remember i said
i was reading a story
that taught me haiku?

i finished reading
it yesterday morning but
that's not the point here

i moved on to its
sequel which is not really
a sequel in truth

it's the same story
but told in a different
perspective and view

anyway, i just
wanted to say that writing
haikus's really fun

hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi

pathetic things i do when i get bored

i am writing in
haiku because i just feel
like trying it out

i learned about this
in a story which i am
currently reading

it sounded fun so
i wanted to try writing
but it's difficult

well, i better stop
before i start writing crap
so that's it for now

ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha

i think, every now and then, we all need to cry. even if there is nothing sad in particular that happened to us or people around us, we need to shed some tears. just a proof that we are still human. which is why, sometimes i find crying comforting. sometimes i watch sad stories on purpose just to cry. tears to me are a proof that i am here, still alive.

for nadiaho

mou hatachi, mou otona
ichiban no seijinmono
otona no nadiaho ni kitaido batsugun
tanjoubi omedetou ♥

Several days ago, on 23rd January to be exact, I let a dear friend of mine read my then fresh-out-of-the-oven work. Although I personally am proud of that particular one, and think that it is my best work yet, I didn't have the confidence of hearing people's comments and criticism. Then, she told me that she really likes it, and that it almost made her cry. She read it over and over, and she also spread it to her friends. Afterwards, she told me one thing that not even one person has ever said to me. She told me, from that moment on, she is my fan.

Being someone's fan means that you believe in that person.


She believes in me, in my potential.

we're the one eternally

I used to think that the sky and earth were near each other. So I used to think that, no matter where I was, the people within my heart were never that far from me because we were living under the same sky and walking on the same earth. I wasn't even lonely. For the first time, for some odd reason, I find myself feeling lonesome, as if I am watching my shadow getting uncontrollably farther away from me with the setting sun.

World, tell me that isn't true.

But because there is the light of the singing sun, I tell myself over and over again, "I'm okay. I'm okay." Though I can't see, I can hear it. And I can feel it. We understand and love each other. 

     - JJ

for a thousand years

:')

I know I will regret this later if I do it now, but sometimes I wish that I can just drop out from here and go work at some cafes while taking proper languages classes, gaining the experiences and knowledge that I'm looking for.