
The bridge and bench, a group work and an individual work, were what we busy on, since the very 1st day of this final semester. In this 2 and a half weeks time, to come out something good, is really tough.Average sleeping time daily was around 2-3 hours, not to mention the days that didn't sleep at all.
I have learned my lesson, work according to the given time, know when and what to sacrifice.
7.50 a.m. Wednesday, 12 August, 2009
On the way to college after printing, in Jun Wai's car.
Jun Wai: "Do you feel the glorious moment?"
I guessed it was something like that, do you feel the wind of glorious, we are not late, printed earlier, and some shit.
Right, I think that's the very good way to describe.
The bridge, things we received were like:
-I like the bridge
-I don't get the concept of coercian. Where does that happen?
-You wasting your landings
-There are some mistake of height you guys make
-& etc
On my bench side, I get comments like:
-If the steel rod of bridge is at the outside, your furniture making sense.
-Too playful, imagine kids playing on the road side.
-It's a piece of playground toy.
-It doesn't gel with your bridge context well.
-It's an interesting furniture.
Well, I have a lot to explain to tackle those points that tackling my furniture, but the time didn't allow me to do so. The 1st 3 groups spent too much time on their bridge and furniture, which our group, everyone of us, it's either forced to stop, or too little time spent on us.
They won't be pleased by our works, is a fact. I mean, very rare, they will be pleased. But, more on want to see how we defend and giving reasons, reasonably. We weren't given the time, thanks to the unequal time management for every group.
Somehow, look at what I did again, I'm happy with I have done, by referring to the given time. Quite happy with it.
There it gone, 2 weeks of preparation, just for that morning itself.
The ES class that came after, fishing all the time, documentary of Inconvenient Truth being played, which almost everyone fall asleep, and Ms. Salvi kinda forced to let us go.
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