I am Thompson Boy

There was an article that came out on Saturday’s paper and it brought back really sweet memories from the past. I think I have written about it on and off in the past, in fact I still think about it now and then. I guess you should be reading the article first before you continue – so here’s the link . For those who are too lazy or just in case the link expires, please scroll down all the way. Okay, to continue…the article was about the small town in Perak called Papan and I for one used to live there during my younger years. I was raised in Ipoh and during every year end or mid semester break, I would travel all the way from the town to Papan to spend all my time there. My late grandparents and my late uncle’s family lived there. It was a big house, colonial style – half ruined but still occupied able. They probably moved in there after the war where all the rich tin tycoons left. I really wished I have the gift of describing all the nooks and corners and every patch of wall but I do...

There was plenty occasions that I have attempted to write and somewhat clear some things about myself but I ended up deleting them, casting it aside and think, fuck that shit – why do I even have to bother? I mean if people think that I am this and that, so be it. You can’t please everyone and you shouldn’t. But then again, I have been unhappy lately thinking about certain things so just to clear the air: Arrogance Sorry people but I can’t help it. I was born that way. Even my mother tells me that I look damn arrogant, unfriendly and almost impossible. Everyone who knows me well will attest to that they think I was damn cocky until they gotten to know me. Maybe it’s the ice breaking part. I don’t do well with strangers or new people unless of course they are my client. Then I can be fake. Other than that, it’s me and my cocky face. I look cold and unfriendly and have accepted the fact that I will always be that way. Is it my education? Or perhaps I think I am better than other people? ...

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...

I have just finished ironing 3 weeks worth of clothes and my back is aching. Applied something soothing on them and now contemplating if I should actually do the impossible which is to finish up the overdue competitive ad analysis. Something which a bottom of the foodchain whore like myself needs to do. But then again, thinking about it again why should I? Firstly please excuse me and my unearthly calls from the beyond. My week has been interesting to say the least – a rough calculation of 90 hours of work and thank God it’s all over for now. It took us exactly 11 days from the Client’s brief to the delivery of materials for newspaper, radio and POSM (point of sales material). Now typically I would say that if I wasn’t in advertising, the sound of 11 days is a lot but in the advertising timeline, you are running on crack. I think I am not in the mode of going into details but let me assure you – it’s super absurd. Then again more absurd things have happened before. At least for me, thi...

I died. Everything is finished now. This is the ghost of me.

OMG 3 DAYS IN A ROW 2AM WAKE UP NEXT DAY. WORK AT 9. TOMORROW RECORDING. SHIT TO COME OUT THIS WEEKEND.

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...

I am sure over the last weekend everyone and anyone was probably being broiled down by countless messages, dedications and ads all on the country’s Independence Day celebration. I am also sure that true that while 50 years and some achievements here and there are worth mentioning but I can’t help to feel a bit cynicism and disgusted actually at some of things that was written (namely editorial and writeup) and done (ads and such). Watched a couple of expensive and over the top television commercials but none of them really stick to my mind. So was the press ad. The usual fake 3 races together kind of scenario was gag inducing to the max and really, and someone should stop doing those stylized commercials (you know those with cool music and shoots) ala MAS and CIMB. No surprise there as both has the similar look and feels because it was done by the same agency. My favourite was the one from Petronas – overly long as usual and it took a second seating to understand the meaning. The syno...

As I sat there in my Queen Bitch's balcony over the weekend, I can't help but to look out into the neighbours' house. The nightview is great and all, there's a lake that shimmers thanks to the nightlight coming from the lakeside restaurant and the twinkling beams from nearby highway. There's one particular apartment which stood out among the rest, there's a beautiful huge book shelve which was rested on the back wall and one can safetly assume that the other wall would be typically the one reserved for TV and such. One wonders, what kind of lives does this people live. Are they happy? Don't you think that they have it all? I would love to have books and shelves and armchairs and all. One of these days. Then my friends can come over and chill over a drink and we can look out from the balcony or chat over a cigarette or two. Looking at my life, I am happy up to a certain degree. There was some conversations with colleagues and also Bitch Jr about men and relat...

I must say that it's been quite an experience to actually talk to people and see those that are actually quite out out there. Out out there being these are the one who actually frequent drinking holes and this and that party. Normally I don't see myself having to indulge in such talks because as much as it shocks you, my previous agency cares more about doing and finishing their work and then have quiet private life instead of drinking and doing something noisy. It seems that the routine here is drinks. Drinks and more drinks. Drinks with the client. Drinks for dinner. Drinks after 6. Drinks at work (hidden stash of emergency vodka). And drinks for all occasion. For me, I do enjoy a drink or two or three or four but not that often. First of all, it's really expensive. Then my friends are not really mad about them. For me, it's something you do with the company of your friends. I would all rather spend all my money as you would have guess on more loot. Not that I can aff...

