Dreadful 11/7

11 July, the dreadful day...
Where i lose all my face...

This day was my school's projects day, semi-finals. Seems exciting, eh? Not at all. My group members and i embarrassed ourselves totally.

We had progressed from Preliminary round to the Semi-finals. But because we always thought we had enough time, worse still, one of our group members didn't want to co-operate when the rest of us were doing last minute work, thus we failed to progress. It was expected.

But i wasn't depressed about the failure of progressing, i was depressed about the failure of being a good group member, and i was depressed to have such an ugly failure.

Because we had not even done what that was least expected.

Instead of blaming others, i condemn myself.

I really could not manage my time...i was a failure...right?

Enough of the depress, seems like i just need to take it as a lesson learnt.