Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night. Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried, "Splendid is the flower!" Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed.
Poetic Flower.
Friday, October 30, 2009:
so long, farewell
..if only.

if only i had put that littttllleee bit more effort into the poster. if only i had put a littttlllee more thought into my design response. if only i hadn't listed to H and changed my original design so there was less road reserve and more open space. oh well...i suppose those with industry experience don't always know best.

if there is one thing i have learnt, you MUST listen carefully to your authorities. ultimately, they are the one with the power to grade you well (regardless of subjective standards).

...hmmm...

i spent a lot of time editing that poster. i'm pretty sure i'll be spending a lot moreee time editing this report. considering there is hardly any time left, i'm a little concerned...where do i draw the line from retouching people's grammar to completely changing their original work?

-_-;;

Dear God, i know i am no longer able to graduate with first class honours but i do hope to at least finish these final subjects with a minimum of 80.
thank you!

modernidealist blogged on 01:13 am

 

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