Gucci and Beef

The trip has been a few days of waste and excess amidst very very hard work. The Great Singapore Sale (in acronym-obssessed Singapore, is known as GSS) isn't as great as it used to be when I went there as a 15-year old. Or could it be that the discounts at Gucci aren't as great as the discounts at Giordano?


But thanks to the Gucci family I now have a spanking new name card holder.

The amount of money spent on corporate schmoozing during those few days were probably enough to feed the entire population of Somalia for a year. Watching my obviously more senior bankers and colleagues, it showed me how the big the world was.

But did I feel my world was small?

Not really. Maybe growing older helps you to see past the superficiality and that after all the fine food, the small talk, the whole aura and impression of power and importance you feel when you mix with people who manage billions of dollars, it's just a job and you've got other loves in your life.

Well unless of course those other loves of yours consistently forget to ensure their phones are placed within network range in their house when they know somebody they love is most likely going to call in the next few hours.

Beef.