Everyone is not in the postgraduate room today.
Everyone has their own business.
Meanwhile, I am actually should not be here.
My place should be in the kitchen.
Baking again and again till finally get the success recipe.
I am expecting I to get to it in only 2 weeks, which is absolutely ridiculous.
And, I never thought my co-supervisor comment will be very harsh to be digested.
AN UGLY TRUTH i tell you.
A TOTAL FAILURE.
I snap. And post it to the FB.
Sounds very like this.
SERIOUSLY. I HAVE TO SHOUT OUT LOUD THIS TIME.
Please do not criticize my biscuits with extremely mean comments.
I am actually feeling like to cry but at the same time slap that face (which include my supervisor).
This is A LOT OF HARD WORK to do. Argh.
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And, it does not make me feel better. But, almost giving up actually.
