Quick update before i get back to my torturous task of finishing up my report.
Currently in my mind. There's these 3 words. Huge font. In bold. Screaming out in my head.

ATOMIC ABSORPTION SPECTROSCOPY!

When it all ends and the report is submitted. That will be my biggest relief for now! (:

Anyways,
to the actual post.
The other day, while rummaging through the piles of books in my room.
I found this book my bro gave me or in a way passed on when i was in secondary school.
'Chicken Soup For The Teenage Soul'
Been reading it lately.
And today.
I found this one story that to me makes a lot of sense.
And it really reflects back on myself.
I'll share it here.
Enjoy guys!

Paint Brush
by Bettie B. Youngs

I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever i may go,
In case i ever need to cover up
So the real me don't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do-that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.

I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But i want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.