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.