ケン

Nakakagago.

I have this pool of questions and I guess it's slowly becoming an ocean.

They planted doubts in my head. They've been watering it ever since, nourishing it, helping it grow. Until came the day, I'm talking care of it myself. 

That moment when you drop something and catch it before it hits the ground, you feel like a professional ninja.

Chaeng: Mina and I don't have pet names for each other.
          
          Jeongyeon: You know what bees make, right?
          
          Chaeng: Honey?
          
          Mina from the other room: Yes, baby?
          
          Jeongyeon: Don't lie to my face again.

Nayeon: Hey, I just want you to know that you're pretty no matter what.
          
          Chaeng: Awe thanks-
          
          Nayeon: *puts down the mirror*
          yes? where you talking to me?
          
          Chaeng: nope, not at all.
          

Heyo 川o･-･)ﾉ

When I clean my room:
          
          1% Cleaning.
          29% Complaining.
          70% Playing with old stuff I just found.

There was a boy in a 5th grade having a crush to a girl next to his classroom. Her classmates called her Lala. Every day the boy wrote love letters for her. There were times his notebooks have no spaces anymore to write his lessons and assignments. He wrote it everywhere as it can be written. Until one day, he found out that the girl will have to migrate in her mother’s place. He became sad. Many years had passed, the boy grew up and built his own family though he still remembers the girl who made his heart beat fast for the first time. One day, his wife, Lacy was cleaning his room and found his old notebook. She got jealous because she thought her husband was cheating, but she confronted him in a humble way. “Who’s this girl?” The boy was surprised with her question. “Who’s this Lala?” his wife said while showing his notebook. The boy smiled, “Just a kid stuff, Lacy. I wrote it 25 years ago when I’m just in 5th grade.” The boy patiently told her everything about the love letters and her wife understood everything and finally said, “You didn’t tell me that 25 years ago you fell in love to a girl in a 5th grade. But anyway, I just miss the times when everybody called me Lala.”
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4am thoughts.