It's amazing how much we have to talk about, or Complain about our FYPs. We're hardly done with it, we have been too busy throughout the semester with other projects, and the stress never ceases with the constant pushing, but nothing good comes out of it.
So all of us, every single one of us has a damn opinion of the FYP... we're individuals, we cope differently. And it's good that we've an unofficial forum right now on Facebook as we voice out our concerns and complaints. But sometimes, certain things that other people may say is as equivalent to stabbing a dagger right through the center of your skull, ramming right into the spot between your eyebrows.
And sometimes, you so wish that you could pour acid down other people's throats and probably leave them to suffer in agony as their throats burn, sizzle and melt. Never speaking, only croaking like old frogs in the swampy mess that they're in.
But in the end, nothing good ever comes out of wishing someone else bad, but at least I'm penning down my frustrations.
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