I am Thompson Boy

Even if I am with people. I just want to go home and hide under cover.

It’s oh so quiet December Neither warm nor cold can I feel Noel’s twinkle shines not on me Its Illumination not reflected from me Just another season to get by A long journey ahead called time It’s not like I am the desperate type Will get long fine by and by But if I can muster up the courage To face the cold as the brave Chances on you I take From this winter I would break But then I am nothing more than myself And that’s all there is to give and tell In mid December quiet and dark The only cold is my heart

I was feeling a little lost as I was driving home just now. This is the first time for awhile that I have found myself coming home before 12. Frantically, I was trying to make amend by calling ex-Upstairs’ Bitch to find out how is she coping without work and out of advertising and couldn’t reach her. Then there’s always Cookie. He was less than impressed with me. I was even contemplating to call Fei Mui since the phone bill is on the company. But anyway, I managed to got myself home. Coming home when everyone else is in the slumberland and greeted by silence and darkness made me felt abit lonely for the first time since a very long time. I am never those who have problems amusing myself with little things to do or think. I can spend the weekend at home, doing nothing but pot myself here and there. There’s TV usually for the nighttime and my date would be E! followed by other trashy show. Can’t help but wondered what others do. Do they come home at night, turn off the lights and then cr...