-Henri Pinault, born May 28, 1962 (1962-05-28) (age 48) in Rennes, Brittany, France, is a French businessman and the chief executive officer of PPR. He is the son of the company's founder, businessman François Pinault. He is also known as Salma Hayek's baby daddy. For those who doesn't know, PPR owns The Gucci Group which consist of the following: * Gucci * Bottega Veneta * Yves Saint Laurent * Balenciaga * Alexander McQueen (50%) * Boucheron * Sergio Rossi * Stella McCartney (50%) Can you imagine being decked in Balenciaga every single day? I can so die. So he's not the hottest man around but whats inside his pocket is hot. Besides Daddy Frankie is not that bad looking, kinda like an older Daniel Craig. And the name...François...it's like poetry....NO, it's not pronounced as Frankois. Go learn your French!

I just want to continue from where I left off on changing and changes. One of the biggest issue that I had with HIM (the so called ex) was that he felt I was changing to suit him alot - since when it's bad thing eh? But seriously when you are with someone, there's such thing called compromise and I believe changes is one of it. You have no choice but to shed certain things about yourself which to be truthful not very nice. I always believe in changing for better - sure you are not yourself anymore but who is, with experiences and ages, no one stays the same forever so the arguement of me changing and not being myself is pretty much BS. While I was doing all the change, it took me awhile to see that he was changing and even if he was, it was for the worst. Before we got together, he didn't own an iPhone. After getting one, comes all the Grindr shit. Yes, I call it shit because he never lay his eyes or attention off it. The thing that irritates me most is not that because he

The thing with my life is that I seem to pick up things that I've read and observed along the way and somehow allowed it to gets into me and got me thinking about many aspects of how life is and should be. But then it's not like I am forever sitting down there, figuring things...I can be shallow and just shut off my brain when I want to. One thing that gotten into me of late was through reading this book (I won't get into the depths of it) and the author was trying to tell me how he struggled through the years by being cranky and unhappy over a miserable childhood - I got to admit that minus the miserable childhood, we shared alot of similiarity and while it took him up to his 60s to realise that, I am begining to think about what makes me truly happy and the illusion of it. I have always maintained that I am fairly ok, happy and doesn't complain much. But that seemed to be far from truth. I guess that's another thing about being in your 30s, you start thinking abou

One other thing that I've noticed has changed when it comes to age is the 3 letter word - sex. As I was going through my diary , besides the usual thing that I've discovered about myself, I realised that I used to have so much more sex back then. Now airing my panty in the public is not what I really want to do but let's face it, sex is important and everyone does it. Those who choose not to admit it is just lying but it's their choice. There's nothing wrong about keeping it personal nor being a prude, I am not against them!!! So going back to sex, someone did this text on me the other day: Hey, do u mind meeting up even tho i think u r not my type? I'm horny... Honestly that's the best revenge that one can get. After all it doesn't feel great being rejected by a) a person who didn't take the time to even get to know you and b) a person whom you weren't even really interested at the first place. So now I have the last laugh by just ignoring the t

One of the good thing about writing a diary is that when you actually look back, there will be fun thing to look and poke at. Well I don't religiously write one, it's just that I jot down things from time to time and boy I nearly had a heart attack reading and flipping through the pages (you have to understand those were the early blogging days...most of it circa 04 till 06). I can't believe that I was really: 1. Needy 2. Unhappy 3. Unsure about everything 4. Hopeless when it comes to men 5. Always whining and longing And the worst thing is, I thought I was being cute. Bah! More like gross. I don't know how my friends tolerated my nonsense, even I can't stand my old self. But the good thing is, things has changed (or have they?). At least I hope I've changed and move on to be a better person. Sure I am still abit moody now and then but I am surely happier now....right? So I am still hopeless when it comes to men but it's not something to fret about as well.

That's the thing about me - while I might gag at the most superificial sugary sweet fake scenes from movies, I can still appreciate romances as and when it comes. That also doesn't make a 100% grinch as yet, I still believe in love and things sometimes do happen. So joining billions of viewers last Friday, I was deemed unavailable at work (almost changed my out of office email status) and parked myself at one of the room with Astro and sat there watching the live telecast of that wedding while bitching away with another friend about the fashion and the faux pas. It was indeed a beautiful ceremony and I can't understand why people have to be grinchy about - just as much as I can't understand why people would want to line up for a product that cost just the same if you buy it today or tomorrow - it's all marketing tactic, limit the quantity and suddenly everyone turns into the zombie for the cult of Jobs. Anyway, as usual I digress. So it's abit of wedding overkil