I am Thompson Boy

I’ve found myself wishing that I was away instead of being where I were this late afternoon driving past the easy and lazy holiday traffic listening to Spiller. That tune Groovejet was of course a very big summer hit years ago and brings back the memories of being in an exotic distance land (as per the video). Just less than a week coming back from a holiday and I am not settling too well into the rhythm of things having just fully unpacked everything the day before. One thing is for certain, this coming week will be the actual assimilation into the usual pattern of work and life as hectic as it was coming back, I was caught up in the storm of a new campaign and immediately found myself in a back to back and round the clock two days outdoor shoot. The drive today was to have the first view of the footages which the director has put together for the 1 st round of approval. Everything looked fine and was going according to schedule and if only my mind were the same. This week also...

You know how I want to just think about everything except for that certain four letter? Sometimes it just escapes me when I look around and see some either good looking guys or really nice people and can’t help thinking about the shoulda, woulda, coulda. I admit I am human too with needs occasionally to be hold and embraced as much as it is hard to believe. No exotic leather or patent print can replace the warmth of the human touch even though the classic bag would probably last longer than a relationship with one. I guess that’s alright because if the lifespan and excitement are the same as the latest ‘It’ bag then who am I to complain? There’s always some new stock to come and divert your attention away. Just like window shopping, I can’t help knowing some people or looking at them and half wishing for them to be mine. I know it’s crazy because I don’t even know them and yet here I am lusting over the illusion that I’ve created in mind on how good they would be for me and vice ve...

Someone once said that with siblings you have no choice as you are born into it but with friends you can choose your own. With some many choices though, it begs to ask why some people are hanging around with those that are two faced, backstabbing and just plain what you should not be labeled as friends. I think the worst and the scary part of it all is that most people don’t even begin to have any idea what true friendship means at all and they call it friends. I mean how many best friends can a person have? Some see it as numbers or conquest. Some see it as a platform to grow their social circles so that they can be ever popular while others see it an opportunity to belong to any clique so that they won’t feel like a loser or outcast while others are scarily trying to keep their enemy close by befriending them. These tricks are not what you call friendship, it’s just pure evil or at some cases really really sad. But then I guess the friendship and all the feuds can be viewed ...

Weekends are great. It gives you a chance to recuperate and rekindle tides with your loves one and leaves you very a little time to indulge in those things that must be put aside for most part of the week in the pursuit of an income. I must say that however invited the weekend rule must be applauded indeed though the Sabbath or rather Sunday has always been commissioned as a rest day since the Bible time and Saturday is a welcome addition indeed. Having said all that, sometimes you just feel that it’s just not enough. No matter how long or how very often you come to it. Or in my very own case, how much I love my profession, a break is always welcomed and indeed sorry when it concludes. There’s always the usual to do but someone must be brilliant to say that time indeed passes by rather quickly when you are at ease and enjoying yourself. Sundays are like a ritual for me, hardly go out but will spend most of it in front of the telly or in bed. There will be meals in between and then ...

As I was having my instant noodle the other day even though it was late and I shouldn’t be eating, a thought came over me. It’s not often that I managed to reach home before 12 (if not work then it would be drinks) but I did so a nice little supper is in order and the menu of the night would be chicken flavored instant noodle with an egg, the yolk abit runny. That’s simplicity to me. Simple happiness found in a bowl. Simplicity is about having two slice of hot toast with thick butter spread across them and as it melts, you crunch into them and taste the slight bitterness from the burnt bits and the salty velvety texture from the butter. Simplicity is also about having two nicely and evenly scrambled goldenly yellowy eggs that is neither too runny nor too dry. A teeny spread of them just on top of a small piece of toast with butter is just pure basic bliss. Either that or some half boiled eggs seasoned with ample white pepper and soy sauce and you just dip your crunchy toast into them. ...

So this is what I've been working so hard on. Anyway abit update on the casting. I was shortlisted and apparently the director wanted me very much but I don't look Chinese enough for international market. Truth to be told, Malays has mistaken me for their race and Chinese speaks to me in Malay so that's life I guess.

