I am Thompson Boy

So I am back again in the four walls of corporate prison just when a few days back all I have to worry about is making it back to the hotel in time to shower or chill downstairs at the lobby with other people who are chilling, namely topless Aussies and such while enjoying a bottle or two or three or four drinks before dinner. Just watching the cars past by and children and adults go by their life, walking along the lane. I supposed we are quite a sight for sore eyes - in the midst of a long quiet and dark street, suddenly you have people chiling in front of the porch, smoking and drinking. It's all very relaxed and to me, thats just what heaven should be. Or least retirement. Speaking of good things, well it ended lar but that's not my point...I am talking about relationship. But for those who doesn't knows me, I did a post previously on scent and true to what I've said, I have recently aquired a new bottle from my trip back 'hometown'. It is certainly dead ex...

He is my inspiration. He is the reason why I came into this line of work. And stayed as long. He is the person I have the utmost respect and yes, love for. Sorry Mad Men but this is the real deal. The real McCoy. He is David Ogilvy. *lights up a ciggie*

By the time this is up, I am well in my hometown having a couple of days off and probably drinking the night away. That's the time about going back home. You think and plan for the next trip even before one trip is over. You look out for cheap promo flights whenever you can and long for that day when you can just throw everything into a bag and hop and skip and before you know it, you are on board. Back at home, the sight, sound and smell are different, you can almost feel the energy bursting from it and yet you are relaxed and almost at ease despite all the on-goings. You go to your fav stall, your favourite shop and do almost nothing and will also rush to do almost everything that you've done before. There's just no way to describe home. It's not for all the cheap thrills or opportunity to behave shamelessly but it's about coming to a place where your heart really is. And that is home to me.

A little background for you fashion backward people, Bruce Pask is the male fashion editor for T Magazine/New Times Magazine. He is quite the darling in the street fashion circuit and I noticed him no thanks to how cute (at least to me)he looked. Sure he is not hot daddy, Nick Wooster or super stud aka Milan Vukmirovic but his easy style really got to me. It's so nonchalant and almost natural. Coupled that with nice facial hair, I am so sold. I am so having a major fashion envy/crush now that it's not funny. My friends - now when people ask me who is my ideal guy, Bruce will be the one. I heart you Bruce!

Who would have thought? I simply bid and I won. Of course I am not that fierce but girl, you better werk!!!! Jesus..and the net-a-porter sale has not even started yet! God bless my bank account!

So on the subject of father that I find many sore points, not just from me but from my experience and what I see around me. But then that's expected anyway, mothers are a lot closer to to the sons and esp gay sons and its even more difficult to have some sort of decent relationship with your male parent if you are gay. I am no doctor or expert so I won't go down the road of analysing the whys and hows but I do have to say that maybe some of the things that the so called expert said are true. Well, who knows since I don't really try and dwell in such things. I rather just get on with it and move on. My philosophy is very much of I don't disturb you, you don't disturb me and we shall live happily ever after. Don't get me wrong, my old man did alot for me and I wouldn't be the person and where I am without his help. Alot of his help but great relationship between us was and is never ever going to happen. One has to at least accept that to move on and make thing...

I must admit that I have been very lucky, to this I don't know who I owe it to apart from my parents the fact that I am able to see many places and travel all around without any need for financial stability and all in all, everything is taken care of. I am not in wants for anything apart from getting some shopping money prepared. And that my friend is just merely of wants and not really neccesary. One of my earliest and fondest experience is with a country up North which made me convinced that I must have been a native there in my past life. I have since then continued to visit various provinces of that country and I love every sound, sight, smell of that place. That is of course till I visit another place, still North but a little further to the West. Seriously, it's the most wonderful place on earth. I can know understand why Jolie love it so much. It's magnificent and beautiful, raw and yet old. I felt so right at home there and then. I must come back again. It's jus...

