Dear Chums

Open letter to the chums in Bankerland:

Dear chums,

Yes, I am aware I am relatively young and have climbed the so called corporate ladder quicker than most of you who are, well frankly, a lot older than me. And because of the age differential, you chums think that you have earned your stripes blah blah blah, and hence should not be upstaged by a younger ciku. Well, I am sorry if you feel somewhat discriminated. I didn’t exactly see you chums complaining when my team and I were busting our asses on multiple transactions while you sit on your high horses doing jack, jacking off. Or the time when there was an opportunity to undertake some new projects; where were the lot of you when the boss asked who is interested to drive them. So, yes, relative to you chums, I am in a slightly better off position, but not undeservingly so. Don’t be so silo-ed my dear chums. Bankerland is but a small fry in this big big world of ours. I am but on a snail pace in comparison to the bigger fishes out there. That would make you chums slower than a snail, but I digress.

Don’t be so tunneled my fellow chums, that is what got you in this predicament in the first place. But if you do wish to continue meandering in your tunnel, I hope your tunnel is nice and comfy and colorful like the tunnel that you crawl into in one of those colorful blown up bouncy castles at the shopping malls. I hear colors are great for a baby’s development. Enjoy.

Yours sincerely,

Banker Wanker

p/s : I will be getting a promotion soon too, drinks on me chums.

The Constant Banker

It is 10 in the morning and I am enjoying the city’s foreign skyline from the highest floor of one of the best hotel that this city has to offer. I was lucky to be upgraded last night and the size of the room is enough to do some cart wheels with space to spare. Sigh, the view is excellent; I could sit here forever in this plush reading chair just staring into the skyline and doing some light reading. The din from the city is audible but only enough to be comforting and familiar, faint chatter emanating from the tv on the background provided some ambient sound to work myself into a relax mood. The work that needed to be done has been done, so it is down time now. I am exhausted and numb to a degree, but I am glad to be away from home. This morning, like many mornings that I have had in the past during my travels, I thought about the path that has led me to this very day, to this very moment. It has been a path fraught with much pain and disappointment and peppered with rare moments of success and getting something done right, at the right time. Abundance of luck appears to be the dominant theme. It could have been better, but it is not the worst, so that’s me settling again. I thought about how things have changed significantly in the last 9 months or so. I have changed, people around me too. Sidekick, Soulmate, Moonlight and the Queen have all changed too; for better or for worst, that’s not for me to judge. The only thing that has remained constant is the way I feel each time I stand in my hotel room, in a foreign land, alone, looking out into the skyline from the window. I will be in another foreign land next week and I look forward to the view from my hotel room again. Maybe one day, I would be able to share this with someone that matters…maybe some day, but not for now and maybe never. Time will tell if that’s a constant too…..

Ick ick..ma ma ma

Banker Wanker apologises for not writing much these past 2 weeks. I have been on the road a bit and would be for a while until the dust settles in Bankerland. I have been thinking of buying a netbook for portability as I often find myself bursting with things to write, and like a dream, I would struggle recalling them the next day when I do find myself in a position to write a post. I do occasionally type them into my blackberry, but the thought of accidentally sending it to a contact or worst still to my colleagues limits my foray into this mode of note taking. Yes, yes, I hear you, move with the times Banker Wanker. I think a voice recorder with a function to then transpose recordings to text would be awesome. I am certain it is out there, but probably not on a commercial basis yet.

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Overheard in Bankerland:

Snoop Dawg : “Do you think its normal if I draw diagrams for everything?”
Banker Wanker : “Yes it is. I hear spastic children draw them all the time. No worries dude”
Snoop Dawg : “I have been called a retard la but I prefer autistic”
Banker Wanker : “Dude, you are ass-tistic la. Its like fantastic but spelled differently”
Snoop Dawg : *nods with approval*


Overheard in Banker Wanker’s universe:

Banker Wanker: “Ok boi, you got to sit here and make this work kay. You got to crawl forward instead of backwards”
Bumblebee: *stares and drools, on tummy-ala sky diving position* “Eck eck…ma ma ma ma”
Banker Wanker: “Ok, now, you got your legs here, now pusssshhhhh your right feet” *holding on to tiny feet*
Bumblebee: *struggles struggles….goes backwards*
Banker Wanker: “Backwards is fine sometimes boi, but you can’t see where you are going. Now make this work kay. See, black ball in-front…Go boi! Go after the ball!!”
Bumblebee: *stares at ball rolling away, hands outstretched, big bum wriggling to try to move forward* “Ick ick…ma ma ma ma..ick ick” *still goes backwards*
Best conversation evarrrrrrrr…………..:)

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Predators is so bleah. I just don't buy Adrien Brody.

Ip Man 2 is okay okay only.

Looking forward to Inception.

Fire in the hole....kabooommm

So, the Queen and I have been on a cold war for a couple of days now after a series of arguments about work(mine)and how plugged out we have been in trying to juggle work, Bumblebee and ourselves. After all said and done, the same cycle repeats itself and the conclusion is predictable with me normally taking the short end of the stick. I can do no right.

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Things in Bankerland have been fluid and that's probably an understatement. Its tiresome to see structures and roles changing again and while it has largely been pretty ok for me, the timing of it all, coinciding with my already frayed mental state of mind is throwing me off my axis. The sad thing is, the many things (in particular relationships and friendships) that have brought much sanity are either no longer there or slowly unravelling to oblivion. Its like trying to shore up the foundations with ad-hoc building blocks only to realise much later that it has too much sand and not enough cement. On some days, I wish someone would blow me up (pun not intended) like one of those demolition jobs in Vegas, hit the foundations hard with TNT and let is crumble like a stack of cards. *Banker Wanker points to his chubby ass, please stick TNT there, make it a short fuse please*

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Sidekick, stay strong.I know things can be rough but you got to believe that one day, you would sail into calmer waters. Ok, sorry, I am lying, life can be a bitch all the time, and Murphy's Law dictates that some of us would probably continue to be in rough seas in perpetuity. But at least, potentially, you and I would have a kickass 60 feet state of the art yatch to surf the rough waves (yours would be named "Fuck Life", mine would be named "Suck This"), fitted with a jacuzzi, maple wood trimmings and virgin goat leather all round, endless supply of Moet and a hot crew (Italian studs for you, Japanese GT girls for me)to serve us. Keep the faith!