[mbamrs] I am still trying to distill my own reflections of the 3/5 mark into an appropriately sentimental yet amusing post. In the meantime, a dear friend who has departed from Singapore has shared his reflections. Enjoy. :: Time for a reflection. They always say in almost any wanky, consultant produced flow diagram that you [...]
Archive for June, 2009
Guest post #something :: 6 months later
Posted in Uncategorized on June 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Some tips for the newly admitted
Posted in Uncategorized on June 23, 2009 | 15 Comments »
Dear Prefrosh, I’m getting some interesting search terms that land hits on the blog, so let me dish out some advice. It will make me feel important. I know I’d said before that this blog wasn’t about you, it’s about me, but I’m feeling particularly generous at the moment. So here’s a bunch of stuff [...]
Sleep debt overhang
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blog, INSEAD, MBA, Paris, parties, sleep deprivation, time management on June 22, 2009 | 2 Comments »
First off, a tip to the gentlemen readers: Never tell a woman that she looks tired. No matter how sympathetically you think you sound, just don’t do it. Admittedly the 48-hour sleep deficit I’ve been running over the last week isn’t doing wonders for my skin or my abilities to stay focused on the most [...]
Time Travel
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged growing up, INSEAD, MBA, memory lane, non sequitur, travel on June 15, 2009 | 2 Comments »
My favorite pair of shoes ever was this bright red strappy pair of camper sandals that lasted me 3 summers of near-daily wear. I bought them while on vacation in a seaside european town back when the dollar to the euro exchange rate was not as ugly. I am back at this seaside town this [...]
The Arbitrage of Place and Time
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cognitive dissonance, growing up, INSEAD, MBA, memory lane, recruiting, self-actualization, shit ton of debt, time management on June 7, 2009 | 9 Comments »
This time one year ago, a June weekend might have looked like this: I probably woke up late on a Saturday, grabbed a New Yorker or a Gourmet magazine, and whiled the morning away over a huge coffee and a spinach, egg and cheese muffin at the bakery down the street. Then I wandered into [...]
