Am in a totally bad mood these days. A tiny little thing that doesnt usually affect me piss me off big time. I get exasperated easily by miniscule matters. And the tears faucet need the least encouragement to roll.


Staring at my experiment today (yes, I'm back to doing experiments when I'm just 2 weeks away from the dateline) which had strangely abnormal results, I felt so totally helpless. Thinking about the amount of things that I have to do before next week, I nearly broke down right there and then in the lab.


Listening to my Dad's voice over the phone asking what happened to my experiment, the tears just threatened to roll again.


It was all I could do to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat and clear away all tears forming to put on a brave front for my PO. I don't wanna scare her twice in a week.


Stress piling, immense pressure building, expectations to live up to, the race against time.


I really cant breathe this time.