I am Thompson Boy

Getting older is alright but it's much better when you are doing it with friends. In line with the new outlook for this year, it's great to seek new experiences, near or far. Life is mundane if you keep doing the same thing and seeing the same places all the time, no?

An old favourite of mine, Télépopmusik's Breathe was a big hit back in the day. But I really love this cover. Heard it first time in H&M. This band took it to a new level and the video is reminds me of the beach. Yes please!

Garden leave describes the practice whereby an employee who is leaving a job (having resigned or otherwise had his or her employment terminated) is instructed to stay away from work during the notice period, while still remaining on the payroll. This practice is often used to prevent employees from taking with them up-to-date (and perhaps sensitive) information when they leave their current employer, especially when they are leaving to join a competitor.  Not me, really. Just the leave part, as in taking some leave days off. Garden is a nice thing, resting and comforting. Been abit sick and got alot to do, alot in my mind. But it's all good. No drama. Oh, Raf Simons, I don't mind being in your garden of Dior haute couture

Well, worshipping material unnecessary can be a religion too as shown by the crazy fashionistas who shelve out thousands of ringgit for a T shirt. Yes, you read right, Givenchy t shirts sells for that much. But who can resist the charm of these Italians and their usage of God, religion and art? I really love these Fall Winter 2013 pieces by Dolce & Gabanna, right after the haute couture nuns previewed from Givenchy.

All ready for the Lunar New Year? A small video on how the studs are done for my clutch :)

The thing about being with your friends is that you sometimes blur the line of what you should or should not say as you usually intend the best for them and I do not believe in the type of friendship of calculating down to the 45cents and leaving them to their own devices whenever it suits me. Though some so called 'friends' that I have seen actually do that. People are strange, yes I know. So it has came to my attention that a friend indeed is going through something and as a so called half decent person, you would ask how the condition is and little would you expect to be called suffocating. The funny thing is that friend chooses to tell anyone and everyone who cared including her family about the condition - just like the way she do all the time and would it be too much to expect people asking about it then for updates? I have came to the conclusion that she wants the attention as and when it suits her. Another friend agreed. The new me would probably give her a piece or

...skinny guy with glasses and facial hair. I can't say it's a fact but I am actually living that life. At the risk of going down the usual gay self depreciation thread - this is merely more of an observation than anything else. There was this day, on New Year's eve if I wasn't mistaken that I was driving out from the office rather early and lo and behold this most beautiful crossed the road and I sweared that my eyes were on him more than on the road. Now if you are familiar with my blog, you would know that this type of gorgeous-ness - the usual short spiked up hair with glasses, lanky with the right fitting pants and shirts and tie wouldn't usually turn my head around but hey, some sort of meat crossing the road, it's anytime better than chicken. Can you imagine, if I can turn around and look and probably the whole gay population would more likely than not be attracted to him. And I thought to myself, what did he got that I don't have? Ok, so the face

It's been awhile since I did any bimbo talk but I know I did it before and I know that I have it in me but yes, it's been awhile. It is also a while since I last meet up with Upstairs Bitch. Now Upstairs Bitch for those who don't remember used to work upstairs - in the same building as I did. We both used to be minions in two different international agency and will meet for lunch and also cigarette. There's a fire escape where everyone used to smoke there till kingdom comes. And we used to go out often to bitch about our lives and then shopping. After that, I will usually head home and she will go and meet the most unsuitable men. Then again, I was also seeing some unsuitable men here and there. So it's been 6 years, we are no longer bitching (not much at least) and against all odds, she got married and now running her husband's business. So, happily ever after? Not really but I think she's much better now. The last time I saw her was during her wedding an