Chorus
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I don’t
I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Chorus

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Chorus

Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell it that
It’s not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it’s born again

Chorus

How long I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever

“Otherside” - Red Hot Chili Peppers

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Good night, folks. It’s been an amazing journey.  Best of luck to you.

As you can tell, my Espanol could use a little improvement. So could my html, as I can’t figure out how to tilda my en-yay.

After pouring my heart and soul into my INSEAD essays, and my wallet into the application fee, I told myself that it would probably be a good time to start figuring out what I was getting myself in to. As a child of the digital age, weaned on Nintendo – or Famicom, for you fellow nerds out there – the first resource I turned to was, of course, our Wonderful World Wide Web. You’ll notice, as this blog progresses, that I love alliteration. A bit too much, really.

Typing “INSEAD” in to a Google search yields something in the neighborhood of 2,230,000 results. Amongst these, you’ll find outdated interviews with adcoms, ads for extortionately priced Singaporean apartments owned by INSEAD alums, useful tidbits like what INSEAD stands for anyway (Institut Européen d’Administration des Affaires in case you were wondering), and blogs. It is the latter that I wish to address during my working hours today. And if my boss happens to be reading this, yes; I am blogging on the clock. What are you going to do, fire me? I need a vacation anyway. Nyah, nyah, nyah.

One of the first blogs I ran across was Willy Nilly’s, much to the detriment of other MBA web logs. If you have a few hours to spare, or if you’re a speed reader, jump over and have a go at it. Caveat emptor, you’ll probably find yourself drafting an application to INSEAD afterward. Suffice to say, Nilly’s blog was an inspiration and confirmation of what I envisioned the upcoming year to be: life-altering, mind-bending, body-testing madness. I laughed. I cried. But most of all, I wanted to reach through my LCD and dance with her. I cannot even begin to hope to match her level of prose, but I’ll sure as hell try. First order of business: get rid of all the “I’s” in the last paragraph. Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow.

If anyone knows how to get a hold of Willy Nilly, shoot me an email at dtlf08 at gmail dot com. The address listed on her blog is long dead, and I’d like to let this incredible woman know what kind of impact she had on my decision to go with INSEAD.