As the entire campus shifts towards the semester’s crunch period, your project members naturally display signs of dissatisfaction they have for you. My project members (not all) do that.

I have spent three hours brainstorming on ideas which were not taken into consideration. No hard feelings about that. But it does not help me think better if one member continually stares into blank space while the other came up with script dialogues based on malformed grammar and off colour jokes – to which were perceived as hilarious.

I’m beginning to feel the impact of Singlish and its variants on my university coursework. As much as I desire to improve on my writings, project mates like these became the obvious obstacles standing in my way. The disdain does not apply on the historical and cultural aspects of the language. I appreciate how quickly we refer Singlish as part of our national identity, but to make it inclusive in academic work degrades the quality of my work, somehow.

And apart from this, one of my project mates suffers from confidence issues. Very desperate he often gets, he assumes credits ever so quickly while negating my efforts I have put in. Chancing on all the opportunities he can get, he never fails to highlight how unsatisfied the lecturer is with my work. In a nutshell, I get all the blame and he gets all the self-proclaimed fame.

As far as I know, he’s Christian by faith. I’m not anywhere nearer to being Christ-like by any standards. But the way I see things, he needs more divine intervention.