Hi everyone...

what i'm going to write here is explaining to my readers why the updates are late and i didn't want to crowd the ever so lengthy author note that i had.

here it goes.

i love writing.

and i had been writing since i was 13, and now i'm 28 in 2016.

i had patterns during my writing time, and it changes according to my age and also what phases i'm in.

currently i'm in my working phase, where i'm catching up my career after i finished my internship, where my writing life was nowhere to be found. internship for doctors or medical practitioners barely had time in their hand, but sometimes they struggle to keep their imaginations afloat. saving lives are important, and writing is fundamental too especially for those who did it since forever but i chose to focus on my internship first. now that i already finished it, and currently residing in primary care, i had a lot of time back in my hand.

but continuing your stories, especially after it had been abandoned for a long time is hard work in itself. you don't get the initial vibe that you had when you started the story, and it saddened me to the core. i love my stories, i love my characters, i love the anticipation of writing a new chapter and getting various response about it, but i got to say it's fading alongside time.

i don't write well nowadays. heck, i can't even compose one page of blog without sounding lame and not enthusiastic.

but writing is my life.

having a medical career is my life, my dream.

and i'm a woman. i desired to be love and to love someone.

that's point number two. i got married, and being carried away by the unconditional love that my dear husband gave me, making me feel like my own characters when i'm in love. he still didn't know that i wrote gay fanfics -i'll get back to that later haha, but he did become jealous because of dbsk. he asked me gently to remove Changmin's picture inside my purse and replaced it with his (of course!), and magically i comply. he's my husband after all.

and then came the baby.

i was pregnant the whole time i was thinking i'm going to post an update of my story.

my life became busier.

i had a bundle of joy, wanting to be fed two hourly, and how could i possibly write with a baby latched on my and wanting to snug onto my bosom everytime?

but he's asleep now so it's alright.

but i promise things got better.

nothing makes me happier than a family and an imaginary world to turn to when life got it stung on me.