Is raya in the lab an option?

Assalamualaikum,
So Syawal is near...and Ramadhan is leaving us.
Will we be given the opportunity to experience the wonders offered by Ramadhan again next year?
I don't know.
But I do know that I hope for the best for me and you :)
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Truth is, I am not really psyched with the idea of raya. I am actually very worried of my research project. There's so many things going on in my head that I need to put pen to paper before I can make sense of all the problems plaguing my mind.
Sometimes, there's so many things in my head that I get carried away and be over-focused on the project. I think that is why people think I am so serious. Truth is, my mind is somewhere else: troubleshooting the failed experiments, planning future courses of action, making plan B, C, D and sometimes E if my original plan don't work out.....wow, I could go on and on...seriously.

Can I go to the lab during the celebrations?
But I must be fair to my family, mereka pun ada hak atas diriku.
Lisa, PRIORITIZE!

I want to complete my research ASAP!
Let the path to that goal is easy..without too many thorns.

After I complete my project, then what?
What I'll do?
Dunno.
I'll decide when the time comes.
Cross the bridge when you see it, now focus on getting over this cliff!

Gotta think things through...

Err...if I may ask, what about the funding for Malaysia's research? Anyone care to elaborate???

Childhood sweetheart

Man Who Can't Be Moved
Artist: Script
Album: The Script

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand
Saying, "if you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?"

Some try to hand me money they don't understand
I'm not broke, I'm just a broken-hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do?
And how can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

'Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

Policeman says, "son, you can't stay here"
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl, oh
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world, mmm

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cos you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved

'Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

(So I'm not moving) 'Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
(I'm not moving) And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
(I'm not moving) Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet
(I'm not moving) And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Sweet song..
I dunno why but it makes me think about my childhood sweetheart :)
Love when you're 5 or 6 years old is simple and pure, no complications that often accompany 'adult' love (is that even the right word to use? sounds a bit weird)...
That boy as I remember is a tall skinny guy with a shock of wavy hair. He is the eldest son of my mother's stepbrother. We used to stay at his house when we're in London (My family used to live in UK for a couple of years when my mom was doing her Master's).
We used to play together at his house, along with my little sis and his brother and sister. Whenever we play House a.k.a main mak mak he will always be the father, I'm the mother and all the others are our babies :D Then he'll tell the others to play somewhere else and that leaves us both together. After that we'll just lie on the floor, looking out the window and he'll be talking all the way. I think I mainly just smile at his endless babbles ( am I so mature or just dunno what to say? hahaha). Then he'll put his arms around me and say that someday when we're all grown up we'll be together like this, and I totally believed him...
Ah, the innocence of a childish hope... :)
Seriously, when I think it over, luckily we're all just a bunch of kids because if I were to do the same now, it'd be scandalous!
However, the sad thing is that I never saw him again. I don't even remember his name. Maybe after this I'll ask my mom whether she remembers.
I really hope to see him again, just to know what he's doing now and maybe laugh at our childhood memories together if he still remembers it.
As of now, I really miss the kid that once told me we'll be together someday. At that time, I really thought he'll wait for me and everything he said would come true.
But then things change..our lives change.
The last I heard about his family is that they're all still in London. Maybe they're staying there for good, but who knows? Maybe by a miracle we'll meet again. Until then, I wish him all the luck in the world and may he be happy :)