The city never sleeps

Its 4AM in the morning and I am suffering from a bad steak and kidney pie. And then some excitement :)

A girl surrounded by 4 men looks bad at this time of the night, and after careful observation I decide to call the cops, because it looks like they were either haggling about something or the girl was surprised. It doesn't help that she's wearing a teeny pink top.

Meanwhile I took a shot for good measure, but I must commend the brilliant response time of the coppers here. Time for one shot before I see the girl running off the moment the cop pulls up. Interesting.

Ah queens quay. I guess people in this neighbourhood pay 48% income tax for a reason.

Congratulations to CHUN !!!

I told em so.

Chun got into Rothschild. Congratulations , there is a bottle of moet going her way the moment she gets back here.

I am extremely impressed by her, and now I am through the roof. As always, I think she has done well for herself and she has been very strong in keeping her sights. Brava, dammit, brava. Its going to be an exciting time.

Watch and learn, young padawan.

Today was an incredibly long day. I had great dim sum for the afternoon though. Tomorrow, I really hope things go well. I am packing tonight and heading out over the weekend to EU, maybe.

We hold our breath.

Stuck in the middle with you

Well, at least stuck in the lift. For the first time in my life, the elevator I was in broke down. I was with the VP , and three other managers after sushi. So 5 of us in a 1960s hulk of metal in mid-air for 45 minutes. In this instance, esquire magazine's urban survival is useful. Sit down so you get all the cooler air, breathe slowly, conserve energy and be the first one out when the door opens.

And at all times, be cool. I have to admit , my manager and I were fine, but the older guys were wilting. The last 5 minutes were slightly scary though, cause i was starting to feel sleepy, always a bad sign of oxygen deprivation. 5 people in a lift for almost an hour is pretty hairy. They will never admit it though.

That was on Monday. Today we went to this posh french restaurant and met all the techies, and anyone else important to know. I made my assoc do the toast and give the customary gift, you know, management training. He has earned his wings. I am not much of a wine person at all, but I did enjoy it.

And !!!!!!!! the logo is out . D designed it and its perfect.

I don't think I will show it just yet, but it IS nice.

New look

So this is my new look. Farrah Fawcett has nothing on me:)

Britain's Got Talent

So I spend a night watching this program, above, and here are probably the two who might win. The top dog gets to perform in front of the queen.

They both perform :O , but I think the thing that catches most is the reaction they got. I watched it online and I was clapping. Yeah. Cliche songs, big american gameshow... and I am clapping in front of a screen. The particular version I was watching had 4000 other people on, and had been visited half a million times in the last week.

Whoa.
Just so I get to say 'hah I told you so', I say paul will win. You can be a cynical little prune wrapped up in a 'i am not mainstream' shell, and all you're gonna get is another night alone watching cult films. Which aren't cult because people call them cult films, which means people know about them, which means they ain't cult films.

OFF POINT. Watch.

Paul Potts - Nessum Dorma


Connie - Over the Rainbow

New Age Poetry

Maybe I don't read as much as I ought to, but I do listen to a tonne of songs. And yes, they are weighty because it is poetry, with a tune. And MTV helps too. I'd say some of my favorite songs have the added bounce from the videos I remember. Oh well this is just ranting, I am just fully awake and its 3AM in the morning.

I think this will be happening rather often in the future. I can't sleep because there is too much going on in my mind. Today was a good day, getting the routers and fibre optics, sending my associate the plans and calling up mom and david. It could be hope thats keeping me up. All the time, I think of things beyond my control, and maybe if I don't sleep, I mitigate the risk somehow. There is rent and payout, costs from small bits, subscriptions, entitlements, allowances, plane tickets, papers to settle. I've run out of scotch, and everything else that distracts me. David isn't here, and I bet my bottom dollar I love him so because he is just so weird :)

This afternoon, I took some time off to sit on the grass and walk around the neighbourhood. I really should bring out my camera when I do next time round. I really will miss toronto, and I have two weeks left before I fly off to the UK. Then its Montenegro, Zurich and Amsterdam for a bit. Its all strictly business, I swear.

So some beautiful lyrics, go check out the video if you can.

Gene - London Can You Wait
My kith and kin
I have sinned
I didn't hear the siren, or see him giving in
My kith and kin
I have sinned again
He said
"London can you wait
For all the things I have to say
London can you wait?"

David's Engagement Gift

Now, I think being a sg-ean has a part to play in this little investment of mine. Firstly, no way am I ever going to buy a car in that ol island cause its

1. Too expensive for too little. Honda can suck it.
2. Road Tax
3. Insurance
4. Mandatory clocking of 'learner' hours with some coffee swilling anti-meritocratic unionised driver, who will fail you when he finds out you are living at whatever posh place they consider posh or if you can't punctuate with 'la'. This I found out at Syl's expense.
5. The island is too small to try out 407kmph, unless you want to end up at the dock or in the dock, literally.
6. Car vandalism [ie People like to yank off logos and scratch at the paint]

I totally blame the pseudo egalitarian methods of getting a car there. Thats what it is. Stick it to the man I say.

