I am Thompson Boy

This might be unconventional because really, I have not met any guy whatsoever (Chinese at least) who are abit or at all interested with guys who are hairy or with facial hair. I just wondered if it has anything to do with the fact that they themselves are(usually) not hairy but really, what is there not to like? Some finds it dirty, distracting or even abit 'geli' but to me, there's nothing sexier than a hairy fella. What more if he has the whatever o'clock shadow - but having said that, proper grooming is necessary and one cannot just let everything grow wild and run amok. But aside from that, it's all good for me. I couldn't help but wonder if it's a little narcissistic - not so much on the vanity part but more of loving a reflection of oneself - I myself have facial hair (and I wear thick glasses and equally likes guy who wears glasses)so could it be just me liking my own self? I don't know, it would probably be parked under a file called "alot...

It has to been (and safe to say) a crazy week for me, with work pilling up like a truck dumping all its shit over me but what can you do or say? I mean if I was younger, hungrier or more desperate like I was back then, it wouldn't be a problem. But nowadays I am more selective, I guess a little to do with the fact that I am not getting younger and couldn't waste my time on bullshits but whatever. Then there was the flu, cough and a little drama of people resigning and shit. But all in all, it was just another week at work. But I guess the beauty of being older and seeing more things is that it makes you appreciate the good and filters out the bad and there was interesting happenings here and there and one of it was that I finally got asked the question. Yes, ladies and gay boys, the question that most gay boys will get asked once or twice in their lifetime. That lifechanging question that requires time and thought to it. A question that asks you to commit to something so big an...

Cause whoring myself to work. Unhappy. Sick. Cough. Sigh.

Feeling sick, probably coming down with something. Never take care of my diet, that's why. But still can't sleep. Remembered something I read somewhere and it's true Those who are single wants to be attached and those that are attached wondered how it would like to be single again. Such is life

...about rising above. Fuck that shit. I am so pissed off royally!!! Motherfucker or also known as THE BLOODY BITCH who fucking broke my heart took some good for nothing bimbo to a place that I took him previously. WHAT THE FUCK? And post it all over social media. BLOODY BITCH probably paid for dinner and I ALWAYS PAY FOR OURS. I WANT HIM TO DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE AND BURN IN HELL. Now I will NEVER return to that place anymore. I WANT HIM TO DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE AND BURN IN HELL. I WANT HIM TO DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE AND BURN IN HELL. I WANT HIM TO DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE AND BURN IN HELL. I so need to post more pictures of me LOOKING FABULOUS as always. Bloody BITCH!

When you don't really care what's going on anymore at work and just getting by day after day because you have either given up on things getting any better or you have pretty much achieved everything you set out for - you don't get angry over little things and just let it be then you have risen above everything. When you couldn't sleep at night sometimes and then think about how HE did you wrong and all the stupid things that you've done and all the signs and how much HE owed you etc and then out of the sudden, you just go like "whats the point counting all this? It will never be fair, I will never get back what I have given etc etc" and then totally forget about it then you have risen above all else. When you have no care for and getting the latest accessory or dying to get this or that brogues or that leopard print thingy, I mean whats the point of getting something or even remotely excited over something that almost everyone on the street is having? In f...

It's always interesting (and sometimes sad) when conversations turn to money and I felt very misunderstood sometimes when it comes to that subject but then again I don't think there is a person in the world that truly knows you, maybe my parents do. In fact they know me better than I give them credit for. I know it's common belief that I spend alot of my hard earned cash into buying clothes and accessories - ok so who am I kidding, I even described myself as obsessed with frivolous things such a belt or cute bag - but liking something doesn't mean I am buying it. Or in my case, the ability to purchase them. I have to say that looking back at all my past posts, it feels good to know that I have grown and move on from many things and one of the nicest part is the ability to buy certain things now as opposed to just wanting back then. However that doesn't mean that I am buying till the cow come home - not at all sir. I save and I usually splurge on one or two large tic...

