I am Thompson Boy

A little thought for 2019 and lookback at 2018. To be honest, I cannot remember much. Many things have happened and more will be happening soon. Will be turning 38 soon. My god, I really cannot imagine being this old. Yes, it's not that old but this is the oldest I ever been and I can remember me turning 30, it was kinda big deal, makes you think about things a little more. Bhutan and China at least Chengdu has been crossed out for me this year. Haven't done too many new or old countries but spent time between Malaysia and Singapore and also tons of domestic travel in Myanmar. Will continue doing that. Here's to Iran 2019 and hopefully China again. Bye bitch!

🐼  done

By  LWIN MAR HTUN  4 September 2018 YANGON — Mandalay is one of Myanmar’s most culturally rich cities and home to a number of listed historic monasteries, some of which are over 100 years old and remain in good condition as an example of ancient architecture. There are some well-known monasteries that are already popular with tourists in Mandalay and can become quite busy. To avoid the well-visited monasteries and take in the designs in peace and quiet, you can visit these monasteries which are less well-known but still beautiful. Second Shwe In Pin Monastery There are a total of three monasteries in the Shwe In Pin collection in Mandalay and this one is technically called ‘Second Shwe In Pin Monastery’ but people know it as simply ‘Shwe In Pin’. It is located on 89 th  Street between 37 th  and 38 th  streets in Maha Aung Myay Township. The monastery is 123 years old and it was built by two wealthy Chinese merchants. While the compound o...

Last update on 7th August 2018

+ Bhutan. Modern day Shangri-la? Pulling a Carina Lau and Tony Leung?

That's all. Thanks

+ Myanmar.

Done, + Egypt = 45 countries. What's next in the horizon: Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Jordan, Iran, Oman, Sudan, Afghanistan. Trans-Siberian? China and Russia Northern Lights/Iceland?

2016, was bad but could have been better. 2017 promises not as much but just slightly better.

I have been going around, talking about this and that about blogs with my son of late and it seems quite funny that one of the things that connected us together at the beginning were our blogs. We have spent years of our lives in the same circle but never actually having met each another. Till now that is. But the question remains, why do we like to write? Why is it as gay men, we have this desire in all of us to express ourselves be it love, hate, happiness, sadness, hopes and fears, ambitions and heart-ache? Do we secretly hope that somewhere out there, someone will read it and connect to us? Is it because it helps and make the hard times better once expressed out in words and paragraphs? Or is it because that's the only we know how? Whatever it is, writing certainly makes good reading materials esp when you look back and cringe at the stuff expressed and go - ugh!

One day as I glanced around the room where I have my weekly German language class, I couldn’t help but wondered why this group of people is learning arguably one of the hardest languages on earth. I don’t think it’s that difficult anymore but people make jokes about how life is too short to learn German. Today is week 10 and by now I already know most of my classmates and either they are married to Germans or Austrians or currently dating one or the other. This brings me back to when first I registered for the class, one of the question asked was ‘Warum lernen Sie Deutsch?’ I joked – ‘Für Spaß!’ and the teacher laughed.  What’s not to believe? After all I can’t be one of the many people here learning out of love now, can I? But I did and not too long ago. This goes back to one and half years ago when I decided to take one year off traveling the world. Like many Asians before me, I was scheduled to visit München and skip on Berlin when fate decides to mess around with me a li...

My goal for this year 1. Do well in my job, seize the day 2. Continue to learn and promote my content 3. Go back to class 4. Join the gym 5. Come out to my parents - the final frontier 6. Continue to learn about everything and be patient, be kind and be understanding

It's not conventional. Then again everything about you is anything but conventional. There is something deeper and darker behind the veneer of a beautiful smile that I first saw so many moons ago in Berlin. I’ve asked myself then who is that beautiful person? But like many guys before you, I just walked away feeling undeserving of anything seemingly better than I am. And I like it that you are deeper than what you appeared to be. You are too beautiful for words, not perfect but beautiful to me. But who would have thought? Here we are many months later, talking, gotten to know each another better and then what? What do I want from you? Maybe a lot more than what you can offer. I tried for months to understand this arrangement. We are not dating and don’t get me wrong, I am not even rushing for a boyfriend or a relationship nor am I so worried about putting a status or label to something but this is new territory for me. We are friends but then again being this far apart...

The break that I took from writing and also from just being with anyone other than my friends and sexual encounters have served me well. It gave me time to think and also see how other's are doing and sometimes I wish I could bitch slap the hell out of some people. Esp gay people and their indulgence in the ugly art of self pity. And all because of one or two episodes of heartbreak and they so called lost the love of their life. Or will never find love again. This coupled with carefully selected soundtrack and song. Anyone who uses that term to begin with will spell trouble. Need to get those silly romantic storybook notion slapped out of their head. Relationships can be fun but it's not an easy thing. Sometimes it work, sometimes it doesn't. I have yet to encounter any that is working for myself but I don't go around feeling sorry for myself that I lost my one great love thinking that it would never happen again. What I do want to never happen again is probably some ...

I didn't know I was skinny-fat until my Russian boyfriend told me so. Actually, I didn't even know that was a thing until he told me so. I did, however, suspect something was wrong with my body the first night I stayed over his house. I went to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, and ran into his roommate, Julio. I don't remember what he said, but I remember where he looked. He seemed to direct his entire conversation--and disgust--at my exposed midsection. Also known as my love handles. Julio (gay) and my boyfriend both possess the envious V-shape: broad shoulders narrowing down to a waist that hasn't smelled a carb in years. Their arms are huge, their chests are cut, their abs are visibly defined. I went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. Sure, I was a professional dancer, and I did yoga, and went running, and watched what I ate. And yes, I was probably in pretty good shape. But I didn't look good enough. http://www.theatlant...

I started out thinking that the year would be long but like everything else that I have learnt in life - time passes really fast and before you knew it, it would be over. And now it's more than over. Like Carrie said once in SATC, it's so over that we need a new word for over. Who knew that I would be forever changed by the experience that I had? Well...everyone knew it except for me. I wasn't hoping for much other than seeing some of the places that I only dreamed about in the past and of course there's always the fear of disappointment when things don't happen - so no expectations, no disappointment. Well, besides seeing and experiencing alot, I believe now my outlook, objectives and views in life is completely changed. There were a series of changes before and upon my return home - I've found love, lost it, since then I have left home again and now working in Singapore. It's not exactly the most exotic place on earth but it's a really big step for...

Note: This was written more than a year ago - how time flies! Current Location: on the train heading towards Zagreb, Croatia Yes, you would be surprised that I am not talking about Paris or London or anything like that. In any case, I have yet to get myself there to Paris so I wouldn't know but I have a feeling while I might enjoy these great cities in the western part of Europe, one city will remain enchanting to me and that is Budapest. Learning to pronounce the name itself is already beautiful - 'pest' is not actually pest but pesh. I also learnt that it is basically two city called Buda and Pest coming together but divided by a beautiful river called Danube - pronounced as 'danoob' and not 'danubeh'. I arrived in Pest late in the evening after a long drive from Cluj due to failing to secure any earlier tickets at all thanks to a rather famous music festival called Sziget - not that I know anything about it but that hiked up the prices of the dorm b...