I know I shouldn't be asking this but I have recently paid for a bargain via ebay and now I am unsure about it's authenticity. I spotted it selling for £39.99 under the Buy It Now function but held on to clicking on the button because of budget constraint. It's funny that no one actually purchase it and the bid ended. It was then relisted under £25.00 but I made a crazy offer of £20 and it was accepted. Do you know that this is sold for nearly a £100 or roughly RM700 here? Anyway, I thought I will save shopping money since I don't have time to hit the shops but hell you can't stop a shopoholic. They will find a way

I recently caught of these segments on E! channel and it featured Djimon Hounsou (who? you know that big black guy playing opposite Leo in Blood Diamond) in a behind the scene shoot for the new Calvin Klein line of underwear called Steel. And lo behold, via a bit of search and I've found these pictures from the photoshoot. Now, I am not one of those big fan of Calvin Klein underwear but somehow it has totally cemented itself as the thing for men and all gay men alike. The brand is nothing great these days since the namesake designer has sold the label and has no creative input on all the designs. Hence it is relying on the heritage that it possesed. However I must say there's always something very gay and very sexy about the underwear. I am not just talking about the price - it is a daylight robbery to pay RM...erm, what do they cost these days anyway? I have not bought a pair since donkey eon years but it's safe to assume that it's probably at least a day's wage if...

Someone told me in the course of chatting last week very seriously that he is reconsidering something. I was like erm, okay, what are you considering? You see, this person was someone whom I got to know from some personals site and we have been chatting either online or via phone for some time now. Without going into too much details, he basically told me that he thinks that I am not the right person to for him to spend his time on nor pursue any form of friendship because I am just too darn busy. I couldn’t help but to agree. Sure, I stopped calling him for some time now but that doesn’t mean he can’t do the calling. Both of us wears the pants after all and it’s not a game on who is chasing after who. Then again, I don’t even have time for myself. When I do have any, either I spend it by sleeping (In Upstairs Bitch words – need to catch up on the week’s sleep) or really go out and spend time with my friends. So this is what I have been reduced to. I really hope it’s worth it at the en...

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...

This could be a I’m Not Dead Part 309467 but somehow the reasoning behind why I have not been updating my blog is plain and simple. Too tired. Sick of staring at the computer. Prefer to sleep and then there’s my sister who just came back from the States. So perhaps a bit of update is indeed due. Not that I am entirely in the right mood. The thing is I left office rather early, around 9.30pm ish and I was like fuck it, I have enough. I will come by tomorrow slightly early and sort out all these shits. Something that you will never hear me say during my previous agency’s days. It’s not like this agency is that bad but recapping from the first day that I came in until today – I felt like I have been working for months. Need not to say that I miss the old face and my familiar clique and all, people here isn’t that bad actually. There are good and bad. Perhaps it’s the culture that I have yet to adapt to. I also have to watch out for some people. Bigger place, more bitches and more politic-...

Miss me old place and face. Oh God. Gimme strength to face this test of mine.

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...

It is really time to get down be serious. While I am in this bag cum work haze, there's so many things that are going on. I have yet to sit down and think about everything. Mainly I am pre-ocupied with finalising my work before I move to the new agency next week. It's quite a bitch really, trying to handover work to the new team, disconnecting my phone, car park and many stuff while trying to figure out how I will adjust to the new, selling more and more stuff at ebay to cover up my cost for buying a new camera charger and thinking about the heartache in the form of card statement which I will be getting soon as my sister is maxing it out in US. What is going on with me? What am I up to? My blog will turn one year old soon and I couldn't even believe it myself that I managed to stick that long to something. Supposedly blog will get me a bf, the last I checked, I am still single. Apparently as well, my writing has become less angst and more washdown than it was previously an...

I really have to say that flicking through the channels and watching E! is really disturbing. Where have I been? I have just found out that that bimbo Ashley is going out with what-that-twat from Fall Out Boy and shit. Seems like the trend these days is to get a so called rock band boyfriend and bang them dead silly. Didn't she used to part her legs for Ryan "Hair" Caberlalalwhaterhisnameis? And how about this fake group Bad Charlotteshit frontman Joel someshit who is banging Nicole Dumbie after going down on Hilary "Can't Sing For Nuts" Duff's muff? And can we forget Miss Fake Avril here who came out and condemned Britney and shit, look who is the the real fake now? Nice blonde hair and nice wedding gown. Hardly skater fashion if you ask me. And check out her fugly husband from Sum 41. Seems like these day all you need to do to sell some album is to dye your hair from blonde to brunette, play 'rock' music (it's actually pop in disguise) and ...