Growing accustomed to some pretty drastic changes lately. Adapting to the out of the blue presence of tiny felines. Also their out of the blue absence. Dwelling on that particular scene unleashes waterworks as i am all gooey and marshmellow within. My epidermis is akin to a steel though. Apart from the obvious.. (my constant paranoia kicking up to cerebrum levels especially with crime rates increasing slash endless teenage essentials slash the classic of all classics : girls issues) my ego was well fed with my latest hauls arriving on the doorstep , (bless Poslaju) and endeavouring to maintain a healthy lifestyle is proven..possible after a while. Good music good books keeps me at ease too. Paulo Coelho making life-altering impacts on me and my viewpoint of all these earthly pleasures , hence leaving me with a million unanswered questions. Kings Of Leons and also The Smiths on repeat. On the other hand , What strucks a few nerves is friends going all Perez Hilton on my nonexistent so called love life , however countless times being told its nonexistent they persists.. (i love those folks but really?) And the cherry on top comes off as my current struggle with narcolepsy. Being shaken to wakefulness in a number of times in an hour doesnt spawn a happy Alya. I dont do well without sleep. Let me put it this way :
Full sleep + succulent delights = a cheerful Alya.
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