I am Thompson Boy

Something has got me alarmed yesterday as I was driving a colleague back from lunch. We chatted about many things and it went about to my love for all things material or specifically bags. I assumed nothing until the topic went to how my love for arm candies is universally known via my blog. Now it's no secret that I have an addiction but I know not that anyone from work actually reads my blog. Okay, so I didn't go through all the lengths to hide things and choose to speak about them bluntly but there are a couple of things here and there that I won't want some people to know especially when it was in reference to them. Though it was the truth but it doesn't sound very nice and I don't think anyone can handle them. Hell, even I can't handle it myself sometimes. So nonchalantly I've asked her how did she came across my blog and apparently someone whom we knew mutually has shared it with her. I really can't think of anyone who would know about them apart ...

So you know the party (or parties) is officially over when you ran out money/holidays and sadly find yourself parked back at your cubical typing away. While things are supposedly to return back to normality there's still a couple of them who are away on leave and your clients aren't exactly back in town either. Things are going so slow that deciding to either poke your eyes out with a pencil or pull your hair out sounds very promising. For me, getting out from bed was quite a drag this morning (then again, I am always a drag at work so some say). After surviving a whole day in bed, I have a feeling that I still need to stay in it a little longer. No idea what prompted the surge for vomiting but that was the first thing I did when I woke up on the 1st day of 2008. My mum suggested that it was the drinks but like helllo, why would everyone I spoke to blame it on hangover and etc when all I had was just one measly cup of vodka juice. I think it is more of a reaction or rather prot...

So the last goodbye has been said. Everything was packed. Hugs and kisses given and thrown. I never did know that people cared as much as they did. Maybe it was just me. But then again, I never doubted that they are nice people. I am leaving not because of them. In fact, I wouldn't mind being and staying there if it wasn't for something that I will never get there. I hope I will get what I want in the new place. But it was never always that way. I started with difficulty. They were cold. They seemed cold. Everyone is in some sort of clique or another. In fact, many people left within one or two months because people are just too cold. But the thing is, it's just them. Too much work. Overworked. Now I am starting all over again. It's never easy to say goodbye. Goodbye to a place that you have grown to love. Goodbye to the people whom you spend more time with compared to anyone else, family and friends included. Goodbye to a routine and a lifestyle. Goodbye to comfort zon...