Untold Cosmic Powers

It was June I told myself, June that the flowers will bloom, all will end well and I will complete writing my thesis and live happily ever after. Well as a start, flowers don’t bloom in winter, my thesis isn’t due till March 2007, and I can’t live happily ever after when I don’t have a cent in my retirement fund. The targets were unrealistic I have to admit, but I can always use unrealistic targets as a good source of motivation. It works like this; create a pressure cooker to induce unnecessary stress, tap into stress induced to generate motivation for drudgery and at the same time, fairly distribute residual stress to annoy anyone who is somehow connected to me by blood, relationship or proximity.

I came to realise that through reasons unexplainable by biology, there is an inbuilt mechanism in me that dictates my productive output. It is a little like the digital timer I use to turn my column heater on/ off at certain hours of the day. When the off switch is flicked, no matter how much stress is being cumulated through self-infliction, the stress energy gets stored in a certain reservoir resulting in no productive output whatsoever. This mechanism appears to triggered by solar power. I came to this deduction because I notice that when the clock reads between 12pm (which is half hour after I usually wake up) and 6pm, I contribute as much to my academic endeavors as the soft-shell turtle’s contribute to a nation’s GDP (I don’t know what that means, but I always wanted to use ‘soft-shell turtle’ in an analogy). However, when the clock hits 6pm and the sun has set, a certain enigmatic force which has a certain resemblance to mom’s voice whispering in my ear if I have done my homework (think they call it guilt), will release a surge of impulse to write at least two whole paragraphs of my thesis. Quite uncanny really. But I musts say that this sudden rush of mental force can be quite draining, thus leaving me often with no choice but to retreat to my living room not long after to watch a DVD, preferably Stephen Chow, or watch the World Cup, or write a blog entry.

At this rate, think I’ll finish my thesis at the end of the World Cup, in South Africa.