Here comes the long weekend!

My entire upper body is aching from working out at Raffles Place' California Fitness. Sorry, I've joined the dark side. I'm going to be $63.13 poorer every month for yet another commitment. Add that to the protein shakes I'm expecting to fork out for at least thrice a week...Okay let's not go there. It's getting rather depressing.

The SMU interview went pretty well I suppose. It's...unconventional. Interesting and rather stress-free, though. Lucky me, I didn't prepare anything business-related for the interview. I didn't have the time, anyway. All I had in my head was dota and that particularly mesmerizing marimba piece. They didn't test anything business related at all. I still kinda like that foot and a half tall jar of mustard and the fact that I actually had the idea of running around campus pelting everyone with mustard filled balloons.

Got myself another Steve Berry. The Romanov Prophecy. Promises to be a good read...another trusty companion for my boring work afternoons (when I'm not practicing, anyways. And yes, I do practice and not slack off the entire day as some people might think.)

When will this longing fade...