I am Thompson Boy

I must say that over the weekend, I was the subject of some questioning during some sort of classes which I’ve attended and one of the many queries that were directed has something to do with what and who influences me the most. I think it’s unfair to say that you are not influenced by anything at all – we are all product of our surrounding and one of the things that kind of impacted in the material way was this particular clutch which was popularized by Sarah Jessica Parker in the Sex and the City movie. In fact one search online will reveal plenty of sites dissecting everything that the girls wore or carry in the movie and immediately propelled their desirability and price. It’s not like I am crazy over the Prada clutch just because SJP carries it but the idea of carrying a clutch or in a guy’s case *ahem* they would prefer to call it a portfolio/document bag, excuse me thank you very much has never occurred to me before and I find it very fresh indeed. I was actually quite put off b...

As I was surfing around to look the the usual blogs, guessed what I bumped into? Hell. I don't need any persuading to click and I was immediately taken to the latest for Marc by Marc Jacobs and I really hate myself. Hate myself for not being rich that is. Check out Little Miss Marc (and Little Mr Marc as well?), I have always been crazy about LMM ever since I saw it on some of the tote and shit but it's just so freaking expensive. What do you think? Isn't LMM the cutest thing on earth?

First off, a bit of sorry for not updating me blog but as usual what else taking over me other than work and a little bit of emotions. In terms of work it was due to the fact that my immediate boss wasn’t around for a few days and I have to take over quite a heavy load which was fuelled by some up and coming campaigns. On the emo side, well we will go to that soon enough. Speaking of which, I had a conversation with K (immediate boss) and she was like complaining about how absolutely passé it was to do the emotional cum Yasmin Ahmad cum Petronas kind of commercials these days and everyone is trying to be a carbon copy. While copying has never been trendy I do think that emotions are something that stands the test of time. How else would you explain the behaviors that I witnessed the other day during my sister’s convocation? There’s Exhibit One – those who buys tons of flowers and brings 3 types of camera just so that they won’t miss their precious taking his or her first step on the st...

Fuck Topshop. Fuck Banana Republic. Fuck Gap. Fuck MNG. Fuck Zara. Fuck Forever 21. H&M is the one. First it was Stella McCartney, then Karl Lagerfeld. Then it was Madonna and Kylie. Now it's Roberto Cavalli. Please fucking come to Malaysia and show those idiots how to do high street fashion. Buy 1 Free 1. Fuck it! I will fuck someone if Marc Jacobs ever collaborate with H&M.

I meant to sit down and really think about all the goodies since my sister came back. Now she is in Sabah for her placement and I am nowhere closer to doing that. There was plenty bought and plenty to be sold on ebay. I’ve sold one of the Anya bag and luckily that covered some of the cost of loot. Cookie was complaining to me that almost everyday he loads my blog with disappointment as there was no update. It felt abit sad because I myself is allergic to non updated blogs but I just can’t do anything about that. I found myself with nothing to say these days and there were days that things are happening so fast and noisy at the work that I found myself unable to sleep. I can still hear all the noise. I think I need to find a way to distress myself, like taking off my shoes or walking on grass or jumping into a pool of water. What I wouldn’t give to just escape. But I guess for now, shopping will do. Wait. Correction, I shopped. There was an early heartache as my sister lost 1 of her lug...

New York cleans up after asbestos-tainted blast NEW YORK (Reuters) - Some New Yorkers doubted official assurances on Thursday that the air surrounding a deadly steam pipe explosion in midtown Manhattan was safe to breathe despite the discovery of asbestos-tainted debris. Workers began cleaning up the site of Wednesday evening's blast, which shook buildings, unleashed a geyser of steam and boiling, brownish water, and sent people fleeing in scenes reminiscent of the Sept. 11 attacks in 2001 ... Okay, so like not like I am very concerned about World news and shit and since it's not about terrorist shit, so that's okay. What I am pissed off is that because of this little incident, the subway are closed. It was closed and my sister cannot get to Marc Jacobs just yet. Its the little things that pissed me off. At least that cow managed to stroll down 5th Avenue and act all glamour. She even dressed up for that ocassion. Seems like people who stroll there are super well dressed. E...

Anyone who knows me or rather see me online would know my latest madness. Now before I get to that, I have to say that of late, I am have morphed into a madbag monster that basically go berserk when you talk about a new bag and maybe to a certain extend I am. Perhaps I am trying to get over the Anya bag or maybe I am just looking for the next high. Shopping addiction is no different with meth, both requiries you to spend and throw away your life. However, I think it is more of a shield to my current shitty life. I can't wait to get out from my agency and it's just less than a month more to go. Already shits are everywhere. Yesterday's supposedly glamourous shoot ended up till late at night and the results were appaling. Client hates them and I am about to see them in an hour time to try and salvage it to avoid a reshoot. It's always so much fabulous on TV or America's Next Top Model isn't it? well to a certain extend it is. Big set, fabulous studio, VVIP treatme...