yes, we've come so far.
i thought all the hard work pays,
but i guess what we might probably get will be giggles, smirks or grins.
yes, it might not be perfect, it might just be just craps to people,
but for some reasons,
i'm still proud of it.
for i know,
we have had visions and goals,
and we achieved it.
yes, people might not understand,
but i guess it don't really matter now.
yes, i do feel sad when i don't see hopes in the eyes of people.
who can please everyone anyways?
"nah.. not my type"
how often do we hear that?
and what's important now is,
we slogged for it and this is the end-product we ought to be proud of.
we've come so far,
i refused to believe that we're just a bunch of unprofessionals.
we take pride in our work,
but accidents do happen.
the devil is telling me,
"oh man, what kinda work is this?"
the angel is replying,
"it's an honourable piece of work."
the devil says,
"bet you dare to show it to people!"
but the angel didn't respond this time.
a deep sensation surrounds,
but nothing came to convince.
yes, i feel there're still room for improvement.
but the reality and people are harsh.
they don't give a damn and condemn you right away.
they make remarks,
yet in their eyes,
you don't worth the impression at all.
they remember the bads forever,
how many goods can they remember?
probably 1 or none.
for i really take pride this time,
i believed we all do,
am i supposed to believe that
we are forever a bunch of mediocre amateur workers?
nah, i choose not to believe.
honour us as humans who aren't perfect all the time.

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