I've started work and am facing an identity crisis. I guess the lack of sleep is playing a big part. Yes, I am now proudly working banker hours. Well, not quite, the latest I've been stuck at the office is 7:30, that's about 11 hours in the office. My friends in NY have dealt with much worse. Oh well. But you know, ironically, now that I've started working, I've had several people call me with job offers. It's like how chronically single guys suddenly become chick magnets when they're in a relationship. Well, in both fronts, I've pledged to keep my options open. Although I feel a little slimey for thinking that way...

Much of Sunday was spent chillin out at a champagne lunch hosted by Eric, a guy from New York that I met randomly at a networking event last month. He's new in town and is looking to find people to hang out with. Anyway, phatty meal, with Apple crepes, croissants, scones, brie, fruit salad, and the aforementioned bubbly. Word. And I just showed up in my ratty 30 kuai track pants that I bought in Guangzhou. I think my ghettoness is genetic. It'll take another generation or two to get snuffed out. Anyway, this guy had a sweet apartment which seemed pricey to me (nearly 3 times my rent) but it comes out to around US$800. Now in New York...