So I finally pull my arse up and went for running the other day. It felt good. In fact so good that it kinda put me in the mood for skanking but alas, there is nobody and nothing to skank with. I wasn't expecting to feel tired and in fact I knew that I will feel better at work - yes, running in the morning before work. Somehow I find no more excuse not to do so considering I only leave for work at 9ish in the morning. Yes, lucky whore. But that triggered it most was the fact that I could no longer fit into my 1K suit and since I am a cheapskate, while I embraced being fatter, I cannot stand the fact that I cannot fit into that expensive pants which btw, I have gotten the mileage back yet from it. I think all in one I have only worn it 3 times. Max. So there, I am fat and I am planning to go down enough to fit into those darn size 30 pants. Just barely enough. Other than that, I couldn't care about anything. So when I was reading some hoola boola circulating among gay blogs abou...

Really, life is trying to tease me. Or kill me. Or both. I really can't decide. First, it was this slighty Chinese (very rare!) maturish cub-ish guy - short haired, glasses and with facial hair at lunch that I couldn't stop staring at and I have to bump into him again on the very same day at my usual watering hole. The whole night I was thinking about all the nasty things that I want to do to him. Back at home, I saw a message from this other Chinese maturish, short haired, glasses and with facial hair fella. And he likes executive type with facial hair. I knew I will be in trouble. Be still my heart.

So I spent my early Saturday morning today at the client's for some work - this is the 2nd Saturday and looks to me like it's going to be from time to time. It's not really hard work, more like done as a favour to them and I have to confess that I was feeling a little nervous speaking in front of 40+ kids but kids are easy to trick. I was more worried about not being able to wake up on time on the weekend. Right after that, I headed to a mall and seriously, by the time I was there around 11ish, all the parking spots were gone. I really couldn't fanthom how people can spend their weekends at the mall, esp one that is perpetually crowded like that one. Ok, I have to confess I did spent unreasonable time at the mall when I was dating Him but anyway that's one of the many stupid things people do when they think they are in love. Going back, I took a drive via some old roads to avoid traffic jam, down the lane where I used to live. Things didn't change much. It was s...

Seems like after coming back from my hols, there's just no mood anything much. Sure I am little sick due to the fact that I was sick before I went for my leave and the walking around under the sun doesn't help and usually when you travel you tend to drink less water plus fatigue from all the walking amounts to a very weak body. But I have been very good boy - drinking lots of water, calling it a day early and also been surviving on things that are generally soup and tasteless. I have a feeling thats what I will be doing for this weekend as well. Rest, watch some TV and chill. Then maybe I will figure out what I am doing or maybe not. Who knows, before I can get that figured out I will be away for another trip in roughly two weeks time. Yay!

Who the hell is this Aaron Schock but before that let me serve you with something important as this post is useless without a picture. A topless picture. Naturally. From Wikipedia: Aaron Schock (born May 28, 1981) is the United States Representative for Illinois's 18th congressional district, serving since 2009. He is a member of the Republican Party. The district is based in Peoria and includes part of Springfield. At the age of 30, Schock is currently the youngest U.S. Representative and one of the first members of the U.S. Congress born in the 1980s. Schock received an unusual amount of coverage for a freshman congressman, much of it focusing on his youthful appearance. For example, he was selected "hottest freshman" congressman in February 2009 reader poll on The Huffington Post. Schock has been frequently targeted by TMZ.com reporters since his arrival in Washington. In 2009, Schock appeared on The Colbert Report, during which the host, Stephen Colbert – making fun o...

I've been looking forward to this trip for awhile now and by the time this is up, I will be gone, gone, gone. Not for long of course. But it's better than nothing. Trips are the best thing on earth, even better than sex. Sex during holiday will be the bestest of best...naturally. Anyhow.... Can't wait to enjoy the holiday and came back again for another one...which is in another two weeks' time. Now that's double yay!

Part of the battle that I have to go through on a daily basis (nothing to do with work or food) besides trying to wake up to run is the fact that I have to restrain myself from buying yet another thing that I don't need. I have been clearing out my closet recently and selling off alot of great designer gears that I accumulated over the years thanks to the convenience of getting it from overseas and at a very cheap price. I guess the only good would be selling them without any loss or in some cases, making a profit from it because things in Malaysia are so heavily taxed that even an above average salary man like myself can't afford much. That I think is my biggest problem. It's so easy to go 'oh it's so expensive here in KL so that is worth it' or 'oh I will never find it here in KL' and before I know it, I am typing my card CVV numbers and clicking on place order. And don't even get started on how I should be rewarding myself because of the stress at...