I know I might seem subdued and retrenched, but nothing like that.

Actually maybe just a little. I had fell off a balance to the scale where my dire working system subsequently shut down on me when I needed my emotional intelligence the most.

So what happens after that are probably a display of an infant Nafisah, losing virtue in silence.

Anyway, I just realized that I am solely on a mission to feed my kittens til they're a ball of fur and a containment of fresh fat deposits. Tried to talk them into being lazy and all the benefits, but since they refuse to let me finish, I have no other way. Besides, spoke to one the cats the other day and he said, being fed &fat (pun intended) is a happy life &should be achieved by all cats in the world. You gotta understand tho, my kittens, especially that they are twins, have a true blue talent of a gymnast when playing with one another, &sometimes we mistook them as monkeys in the assets of cats. Our imagination really runs wild, &I can actually picture that omg. At times I have actually wondered how they'd look like in human form, and that if it's conceivable, I might relate to them better than I can to any of my brothers.

I had great thrills the past few weeks, on some occasion; resurrected, but I die often so I come alive just as much too. Been needing to have an outlet so stay tune!