Hey gais. I don't talk much ooc here, which is...very odd for a person like me. Anyway, hi. I'm not the kind of person who usually makes blogs either, but I feel the need to do so and justify my behaviour before you decide to trample me to death.

I bet some of you are wondering why I didn't reply to any of you. Well, I have a good reason for it. Have any of you looked at Yubin's wall, seen my replies and went: hey, let's stalk it and laugh at his incoherency? If you have, then you've probably been able to read how sappy Kikwang is, which is obviously a really hard thing to believe considering the indifference he's shown everyone who attempted to approach that y yet extremely obnoxious man. If you've read the wall posts though and his biography, you'll realise that she is Jeonhwa—the one person he loved that was taken away from him, only she forgot everything about him and all their memories together. Kikwang is on a mission to make her fall in love with him again, just as he did seven odd years ago.

Now, I know it's not a good excuse—hardly even an excuse, at that—but have you ever encountered this thing called feels? If you have then God bless your soul. Feels:-

Yes, it's that bad. I got really into the plot and I can't seem to reply to anything else other than that current roleplay. I don't know about you, but have you ever been really attached to your character, to the point of wanting to cry when s/he is encountering a heartbreak or something really saddening? Bingo: that's me. I attempted to reply to the rest, but an hour later, I found myself scrolling down the Kikwang tag in Tumblr with an empty Word Doc open and disregarded, while I constantly refresh Kikwang's wall to see if Yubin has decided to reply. Hey, at least I didn't lie to you. I was going to create an absurd story of how there was a Zombie Apocalypse in my part of Melbourne, followed by the insanity of meeting the crying witch from Left 4 Dead (the video game) and me being Alice of Resident Evil who had successfully stopped the infection from spreading to Raccoon City. I also talked about dinosaurs right before I backspaced the whole made up crap, but I can't remember what they had to do with this anymore. I think there was a train station with clowns as well. Oh Lord; clowns.

I'm begging you to forgive me and give me time to reply. I'll try my best to reply tonight, when daddy dearest turns the WiFi off. Then, I'll give you your replies tomorrow—Monday, tops. Please don't give up on me; I have chocolate chip cookies. Now, I bet you're wondering why I didn't spend the time I used to write this long as apology blog to come up with your replies instead. It's called being brain dead for everything other than feels.

Without further ado, I end today's apology with a lesson from the Kwangster: do not play with my feels. I'm looking at you, Yubin.

kthxbai. xoxo Gossip Girl. ;DD

P/S: Enjoy this by Kikwang.