Life of a dreamer

No. I absolutely not a sport or athletic person. Although I might be in the past on my childhood times. I remember I loved running as fast as I can to get the finish line quicker with the boys on my class, and when I moved to another school, a girl in my class ever said to me "Hey you the new kid, I saw you running and you really run so fast." and I was like "yeah, maybe." I could run so much faster than most boys in my class so yeah you could say that was fast. I used to swim regularly when I was in Elementary School, 2 or 3 times a week. My mother took me to swim class, and I had always been so excited. So I think I was pretty athletic when I was little. But I guess puberty has done a lot of changes, including my interest on doing sport or athletic. So, I am not a sport person. I do think being physically active is very important to stay fit and healthy, like jogging or cycling for 30 minutes most of days in a week (I do static cycle at home not regularly tho...

Today I would like to share a little about my blogging history. So I have been interested in writing random stuffs about life since Junior High School, and blogging for me is a media that I used to share my experiences and thoughts. I currently have 3 active blogs: The first one is on Tumblr (the old), and 2 blogs that I created recently on Blogger (one of them is this page). So before having those three blogs, I actually ever had a blogspot which I don't want to share its link here, because it was so childish and ridiculous. The blog is still exist actually. I was only 17 when I started blogging on blogspot. It was not the first time actually. I ever had another one when I was in high school but I already lost the account.  Well the reason why I created this blog on the first place was I couldn't access my Tumblr page because it was blocked by any Internet provider in my country (so basically Tumblr was blocked). But I recently found that Tumblr was actually no longer blo...

I can't sleep at night, every time I remember my nightmares, when you are not around to hold me. I always miss you the second you are not here. I want to hold your hands just like I always do. I want to share blanket with you just like those nights we have spent together. I miss you tonight. I miss having your goodnight kisses and giving you back those kisses in the morning when you still asleep. I want you to stay here with me. Always. 

I first met my husband at May 2014, when we both were co-assistants at the same department. He was my senior, and was one of the most memorable person, because he’s got a cute and chubby cheek (my favorite feature of him), with those eyes, kind of reminded me of Panda. I still remember that he was a nice person, a little shy, and not a talkative one. We actually didn’t meet often. We ever had several night shifts together, but that’s all. Nothing was special or out of ordinary. Our relationship were just like other senior and junior. After Ob-Gyn department, we never met again. We didn’t even keep in touch. On December 2015 when I just finished my study, I received a friend request from him on Facebook. I had nothing on my mind that time, just thinking that he was an old friend, just adding random person he knew on Facebook, so I accepted his friend request. On Christmas Eve, he sent me a message via Facebook messenger, and I happened to be online that night. So I replied his mess...