Si nu guet bien, nu ena boucou chance pou vivre dans ene pays couman moris. Nu vivre dans ene vrai paradi. Presque tou les zours gramatin mo leve mo la tete, mo guet sa le ciel la, li bleu claire. Ene zoli bleu encor. Ek mo apprecier bannes premiers rayons soleil ki caresse mo la peau. Nu lor ene ti l’ile cocasse net ek so la plage emplas.

Nu pays p progresser. Ale foodcourt trianon ene zour dans ene samedi ek check ene coute. La plupar moricien ena cash, ek zots pas hesiter depense boucou pou manz gonaz. Nu gagne boucou facilite dans la main. Plis important, nu ena l’espoir parceki moris p monter.

Ena boucou pays pas cav mem reve ena sa l’espoir la.. Sorti dehors pas fouti.. maladie, la guerre, la famine p attane zots.

Mem sa boucou plaigner, ena mem ki kitte pays aller.  Kifer?

Li trop irrealiste pou croire dans ene moris ki cav realise nu bannes reves?

I have noticed a pattern in my level of productivity. Ever since high school, I have had projects to submit, and of course, with the dreaded deadlines. I would say 80% of the work to be completed gets done when I am under pressure, that is when the deadline is near. The other 20% gets done as and when I find something really interesting to look into. The problem is that I always want perfection, I am never satisfied and I recurrently keep on polishing my work. But thats until I get bored and start to procrastinate again.

This ad hoc style of “project management” interestingly has worked so far but I wonder, till when?  Such methods have inherent downsides like, you may never anticipate lurking disasters; or the work submitted is always substandard. I need discipline.