Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away...

Haiz, the great setback yesterday. I foolishly thought our survey was picked as the main template for the draft because ours were good. It was pure wish-thinking on my part.

What do you mean when you said," This questionnaire is full of mistakes, feel free to pin point the mistakes, you will get participating marks." What the hell. Asking us to pin-point 75% of our survey to get ourselves participation marks? In the first place, everyone just isnt criticising just because of the participating marks, they were criticising because it was not their survey. Now that they know ours is a problematic survey, ain't they happy theirs ain't picked?

This is so cruel, leaving our group to get hurt there. Just like a roasted duck, all you can do is sit there and wait to be eaten. It's so unbearable, so sad, so reluctant. But what else can you do? You cant run away, you have been caught, been cooked, people just cant wait to devour you.

Heart-broken, our efforts were considered shit, total rubbish, something that is not to be followed, something that people laugh at, something that is not worth a cent.

How are we to convince ourselves to put effort in this project again? When all we get are just shit. Shit from the dump, rubbish from the rubbish chute.

Fortunately, our grp is together. We shall take this together, face the sharks, face the storm, face those stupid blind ships wanting to crash into us. Let's give a toast to ourselves for our effort. As long as we put in our best, it is our best. Others' comments are just passing irritating small waves, not enough to push us down. We will be like the strong lighthouses, lighting up without fail. ChEeRs peeps!~ Tomorrow will be a better day, no matter how many waves we have to endure...