I am Thompson Boy

So I am back. It was tough. It was nice. It was bad. It was good. It was fun. It was scary. It was tiring. It was refreshing. In many ways, if I went for a hard skills type of training I would probably feel a lot of less. The soft skills always go deep into you. It was necessary to be away. Away from it all. Alot of amazing shit. Not bad shit that mess with your head but rather, alot of positive thing. Amazing self discovery. But my AHA moment came when I realised that despite me saying that I am a happy person - I wasn't. It was all saying. Sure I am better than your most self depreciating and moody gays but I am just slighty better. But instead of always comparing myself and thinking that I am ok, I am abit better but maybe it's time to look at it from the point that I am still far from being one. No wonder people don't really buy it. Alot of things that I find frustrating about myself is that people don't know me and that is because I am not coming across to them as

Can't wait. I know, I know, damn short post. But I am just way too busy. Going to be away later this week + weekend for training. No rest for the wicked. I just want lie by the pool and bath/bask in the sun.

Can't wait. Finally clicked on the confirm button. Took me awhile, it wasnt cheap. Yes, I am that chespskate. How do you think I can afford me expensive hobby? By saving on everything else lar!!! But I thought the whole point for this is self love and pampering. After all, I missed out on pampering myself for my 30th because I was too busy making someone else happy. So fuck him and let's talk about me. One week of bliss!

I think I started the week quite, not to say bad but rather unhealthy by having one too many drinks on Monday and it went on from 5 till midnight. It's not that hard if you really like drinking and sorry, I am not into all your girly vodka, mixers and all. Just ice cold beers and good single malt whiskey on the rocks. But that's not the point. The point is after drinking you will either be so drunk that you passed out like dead or dead hungry. Usually I ignore the late night hungry pangs but the next day I will usually feel like shit. The best cure for it is of course having something soupy. So instead of going straight to work, I decided the very next day to make a stop at a nearby coffeeshop to pack some nice noodles. The noodles are nice of course but what is nicer is that they have some nice yong tau foos to pick from and I will go for pork balls without thinking twice and these marvelous stuffed long beans. Yes, long beans...you wondered how they stuffed them? It's not

Just use your imagination. I heart specky guys!

Didn't manage to update much cause there's not much to update. Ok, so that's a lie but I am just too lazy. There is some work now and then that keeps me busy for awhile. This blog sometimes feel like a child, you feel guilty that you neglect it but you can't help but want to be free of the responsibilities and have a lil fun now and then and again and more. But what I felt was more important is that I only update when I have something to say, something important or nice to be shared. So no fillers. Sorry. Go out and have fun already!!!

I was caught by surpise one day during after work drinks to find out that a friend's friend had a major cruch on this writer of mine. I shouldn't use the term mine cause technically he doesn't belong to me and you'll have to excuse me because there are a couple of people who works exclusively with me and I usually use my this and my that. Anyway back to the topic - yes, so a friend's gay friend is really into him. And mind you, my writer is straight and married. And I thought I was the one only. I am not saying crush as much as a fan but yes, I do find him very interesting. He is smart and funny. Always comes out with great ideas and make me laugh. Really from the looks and all, you wouldn't look at him twice but after knowing him - he is like the most amazing person you'll ever meet and he's always sweet to everyone - I guess esp to the gays. Really, you can't help but fall for his sweetness. No worries cause I am not the deluded type, I enjoy his c

I am really tired (ok so I am done with the pitch and all) of the same shit all over again. Guess things has always been like that but I am tired of people using that damn rally or whatever propaganda that they believe it and make it the same battle cry for their work. So we are doing corporate campaign...this corporation is down to make money and not to be your sword but whatever lar. Just sick of it. This is one presentation that I am washing my hand over and I wouldn't mind it bombing. The origin of the idea was fucking fantastic but I don't know why some people have to make everything about politics these days. Since everyone is convinced that they are right then who am I to say anything? I don't want to say anything. Times like these, just be a pretty face or look at a pretty face to calm down. Now isn't THIS a pretty face?

