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Fish + Bicycle = ???

February 18, 2008

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey, hey
mmmm…..
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey, hey, hey, hey
yea…

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you, even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself

nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah

And did you fall for a shooting star
Fall for a shooting star

nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah

Are you lonely looking for yourself out there

“Drops of Jupiter” – Train

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What a weekend. I’m pretty drained, on all levels, and my liver is still cowering in a dark corner somewhere. I’ve tried to lure it out with water and promises of detox, but it’s not having any of me for a while. If you happen to see it running around, grab it for me, would you?

The Dragon Week party ended up being more of a cocktail reception in a nice venue with muted music than a full-blown INSEAD shirt-ripper, but it was a good night overall. Interesting, as all nights are, when you involve INSEAD “participants” and open bars. I’m pretty bummed that I didn’t win the raffle draw for 2 round-trip plane tickets from Paris to Hong Kong, though. I mean, who can say no to a free trip to Asia?

Incoming disclaimer for those who think that INSEAD is all about drunk and games. Uhm, fun and games, even. Saturday morning was an eye-opener, with seventy some-odd Market Driving Strategies students packing the Lower Gallery cubicles for two marathon decision rounds followed by an excellent closing lecture by superstar professor Markus Christen and a champagne reception paid for by said professor. Yeah, yeah, this last bit didn’t really further my intention of dispelling the notion of INSEA(lcoholics)D, but hey, you can’t turn down free champagne.

Everyone’s sprinting down the P3 home stretch this week, trying to wrap up projects, gear up for the break and mentally prepare for what’s laying in store. The P4 Job/Career/Life Direction Madness Express is due to pull into the station in seventeen days. I’m curious (in a sticking-scissors-in-an-electrical socket kind of way) about how the student, campus, social, and housing dynamics of P4 are going to play out, what with the shift of human mass from Singapore back to Fonty.

Gotta polish up those track spikes for tomorrow. Here we go again!

“Pour ce qui est de l’avenir, il ne s’agit pas de le prévoir, mais de le rendre possible.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Sol

February 10, 2008

Hello
I’ve waited here for you
Everlong

Tonight
I throw myself into
And out of the red out of her head she sang

Come down and waste away with me
Down with me
Slow how you wanted it to be
I’m over my head, out of her head she sang

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you
You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang

Breathe out
So I can breathe you in
Hold you in

And now
I know you’ve always been
Out of your head, out of my head I sang

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you
You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang

And I wonder
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you
You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when

“Everlong” – Foo Fighters


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God, I love acoustic guitars.  And Dave Grohl.  And rock.  And sugar, spice, and everything nice? And, and, and these are a few of my favorite things…

I’m almost out of beer (the horror!), but fear not, I picked up a bottle of Balvenie on my marathon shopping trip to Champion this evening.  Well, more like morning to me, but who’s keeping track?

This was the third day in a row that our little Fonty bubble was blessed with good ol’ fashion sunshine. Oh glorious day, which I decided to sleep away, tossing, turning, and swiveling to keep my face awash in the mellow rays streaming through the bedroom window.  After god knows how long, I feel rested. But, but, but.  But nothing.  I enjoyed my day off, with naught on my mind but for everything.  Push.  Pull.  Stasis.  I’ll have the latter; Menu Maxi, please.

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After putting back a healthy fifth whilst attempting to hammer out this post, here’s the Balvenie post-mortem:  Very mellow, silky smooth, hint of honey (though this could be from the sherry casks and not so much the bees), slight touch of wood, tiny eentsy-weensty bit of bite, definitely better straight-up than on the rocks, and devilishly deceiving.  Cheers, dearest reader(s).

Here’s to tomorrow, and a new day.

Electives

November 19, 2007

P2 is halfway done, and the glass is half full? Oh god, how it pains me to type that. The latter bit, that is.

Bidding for our first elective courses starts in 8.5 hours, and I have no idea what I plan on taking. Finance with a dose of strategy? Media with a dash of entrepreneurship? Communications with a pinch of negotiations? Decisions, decisions. It’s almost like figuring out what I’m going to wear tomorrow, only not so bad.