Oh, so little time and yet so many things to want, buy, do, touch, lick and do whatever your heart desires and though it has been said many times and again that life is short and unpredictable so one should make full use of it before it ends just like that, a lot of us will wait. There’s always tomorrow in our mind and somehow something is pushed for next week. Or next year. Or when I reach 45 or when I start earning 10K per month. Do we think that we are almost invincible? But we go around buying insurance and get things like that prepared but what is the use to all those things when you are six feet under? Not to be mistaken for a depressing post but rather a delightful one as I reflected on the past few weeks about how fortunate I am to be in the state that I am and doing things that I’ve never thought possible or even thinkable years ago. I had the privilege to embarrass myself recently when my group celebrated the boss’s birthday by going skating. So I was far from being air...

One of the best thing about being a single twenty something or rather late one at it , living in a city and earning considerably decent amount of money with no care in the world is the ability to do what I like and make the choices that I want. One case for matter is that ironing a pile of clothes nearly and always does kill me and hence I’ve decided to stop even though I am halfway towards finishing. I mean, I have enough in the closet to last me for a month anyway so why push myself over something so trivial? How about when you feel like pigging out in KFC or the sudden rush of finishing work as soon as possible and take the fastest route to the mall for a session of therapy – you can just do it and be far from apologetic about it. However there is some things that even a self proclaimed fabulous single twenty something have to do and more than often it comes either as part of the job or just the because one has to be adult or man about it. I have to confess that again of late, m...

Of late, there’s just way too many on goings that went right being upfront uncomfortable down to my very veins and nerves. The people in general have welcomed a new arrival and change with anticipation and hope for the better. The best thing about being a human is that we have hope that afloat and carry us through all the difficult time to beyond. But it is with this same hope that many were lost in mission for hunt of the pasture that has more green. It is also the same hope for change that never materialize for the Cuban when Castro seize the government and you can still watch those black and white clips of people dancing and celebrating on the street. The future and possibilities were endless. Fast forward to HD TV and Internet TV age, nothing much has change; people are still poor and still hoping for change. But that’s just one instance and typically if it’s not the change in government then it would be the one in everyone’s daily lives. At least it doesn’t wait for every four...

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 ...

There hasn’t been many true or great love in my life and many of them up to a certain extend can be classified as laughable or almost joke-like. But then again I’ve always looked back and think of them as essentials for me to learn and grow in this life. But there has someone or rather something that has always been with me and I have never really talk about it. Ladies and gents, let me introduce you to my Great Love #2 (#1 spot is taken by bags, belts and shoes) – mixed pork organ porridge. I know the first reaction upon reading this would be disgust or even shock. That a classy girl such as me would indulge in such peasant like food and behavior. But then again there’s nothing I love more than porridge and there’s nothing in the world that can compare to mix pork organ type. For those uninitiated, mix pig organ porridge is basically just like any other Chinese type porridge as the base but the extra ingredient are normally made out from pig’s blood cubes, intestines (deep fried or ...

There was once not too long ago that someone who used to be in advertising for many years and incidentally was my ex boss as well told me when he has nothing to do, he will study or rather look at people and observe the things that they do. I felt that it was rather strange and though I thought observing people might make me a better ad man, I never really did pick that up as a habit. Fast forward to four years later, I’ve found looking and laughing as I see people go about with their own things in my free time. One such occasion was during Cook’s long call and honestly aside from looking around there wasn’t much that I can do seeing that smoking was prohibited in the building (though some lawyers were busy puffing away, I’ve decided not to take the risk since I wasn’t one to begin with and there’s a 2 year jail sentence warning at every corner that I turned to) and I didn’t bring anything worth looking at. At one corner, there’s the bunch of overly pompous old fart lawyers with ...

So who would have thought that I’ve been reduced to this at all? Yes there was no excuse to bail out from it but somehow deep within myself I have felt that I have entered another phase of my life. Maybe just a small circle. I feel like keeping mum. The feelings and the questions, just put them aside but I guess it’s nothing compared to the intolerable boredom which I have suffered throughout the weeklong holiday. It all started right from the beginning, in fact Lunar New Year’s eve itself whereby I was contemplating to either sleep or just read something since earlier the day and till late I have found myself walking non stops in malls. Guessed I was saved by a call from my boss to go out drinking. Yes I was that bored. Drinks. So throughout the holidays there was nothing much from my friend’s end as they have their family duty to perform and all the shops are closed. The whole thing almost made me regret the fact that I passed over the offer for a free holiday overseas and come t...

