I spent most of my Friday morning making soft kitty cries to come out less intimidating to my new kittens but um it didn't work. There was progress? I think. Having too many cute living forms in this house is making me worried. I swear to God one day I'll blow up due to excessive cuteness of Aiden, my new kittens and my crazy-slash-dorky grandmother.

At times I honestly don't know myself anymore. Now is the perfect time for me to hit the sack but I'm more appealed to blog than sleep. How very queer, I know. Especially for a person who values her sleep time more than anything else. My eyes are watery and my head is spinning. I've been on heels for long hours and adding to the fact that I haven't been exercising in ages, my feet and my calves are aching too.

I had a delightful conversation with a friend as it stressed on trust and kindness. It was more of his insights on people with wacky personalities and how it should be tackled harmlessly. I was feeling as if there was insufficient space and time for me to find myself to be happy again in college. I couldn't place my finger on what was the problem. Or deep down I knew, but I didn't want to admit it anyway. But ah, here I am, three days later and I'm jollier than a jolly stick wtf.

Random fact (before I go to sleep heh) : I have so many sleeping pictures of you I can actually make a scrapbook out of it.

Here's my share on some of my photo booth moments.

Purpose of photo : We look alike.

Chocolate Lounge is waaay better than Starbucks. Me and Kim's favorite chilling place.

Daniel getting some serious whooping from Frank.

This crazy woman is going to come over at 8am tomorrow so... (8AM WTFFF)