it plainly stands for a 3 letter word tht spells F.U.N. ^^
haha..was feeling bored n so i decided to blog a lil~ lately i kinda find tht blogging is fun indeed, i mean, lets replace the word 'fun' wit 'addicting'...wakaka...nw i tink tht sounds beta~ haha~
so back to the title of this post....it was tht very one day where v had combined classes for a short briefing..it was 2 classes...n s the lecturers were talkin in front...shortly after tht, v were told to form grups n come out wit a perceiving activity...well the term itself confuses us a lil...lol..in other words, its like doing smtg tht the class will perceive it without us delivering the message/idea directly....example: a student comes forward n does sum action, n we r supposed to tell wat is he tryin to imitate or do....
basically its an activity to show hw creative v can b n how critical the mind can b in guessin or perceiving ideas~ ^^
so in my grup, we were kinda clueless~ ^^
sum came up wit ideas of doing like...rr...well...everyone was clueless~ so finaly we came up wit the idea of wrtting a poem~ ^^
n so, after d 15 min work..this was wat i came up with~
i wrote a simple poem...n guys, i wan u al to actually tell me wat is it about k? ^^
hint: WYRIWYG (What You Read Is What You Get) huhu....
n this is hw it begins..
basically its an activity to show hw creative v can b n how critical the mind can b in guessin or perceiving ideas~ ^^
so in my grup, we were kinda clueless~ ^^
sum came up wit ideas of doing like...rr...well...everyone was clueless~ so finaly we came up wit the idea of wrtting a poem~ ^^
n so, after d 15 min work..this was wat i came up with~
i wrote a simple poem...n guys, i wan u al to actually tell me wat is it about k? ^^
hint: WYRIWYG (What You Read Is What You Get) huhu....
n this is hw it begins..
a walk in the garden
lovely tulips
red blossoms
a basket in hand
to the garden she strolls
picking daisies and
glory roses
carnations a bouquet
a whole bunch of them
on the pebbles and gravels
she tip toes
the basket in hand
accompanied by blue butterflies
to home she heads
to the frame on the cabinet
to her she offers them
her lovely late mother.
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