I recently made a banner that didn't matched my current layout. I tried it on but realized it doesn't look good and so I guess I'll just be posting this here so that my effort wouldn't be put to waste. Well, we always have that one moment where our efforts are useless. It's a part of life I guess because no matter how hard you try, there will be some things that you have no power of. I mean such as the reactions of other people to you.
Anyway, my Japanese class has inspired me so much, though this class is a language class, I get to know more about people from the other place, specifically Japan. It amazes me how people have different interpretations in the world. It was really a challenge because we (students) have to memorize for about 100 characters and more for both Katakana and Hiragana. Most of the times I'm confused which is Katakana and which is Hiragana. It's really a funny class. Learning a new language is like learning the lives of other people. You get to know their customs. It's really nice.
I'm on my fifth year in college and currently working on my thesis. I'm into the product development. By the way my course is BS Food Technology, which is more technical than it sounds. My thesis has something to do with lactic acid bacteria and making the most of it so that it will be beneficial for humanity (sounds dramatic). The possibilities of finishing it late is high since this research is tremendous. But personally, I want to graduate and achieving more than a diploma. This research could be a stepping stone for future developments. Whatever happens, I'll be grateful because what I'll be doing is not just existing and graduating, I'll be one of those happy people who contribute to the changes in the world. I'm not exaggerating things, well you know every big things started with small things. And so with this, I was inspired by the banner and so I made this crappy poem.
Mystical Rose (8/29/15)
By: Lysa
Misty rose as it bloom
In its glory, one must not assume
To think its weak 'coz you may be wrong
For this delicate thing is so strong.
Survival is surely not a joke
Often times, you will surely be broke
Keep your heads up and face the sun
Just like what the little rose has done.
For it dances in the call of the wind
It sways along the tree of tamarind
Remember this if you smell a rosy perfume
Because its the misty rose as it bloom
Haha Viola! I made it. It's been ages since I made a poem. May this crappy poem inspire you in such ways. I was wondering what can you picture out upon reading the poem? What are your reactions? Are you also a fan of poem/literature?
