17 September 2010

In the end

Towards graduation, still few more works to be done. Even though I don’t feel like working anymore. In a meeting, my boss told me “You have to go. I don’t want to see you anymore.” The reason? “You’d been great student for the first 2.5 years. After that, done. I have no idea what’d happened to you”. Well, 2.5 years after I joined PhD, which was 2009. I also have no idea what’d happened. Let analyze. 2009, what were going on during that period?

1. I moved to ‘better’ HDB flat, with nice flatmates. Did not endure the feeling of ‘tidak betah di rumah’ anymore (sumpah, gua ngga tahu bahasa Inggris yang bagusnya apa.)
2. Riani was coming to town. (did it have any bad effects?)
3. My roommate was ‘forced’ to leave, aka graduate for the sake of his boss’ advancement. I also watched some friends in my batch leaving.
4. Some of my works were done. Believe it or not, they are still at my boss’ desk till now for his gorgeous expectations.
5. I was going for holiday without any permission from my boss for a week. Thanks to my generous flatmate, which at that very moment, also started becoming an economic freak.
6. My ‘decent’ FYP students graduated. A ‘geniously nerdy smart’ FYP student started working with me.
7. It’s simply the ‘essential nature’ of what PhD should be.

Hmm.. I didn’t really aware on my deteriorating performance though. I just feel fine. Anyway, which point do you think has the most significant effect? I vote for the last one.

~AYS~
lagipilek

02 September 2010

Ooooooh Wooooooh

Ooooooh Wooooooh, Ooooooh Wooooooh

I want freedom I'm on fire, I want real job, pay me higher
See my thesis, takes its shape now, lot of chapters, make me feel proud
In the office I am writing though no result to be proud of
Graduation it sorrounds me, every thinking makes me happy

I will forever leave, all the jobs underneath research
Lets rejoice welcoming the day
and bid farewell at the end of this job
I will say

When I was younger I really dumber
I took PhD thinking it's my life path
I go to the lab do nothing but slack
Without feeling bad and then it goes
When I graduate my research ended
They'll call me pity, I'll call it is my fate
I want my life back without feeling bad
Without getting sacked to have a new life

Ooooooh Wooooooh, Ooooooh Wooooooh

~AYS~
thesiswritinginprogress