INSEAD allots each student a pool of 200 points/year to bid for electives, campus exchanges and small furry rabbits. The system is based on a marginal bid structure, whereby the number of points you actually pay for a class is equivalent to the bid of the last person to enter the class. Say, for example, that there are 96 slots open for a particularly popular class. You can bid anywhere from 1 to 199, and if the the 96th slot gets in with a bid of 1, you only give up one point. Problems arise when people bid 1 for a not-so-popular class, expecting to be guaranteed a spot, only to find out that the winning bid is 2.

Whoops.

Since there are classes which are only offered in specific periods, on specific campuses, with specific star professors, you really have to map out the classes you want to take for P3, P4 and P5 ahead of time.

On that happy note, I’m going to go drink 4 liters of water to offset the half case of beer I just ingested.

Bon nuit.

Vinieron, Fueron

October 24, 2007

“A monopolist (INSEAD campus bar) faces the following demand curve (perfectly inelastic) for beer at 12:00 noon on the day of the last exam:

Qd=16,837+56P

Please calculate the profit maximizing and revenue maximizing quantities.”

Yes, that’s right; the slope is positive. If you’re a P1 and actually caught that, your 50K Euro have been well spent.

By the look of euphoric, rapturous, orgasmic joy on students’ faces at noon today, you’d think that England won the World Cup or something. INSEAD should really schedule  the Open Days for new and potential admits on the last day of P1 every year. They’d have no trouble convincing the “I’ve got to choose between LBS and INSEAD” crowd to plunk down their deposit. Immediately. In cash.

The bar area was so full that it wasn’t possible to walk through to get to the cafeteria. I ended up swinging a wide arc around the smokers’ patio and going through a side door in order to get lunch. On a regular day, you might see a few small groups sitting around, chatting over the thimble-sized drafts the bar has on offer. This afternoon, I don’t think I saw anyone with anything smaller than the cannonball-sized goblets that they keep on hand for occasions like this. I swear, these things are the size of a small child’s head.

So yeah, for you “academically oriented” folks out there who’ve heard rumors about INSEAD being a cake walk, rest assured; it’s not. The exams are long, tedious, spleen-grinding affairs that are as much a test of your grasp on the material as a test of your stamina. I’m certain that part of the reason so much beer was consumed today was not because people were thirsty or wanted to drown their sorrows, but rather because we’d had every drop of life sucked out of us over the past 3 days and needed something to fill the void.

But let’s not talk about tests. There’s a whopping 4-day break (inclusive of a 2-day weekend) ahead of us where we have no work….No, wait, we do! Yay! So those of you who are going to Barcelona, Morocco, Rome, Pakistan and various bits of France, don’t forget to bring your case reading that’s due on Monday!

Bon voyage.

No Lo Se

September 27, 2007

I feel obligated to write, but I’ve got no clue where to start. The active J08 bloggers seem to have everything covered, with pictures to boot.  Classes are moving along at a fairly insane pace, P1 is more than half over, exams are right around the corner and I still have no idea what the hell a T-Account is.

Note to all future intakes: The idea of trying to catch up on the previous week’s worth of work on the weekends doesn’t fly.  Either do it during the week, or don’t do it at all.  Something always manages to come up on Saturday, and Sundays are reserved for sleep and a visit to the marche (food market/flea market) in Fonty center.

Those with an interest in finance have begun the interview process and I seem to have missed the ocean, let alone the boat.  I guess that means I wasn’t cut out to be a financier in the first place.  That, or I’m just lazy.

“Club 16,” one of the nicest big houses I’ve been privileged to see, is hosting their second P1 party this evening.  The theme is Oktberfest, and the email invites have advised people to bring beer.  Seeing that in France, wine is cheaper than water and beer, I’m curious to see what kind of supply they end up with.  Alas, I’m staying in this rainy evening and cuddling up with Ross, Westerfield, Jaffe, Jordan’s Modern Financial Management, 8th Edition.  I hear portfolio covariance calculations make for warm bedfellows.

Bon nuit.