Right now in town there is a couple of pitches going around (technically one just ended but) and these are big accounts - one Telco, one airline, one fast food and one media channel. So nearly every agency is working on it and trying to get some in the climate that is spending less and depending on global work and adaptation (recycle from other country). All these doesn't go to feeding us and also funding my bags. While I am already working on one of the biggest account in the country, I have been pitched in to help in one of the pitch. Oh well. It will be over soon. I hope we'll get it...not as though the money is rolling into my pocket but hey, more bags!!!

So I was in a situation that I felt like there is not much of a choice. Well to think about it again, there is always a choice. Just that whatever choice that I choose seemed to be no good for me. Case in point was the BOY posted a picture of his car, quite smashed up. I didn't know what to think. We were involved in a minoraccident when we were together and I can imagined how panickey he can get about it. Though he more gracious about it after compared to me. He is a careful driver but lousy. Especially under pressure. But the latest accident happened and he is alive enough to share it with everyone so I figured I couldn't be bothered. Besides he chosed not to give me his number after I lost all my contacts so why should I initiate contact, right? Then when I ask someone whom I am quite ok close to about him, she didn't know about the accident. All she mentioned was that he still talks about me now and then. Ok fine. So what do I do? Do I hate him that much to wish him ill

Carven, of the sleeping giants of Parisian fashion with rich history (among its peer like Balmain, Cardin) has been producing some very Parisian chic looks which is perfect for a girl like Alexa Chung (or girls who want to be cool as) under the helm of Guillaume Henry. For next Spring/Summer, finally we get something for the guys. And it's soooo dreamy. I know I can never posses that certain French je nais se quoi but a boy can always dream, no? >

People really have funny ways to describe friends. I mean I don't simply call or describe anyone as friend. One guy I knew said that I have an issue of 'friends' in the sense that I don't have enough. I know I have enough of them and apparently friends from work doesn't count. But that's only because he doesn't like anyone from work nor very close to them to begin with. I also suspect that they don't like him all that much either. But to him, it's about making lots of friends via social medias or apps and then meeting up with them whenever and whatever ocassion. So they keep in touch with their smartphone and flirt a little but really? I mean we go to a club and he was there to see his friends but do they hang out together? I don't know. When I go to a club with my friends, we are together. We buy drinks for each another and we talk, we danced, we smoked and do alot of crazy things together. So who really have friends and who doesn't? I am le

So what is it about people that they need to be in a group and do things "together-gether". Is it the fear of being labelled as an outcast or unwanted or even unpopular? Ever since we were a kid, even back in the days of being in a school the need to belong is so strong. Doesn't matter if you are in the group of weirdos or uncool kids, you are alright as long as you are in a group. I never had much trouble being in a group or whatever till high school that I found that people are more into their cliques than ever and when I lost mine (they are all older and graduated earlier)I can remember feeling rather lost as well. As though my support system has gone and I have no where to stand. It feels almost like an leper. Don't get me wrong, I know people and I talk to them but I guess somehow I was never close to anymore. But that's fine with me cause I am never the type that hangs out with anyone or do anything after school other than rushing back to sleep (cause the ni

On a Saturday night...... I get along without you very well Of course, I do Except when soft rains fall And drip from leaves Then I recall The thrill of being sheltered in your arms Of course, I do But I get along without you very well I've forgotten you just like I should Of course, I have Except to hear your name Or someone's laugh that is the same But I've forgotten you just like I should What a guy What a fool am I To think my breaking heart Could kid the moon What's in store Should I phone once more No, it's best that I stick to my tune I get along without you very well Of course, I do Except perhaps in Spring But I should never think of Spring For that would surely break my heart in two What's in store Should I phone once more No, it's best that I stick to my tune I get along without you very well Of course, I do Except perhaps in Spring But I should never think of Spring For that would surely break my heart in two Find out more

Oh dear! I have fallen off the wagon yet again. All in the name of retail. Was out to collect a cheque, ended up spending it and need to top up on it. My friends have said this one too often to me - You're such a WHORE!