I have done a few rounds of shopping of late despite the busy schedule that I have kept prior to the holidays and many of them included childbearing like pain that was inflicted upon this thing called the Visa card but I am proud to say that each and every one of them was worthwhile. Either it’s something for the parents or the sister or me, me and me. I still can’t get over the fact that I have spend like nearly 500 bucks for my combined trip to Parkson but it was worthy as the outcome was not just 1 or 2 or 3 but in totality, 5 long sleeve shirts and one polo t-shirt. Then there was the 30 bucks worth of fedora hat, 5 and 15 bucks belt which looked totally nice on me and all and all made me felt like I am actually quite a smart shopper and really saving a lot. I know, the last statement actually made people cringed but the fact is I am going to spend anyway so I might as well make it worthwhile and smart. But my best purchase yet would be the one I made in F.O.S. Yes, ladies and ...

I guess I have been reduced to this – just going back and forth about what had happened and that’s about all there is to me now. What happened to the mind? The thoughts? The questioning? What happened to Daniel? He’s here alright, deep within me probably fighting with other facets of myself which has been duly busied with work of late. But then again when am I not burdened with them? I just don’t know why I have been feeling a little low on energy and couldn’t perform as well and as much as I used to when I started 6 months ago. Those who have been doing this for years (like my bosses), are they inhuman? Maybe all I need is a break from it all and thank God the CNY holidays are just around the corner. Feeling low on energy is one thing but knowing that you are low and can’t do anything about it is another. The weekends or any rest time in between is just for sleeping or doing relaxing things like reading or watching DVD and nothing else. Even after an 8 hour sleep, I woke up feel...

But then I have my friends and more. So the whole week actually started with a weekend getaway with my colleagues or should I say friends at work to celebrate one of the guy’s birthday. I was there for the beer and the smoking which was allowed in the pool. Don’t ask me how we achieve that but we did and I have always thought that seeing people from outside their usual zone like work or drink place will let you see a different and deeper aspect of themselves and so that I did. However the drinking didn’t just stop there. Back at work on Monday and we hit the bar again and this time was the birthday boy’s turn to thank all of us for showing up at his do over the weekend and I was pretty thrashed the next day but still managed to scrape myself up for an early morning meeting. I didn’t think too much about it until Wednesday when I received another invitation for an ex colleague’s belated birthday do – I excused myself because I didn’t even know that person but still managed to get to...

I had the luxury of looking at some of this season’s new look and trust me it was really a luxury to have a wee free time at work and I was actually stunned for awhile thinking of things to do to pass the time. Naturally I have surfed all my usual blogs and news spots so the next best thing is to hit the runway – online speaking. Can’t be responsible to say that I trendspotted something because it came out first on one of the blogs that I regularly visit, nitrolicious (among many which includes bryanboy, popjustice, launch UK, thebaghag and purseblog) who highlighted this jacket by Balenciaga from the Fall/Winter 07 collections. I mean, not only the jacket looked hot but you need to check out those shoes as well. Woman really got it easy with some many designers focusing on some real fierce footwear for them. Last year was mad with so many hits from Marc Jacobs (remember the gladiator inspired ones and heels on the toe end of the shoes). But then again Balenciaga is not exactly aff...

I have always remembered that in the past, there’s the coming of Christmas which everyone will usually be emo and then the New Year (usually doing a lot of nothing) and lastly my birthday. Of course the big bang would normally be Chinese New Year and then everyone has to get back to their normal schedule and wait for this cycle of holidays and celebration to come again. Out of all the events the one I usually detest the most (for the past few years) is of course my birthday. There was a time or many for that matter which I felt that there was little next to no reasons for celebration. After all, you get your birthday on a yearly basis without any effort anyway so what’s the cause for commotion at the first place. Coupled that with the fact that I have always felt the need to celebrate that day with someone which I have yet to find and time seems to b ticking as I am one year older – it is all very depressing indeed. I must confess that initially I have the same reservations as well for...

One thing that I’ve learnt over the past few weeks is that I have absolutely no self control whatsoever. My indulgence or rather my passion for certain things in life could really consume me and thankfully not all of them are hazardous. Then again, the fire from the same passion is also my saving grace – work. Work that consumes you and take your mind and body away from every other thing in life. Work that satisfies you in many ways that no other can or does it in a healthy way. While contrary to last year whereby I have took the last two weeks of the year off, this year I have only managed two days. But on both occasion I was present at work so that didn’t really count for anything. However there was mini gaps in between and I somehow managed to think and indulge too much. Take for example of my indulgence in spending/shopping too much – it’s no secret anymore that I am quite a shopaholic and true to the tag, I went ahead and blown the credit over this little baby. I actually ...

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...