Sometimes it feels like you are the only one in the world and it seems like your problem is the only problem in the world but as you go along, you will notice that other people with the right sensible mind faces what you face as well...as a single late 20something going 30something gay man going about making sense of the world. In general, I found that gay men, most of them fall into this category, quote unquote from another blogger: "that pair of shoes, that I-phone, Grinder, dating this and dating that, going to market place, being noticed in Facebook, and wishing someelse would give me his heart, sex, people gaining more fans, or either somebody wanted some photographer to take their picture and enter the hall of fame, or somebody wanted to get into a chinese hunk contest" I think what's missing from that list would be the gyming, body perfection part which annoys the hell out of me - but then again what can I say? to each is their own isn't it? And then...

Of late, I have been home consistently early (my definition of early is different very lar) and one of the things that I've noticed on TV was the return of shows from the past. I suppose kids/cikus these days might not know but those who are somewhat old enough in the 90s will know this - back in the day we don't even have more than 5 TV channels and there was no Internet nor iPhone or anything else. Any form of entertainment on TV - Chinese language would either came from Hong Kong (in VHS tape, TV series) or locally produced. Back then HVD was the giant production house who produced tons of Chinese and Malay TV series. Looking back, the quality aint that bad - just that I noticed guys back then like to wear vest, oversized clothing, some even have suspenders, funny glasses and floppy hair. But of course the good times (and bad fashion) has to end, HVD went kaput during 1997's recession and all the actors lost their job. Most of them either tried their luck overseas or wen...

A 7.1-magnitude earthquake struck late Thursday, the strongest aftershock since a massive quake and tsunami pulverised hundreds of kilometers of the northeastern coast. I have decided that life is wayyyy to short and too fragile. No, I didn't went back to my cigarette. It's bad but not that bad. I've just decided to bring my best bits out. No more keeping it for that special occasion. Who knows if that occasion never comes. Abit of color blocking for work today

The thing about me as some of you (who are close to me) might already know is that I breath and feed on creativity. Not to say I am a creative person but rather it's something that keeps me alive. It is also a job that brings food to my table. Beautiful things along with men is something that I really really love and fashion is just one of many things close to my heart. It's not so much the snob factor of the labels but rather looking at the beautiful designs and the overall campaign that makes certain brands and merchandise interesting to me. Behind all these wonderful creations are some wonderful men and they might not be your mainstream Marc Jacobs of the world but still equally as talented. I suppose the talent itself made them more beautiful than anything else - if it's just about looks and body, I might as well pose pictures of models, no? Old Fav Christopher Bailey for Burberry. What can I say? Absolutely gorgeous and talented. Turned the house from being tacky to on...

Part of my work (without giving too many details) is to work with migrants because of the business that I am helping is actually to market a service to them. And part of doing that is to understand them. So there has been and will be what we in the industry call market visit. Now I've been exposed to them early in my life more than just the usual they carry things for you or do things at the side of the road and you just ignore their existence. I've seen how they lived and it didn't surpised me as much as it did to others when we see them in their actual living condition and surrounding that words can't decribe them, you have touch it and smell it, yes...smell it. To me, it's all very very sad and very very dangerous/dirty. The whole thing is just reeking of sadness. But that's just me. To them, it's life. Which is why everything I think about them or when I see them, I am thankful for what I've been given. No matter how bad a day or how tough something ...

12 September 1956 – 1 April 2003 My fav song:

The thing I really like about all those LinkWithin is that when you actually own a blog that span more than a few years, it takes you back to many many memories. To be perfectly honest, I am really really tired of things around me. Too tired and busy to comment. But life goes on, no? But yeah, looking back did offer some sort of escapism (if there is even such word at all) There's this one particular time when I bitched about a person who gave me hell at work and till now I will never forgive him for being the bitch that he is - despite him claiming that he gave me a chance and jumpstarted my career. Well, honey you didn't want to hire me at the first place, it was out of desperation and I was cheap. I am not ashamed to say that I was hired under those circumstances...it was the jolt that I needed. I got where I am today through hardwork and not cocksucking up like you and your cronies. People whom you think are talented can't even crack half of what I am doing. I've n...