Not that I am getting too big for my boots, but you only live once. If everyone wants to have the same things, no one would get hitched or have kids, or go to Starbucks, have personal bank accounts, or play tennis, or own a home, or buy a flat screen tv, or have home renovations, do well in exams or EVEN lock their doors at night. Its not about being flashy or humble at all. Nothing about it. If we all wanted to be equal, we'd all be celibate.

Wha, opinionated aren't I ? I think in the end, people forget they are loved and learn to judge instead. This is a giant diatribe right now, because we had a liquid lunch in the office, and discussed amongst ourselves why we are in the business. Everyone does it for someone, and its unfair but true that some people make it and some don't. We just hope that we are on the right side most of the time, and then somehow have this guilt that one ought to give to charity or sommat like that.

People don't change with money at all. Money is just this big amplifier, or a big pecking platform where the only part vulnerable to the public is his soul, because, otherwise, he is invincible.

Absolutely heartbroken.

All right. The naysayers have proved me wrong. I am far too young , impetuous, rash, stubborn. Everyone was right. I should not have ventured out into the world, I should have just stayed at home and become a lifguard at sentosa.

I have fallen in love with the Bugatti Veyron. And I cannot get it.

Its worth 850 000 POUNDS. POUNDS. Yes, £ . Its more expensive than the Mclaren F1.It will take me 3 years, if not 4, to have one.

A new challenge.

PS : G membership is closed. Perks being I will treat you like gold. And if you aren't in right now, you never will be. Suckas !!!!!!!!!!!! wahahahaha.

3 weeks to go

I am counting down the time left for the firm's canadian lap, and of course the start of the european tour. Lots of fun, minimal stress and david :)

I am packing my bags tonight, because I do too much stressing inbetween when I call the UK and when I am actually on the floor[traderoom]. Returning to singapore has some mixed feelings for me. On one hand, I want to show D and my senior associate [ooo fancy] how beautiful the country really is. On the other, home is always an unforgivable place, and there is such a painful experience of being the only shrimp representative at a lobster parade.

But its hotels, the weather, the nature reserves, the food, shopping, the city center. The more I look at the country, the more scope I see in it for business. The country is a resort. From a foreigner's eyes, its perfect. I know a couple of shady places, but you sure as heck don't get stabbed or mugged, drugs are obviously illegal and my GDP is higher than most people believe. I remember; when I got to toronto I sniffed at its clanking transport system. I will probably sniff at others, excluding the marvellous german system.

I also turned my would-be-associate into a suit today. His first good shirt, and the standard trimmings of blackberry, shiny leather shoes and whatnot. I make a great wing-woman. 70% of the fun is hamming it up, so businesscards are on the way as well. For anyone out there who thinks the best businesspeople are reserved, he/she hasn't met any yet. Its bling, brava and bragging rights. I personally know several CEOs who say, and I believe do, walk around in skintight leopard speedos at home and stick out their tongues in boardrooms. They never grow up, and neither will I. We will all pretend that its really really cool to be a stable adult with the mortgage, takes 14 [non-consecutive] days off work, and whose favorite expression is probably plagarised rot like, 'Money is the root of all evil' nonsense. I will be the first one in gold spandex to go jiggle in the middle of the suntec city fountain going 'Wahaha ooo don't take my evil, lets keep the evil from you, shall we?' I assume all burden.

I live by it and if I go down in flames and furious failure, bad press and am left with nothing, man, what a ride. Love me or leave me.

Probably the quiet, unassuming, model-a, never-touched-the-sun mollywhippit is the perfect square peg to fit into a perfect 6"x6" cubicle. You come into this world with nothing, and you leave with nothing but satisfaction, or regret.

Its all zen you know.

Unhappily turning vegetarian.

As I had a nice kalbi and shrimp dinner today, I scoffed at Neeta and Jess sharing a vegetarian option. Oh I love veggies, but I have vegan isues, to be explored another time.

Later on, this film I watched on google video, Earthlings, soundtracked by Moby, ought to be watched by anyone who wears fur, or consumes anything requiring animate parts. To begin with, I do think that we shouldnt be sheltered from the cruelty of slaughterhouses, if we eat meat. I am not saying go vegetarian [most of them ARE weird] , but we have to face the fact that there is more to just buying that t-bone on the rack, if that T-bone came from a hyper-slaughterhouse where men dont have enough time to even aim straight. It does have to go on. At least appreciate the value of meat as meat, and not see it as something we are entitled to.

The film was 1 Hour 36 minutes long, and I lasted to 1:13 , until it got to the lab experiments.

PS : Pork is by far the worst thing you should eat, seriously. Apparently the pigs that grow tumours are still put up for consumption. You are what you eat. AND kosher methods of killing is terrible too.

I probably made like 12 enemies with this one post, but watch it and see if you don't go on some form of moral rampage or the other. If you don't , its a big shame.