Both sweat and tears were blurring his vision. His hand was trying to stop the blood to gush out of his abdomen. He ran through the dark, in the quieter alleys of Tokyo. It was almost half past three. Even the usually busy and crowded city was fast asleep. He tried to scream but nothing came out except for the sound of him gasping for air. He’s ( Read more... )

Honestly, I do not know what to do here.  But, since my mind is always busy anyway, I'm sure I'll come up with what to do with this journal. As for now, I should probably tell something about me.

Hi. I'm Cheska. I'm from the Philippines. I can probably say I'm somewhat a Japanophile. Having said that, my interests would be the Japanese language, ( Read more... )