So as some of you might be aware, I was or rather still am in the process of helping HIM find a job and something did crop up albeit not the greatest thing on earth but still good. I've never imposed upon HIM to take anything that I helped source but rather asked HIM to choose whats best and right for HIMSELF. But I was quite pissed when a contact asked me why HE didn't reply when HE promised to do. I thought HE would go and negotiate on some of the terms and HE didn't. In the name of BUSY. It's not the first time I heard that excuses before. Took HIS time to send out the resume etc. I mean seriously DUDE, where are your priorities? Busy with what you may ask? Busy with either HIS current crappy job (which btw, HE never needs to work beyond 7.30 and it's crappy so why bother?)or entertaining this or that friend. Don't get me started on the friends or the social life or the gym. Anyway, it's all whatever to me now. I've stuck my neck out for HIM and the ...

Dear God, I thank you for all that I am and all that you are and all that you have given me. You have continued to bless me through it all and despite me being less deserving more and more. There were many times that I do not understand why certain things happen but I must never lose sight that they always happen for a reason. Sure there are always discontent and wanting more. There's always what I am getting is not good enough and nothing seems to satisfy this insatiable hunger within me but I've learnt to be thankful what you have given me. It might not be conventional but it's good. I have a great life and it looks like it will be good in a long run. I thank you for everything and only ask of one thing - never let me lose sight of things and always, always thankful for all the blessings in my life. Amen Photo credit: http://nunetherlands.wordpress.com/2008/11/05/restaurateur-beaten-up-by-83-year-old-nuns/

Weekends are quite strange - some live for it while others have nothing to do and pretty much treat it like just any other day. Personally I never really did have anything bad or overly good to say about them except that it's nice. Back in the days, my weekends were usually pretty much confined to home (lots of sleeping and eating) or the occasional outings with Upstairs Bitch - lots of smoking and shopping. Of late (if I really have to be honest, it's been going on for a few years now) I have been hanging out with Queen Bitch since both of us are single and pretty much with all the time in the world. It's always nice to have a company - as miserable as both of us were and I would do the usual sleeping over and then we'll call it a weekend by Sunday evening. Besides the usual go and eat something or park ourselves infront of the TV, there is also some time being spent by the pool. The thing about me is that I do like myself looking very much tanned indeed. Not orangy or...

No pun intended: 1. I used to smoke but I am now over it. 2. A picture (or two, three, four) might say a little too much and yes while it has cigarettes innit doesn't mean I have fallen off the wagon. I am NOT back to smoking. 3. Yes, HE dumped me but that doesn't mean I am back to smoking. That doesn't mean I want HIM back or we will be back together. 4. I am still working and doing what I do best, just a little unhappy. That's all. But I am not smoking. 5. I am still drinking and shopping and buying too much things but I am still not smoking. Err...that's all.

I believe something are destined. I wasn't feeling really up to anything (given the fact it was Monday) and it was pouring as I dashed back home. The mood wasn't that great as it is, the usual pub like always filled with the same sort of people, doing the same sort of thing - neck down, hands up, all eyes on their iCrack. Nevermind. Then there's the annoying cigarette smoke, yes it's annoying to me that in a group of ten, I am the sore thumb out not puffing out anything. Hence my clothes and lungs naturally inherit all the second hand smoke. Fine. So went back and try to tinker around before I go to bed. I fell deeper and deeper in what I suspect as depression. Yes, children. I am officially depressed and I am stuck there. So fuck that diet. Went and ate instant noodle in the middle of night. And had a banana as well while I was at it. Then I was happy for awhile. Can sleep. Best. I know this is hardly attractive but I don't care. There's alot of things that I d...

We were supposed to go there. I wanted to so the last time but it was packed. Now you are there with someone else. It's none of my business, of course. We will never be there. Photo credit: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/