I am Thompson Boy

First time going down under. It's probably known as the most boring town but a free holiday is still a holiday. See you in a week's time.

Riccardo Tisci - absolute genius. Dark and wonderful, celebrated by the stars and adored by fashionistas. He made rottweiler and bird of paradise t-shirts sell like hot cakes (and it cost a minimum of 1K a pop for just a t shirt!) and named his bags Pandora and Nightingale. Thank you for the Pandora bag design and your birds of paradise.

I must admit that I have not stepped back into Penang Island for many years now. I do however remember how fun it was to visit that island – it was from a childhood memory. Remembered taking the ferry across and also visiting various places but then again that’s the thing about being a kid. Anything is more fun and more beautiful. Maybe it’s the seen-it-all attitude. So then, it was like 5-6 years ago that I went there with a couple of friends – decent enough – did the touristy thing so to speak, visit some friends and stuff, drive pass Batu Feringghi and that was it. So for the longest time I couldn’t understand the appeal of the island – Penangnites are fiercely loyal to their dear island and the non-natives will go back time after time. Probably the appeal isn’t there for me as I am not crazy about the food – even that the old timers will lament things aren’t as good as it used to. But going back to the place this time around, I can see for myself the changes within myself (per

Anymore gorgeous, I can die.

Still here. Going home soon. Shall write about it next week. End of next week because it seems like the whole working week, I will be dying. Slowly.

It's been awhile and I have to admit that I have been struggling or perhaps too lazy to write anything at all. Yes, work has become busier but that doesn't mean that I don't have time. It's not like I am braindead, maybe I am just being very lazy and being in the state that I am, it's just about keeping dumb. It's never really been this way all my life, rather it would be bitching away and complaining non stop but like I said many a times before, it has come to a point if no one is nice enough to tell me off then I am sick of it myself. And then of course there's the fact that everyone's is having a sucky life, so welcome to the club - some even far worst. So I stopped talking about my feelings long time ago on social media and while this is still the sacred place where I can really be me, I don't care if nobody reads this because at the end of the day I can be myself and say anything without the fear of offending people or creating a career suicid

Somewhere in the world - a little far far away from here, million of people are enjoying their long weekend, Saturday, Sunday plus two additional bank holiday honouring their queen's 60 years on the throne. This is part of a celebration planned for nearly a year not just for tourism but also trying to lift the spirit up in times of financial troubles. Back home, I was constantly suprised by people who did know about the jubilee celebration but yet unaware that our own so called King's birthday was indeed yesterday. This I deduct has a lot to do with the fact that Saturday itself is already technically a holiday and in a country where we have so many little holidays all over the year, we simply cannot afford to declare Friday as a holiday (though a minority of companies did give their staff an extra holiday on Friday which explains the clear traffic). And that is why no one cares or know about it - because it's not a holiday. Furthermore, as a friend of mine casually men