Still feeling sick,

Listening a Chinese song,

Called Yin Wei Ai Qing.

Back at home,

Writing this right now,

Composing my piece,

Due in three weeks.

Having fun today,

Though a bit too long,

Regrets not putting curry in my rice,

And buying tayaki from FuckmeFuckme.

Little haiku, oh little haiku,

My humble poem may not be one,

But as good as one,

But too much restrictive and not too much fun,

Farewell, for I may not write one again.