Work and Focus
Just got back from my meeting with Peter for this week. I have yet to settle on a specific topic; and for that I am most disturbed. I guess it has a lot to do with my own personal standards, as well as Peter’s. I mean, we could very possibly do a simple UK replication of a prior US study; but Peter [and myself too] wants a thesis that will be publishable in the top journals. Which means finding something that is original, unique and provides a proper contribution to literature.
This automatically rules out any study of Malaysian corporate governance – while it is interesting, it does not warrant much addition to the existing literature. I am not looking to find the cure for AIDS, so to speak, but an equally profound study should be what I am aiming for. It is now March, almost. And yet, I am nowhere. The good thing is, so are most of the other people. The bad thing is – I don’t want to be stuck at this point for any longer than I should be.
Perhaps some of my poor work ethics should also be highlighted. For one, even though I come into the office at 8.30am, I spend almost 1 hour or even 90 minutes on chatting to various people in various places. Proper work only starts at 10am. That should be cut out entirely. I leave the office at 5 or 6pm and do nothing for the rest of the day. That too, should be amended.
Okay, to be fair this week isn’t a good week. I am saddled with some RA work, had to go down to Manchester for a USELESS evening of politics, plus spent a few nights with dikir barat practice. Dikir barat will be over tonight – and I should not use dikir barat as an excuse when I do nothing at night anyway. But I should cut out the hanging out and focus on the task at hand. I want a topic, I need a topic and I’m the only person who could come up with a topic for me!
I think I’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest with all this stuff about SBPs and MRSMs and how they rank in the SPM rankings. To be perfectly honest, the entry wasn’t a plug for how good my school is. Because, let’s face it, I’ve been there and I know it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Believe it or not, during my SPM year, we managed to break a record of major proportions by not getting a 100% SPM pass; not that I hold anything against anybody.