Okay, there are good news and bad news. What would you like?
The bad news is that, this is another thesis story. I am so sorry that you have to listen to my woes about a stack of papers that I have to write. Unfortunately, my sorry-ness doesn’t stop the woes from happening.
The good news: It ends. In 5 grand days. After which, I promise to post my, often emotional, sometimes comical, annual summary on how the year went by. Last year, I made you look at the University of Melbourne’s exam conditions. This year, I promise you something better.
To be honest, this post feels a little… what do you call it… naughty. I am not supposed to be here. And if anyone asked, you promise to say the same? Yes I know, you promised.
Anyway, you know what to do if someone, or anyone asked about my whereabouts.
These days, it feels that I am leading a monasteric life. I wake up at 8, trot to the toilet, then to the kitchen for the preparation of the days’ ammunition and back into my room, armed with food that would last me for the next 9 hours while I write and amend what I have of the thesis.
I now work an average of 15 hours a day. Non-stop.
With an average shower time of 4 minutes.
Work and more work. It is a clockwork motion. [Pun fully intended]
It is like a monasteric life of solitude and mental energy. Except I have the internet at my fingertips.
Sometime back, I was disillusioned. Disillusioned enough to say that I am an organized person. Here is the honest truth, all this writing has turned me into a slob. My bed is unmade. My prized Elmo is neglected. Papers are strewn everywhere. My footstool now has a new glamorous job of being a paper pedestal. If a burglar came by and ransacked my room, I wouldn’t know the difference.
And oh, look carefully at the laptop. I was on youtube.
Yes, youtube.
Remember... you promised you won’t tell.
Well... I am not supposed to be spending what is left of my vocabulary on a blog. I am supposed to be hard at work on what supervisors call the thesis. But you know what, dear friends and wayward readers, I miss you too much to stay away.
Anyway, you know what to do if someone, or anyone asked about my whereabouts.
These days, it feels that I am leading a monasteric life. I wake up at 8, trot to the toilet, then to the kitchen for the preparation of the days’ ammunition and back into my room, armed with food that would last me for the next 9 hours while I write and amend what I have of the thesis.
I would stay, in solitude until hunger calls my name when a trot to the kitchen and toilet would be in order to satisfy [1] basic human needs and [2] energy requirements. Dinner would last for the next 3 hours at the computer while work is being done.
After dinner has ended, work carries on till 11 when a longer trot to the toilet is required to satisfy human sanitary needs. Sleep, then calls my name.
I now work an average of 15 hours a day. Non-stop.
With an average shower time of 4 minutes.
Work and more work. It is a clockwork motion. [Pun fully intended]
It is like a monasteric life of solitude and mental energy. Except I have the internet at my fingertips.
Sometime back, I was disillusioned. Disillusioned enough to say that I am an organized person. Here is the honest truth, all this writing has turned me into a slob. My bed is unmade. My prized Elmo is neglected. Papers are strewn everywhere. My footstool now has a new glamorous job of being a paper pedestal. If a burglar came by and ransacked my room, I wouldn’t know the difference.
And oh, look carefully at the laptop. I was on youtube.
Yes, youtube.
Remember... you promised you won’t tell.
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