dangerous cutie on the loose

 

My nephew cannot get more adorable. Still cant decide he looks more like the pop or the mom. Soon I will get to assult his cheeks and talk in high pitched cutesy voice #score.

Selfie in office because I am sad like that. I think i got the workaholic gene from the mum. Or maybe is because I have no friends. HAHA. Cleaning agent stinks and conversations about bananas cracks me up. To you know who, thanks for that banana pic.

Spinning

First it was 3am then 4am then at least 7am. Yesterday was pretty horrible because it was those rare times when i feel utterly useless. Scurrying back and forth, pulling out documents and then to realise that the most impt ones are probably collecting dust in the warehouse. I wish to contribute but i dont know how and it makes me feel guilty and angry at myself. The best i could do was throw out some reassuring words. Easier said than done considering the real battle starts now and all i do is play the spectator role.

maybe letting the waves of guilt and anxiety take over is my way of repentance. The defence mechanism says to run, to pretend that the battle never occurred, the rationalising part says i did everything i could. Yet still. This is gg to be one horrid weekend. 

museum reina sofia x madrid

this is probably the first time i ever felt my blood boil over the quality of work handed in to me for my review. i normally just get a little bit sian that the work is slipshod, and to make myself feel better, i would mentally search for excuses for them.  sigh, just want to get it over and done with. pfft.

can't wait for the weekends where i will meet 2 of my favouritest girls in the world.

Loved the architecture of museum reina sofia. I was snapping non-stop till the security came to chase as they were closing.  Madrid was different from Barcelona. It felt less crowded, more spacious, buildings were bigger and grander.  Between the two, I would still choose Barcelona which is more cosmo-feel to it.

I need another holiday.

Hazey

Always thought that i am a superwoman and nothing could take me down (haze? What haze? Bah!). With the haze situation worsening, the superwoman sad to say, is starting to feel the effects. Even after spraying a ton of perfume (i swear i saw my dog secretly choke on e sudden attack of VS scent and giving me the evil eye), i imagine them being mercilessly gobbled by up haze particles with scary sharp teeth, leaving my clothes reeking of a nasty smokey smell. 

I walk out of my house and i see the construction workers toiling away (without masks of course) and my heart goes out to them. I work in an enclosed airconditioned space and am already complaining tt the haze is seeping through the air tunnels or whatever ninja methods to get into the office , exaggerating that the haze is affecting my ability to review any work. AllI want to do is go home and watch Top Gear (the polar special ep is sooo good and Hammond is crazy adorable!!! -fangirl-). 

Was joking with the sis that tmr 撞门games can be changed to breathing 10 mins of haze before u can see the bride. 

The roads are pretty much empty and my express bus is almost at office. Time to brave the haze again. RIP my Victoria Secrets scent. 

La Sagrada Familia

There was an insanely long line when we arrived.  Trekking across town (ard 40 mins in total) from our hostel, with me pointing excitedly to the structure from a distance, we arrived and were told not to join the queue as it was getting too long and advised to book the tickets online. We attempted to log onto the net at the Macs nearby but it was insanely crappy.  We ditched Mac and headed to a Starbucks nearby (NO GREENTEA LATTES WOE IS ME) and booked online tickets so that we can skip the insanely long queue.  And then we realised that we had to print out the documents and there was no internet cafes to be seen. I told to the gf to bare her boobs (mine was close to non existent) if necessary to get ourselves in because no way in hell I am going to be denied entry. I know I know, i am such a great friend.

Luckily for us, no boobs baring was necessary. Via the amazing device called iphone, we showed our virtual tickets and tadah! we are in.  Btw, audioguide is a must to understand the significance of some of the carvings around the structure and inside the La Sagrada Familia.  The view from the top was of course breath-taking and then you will take a winding staircase all the way down. FYL if you were stuck behind am overenthusiastic photographer who wants to take pictures every 3 steps down.  We were behind a family who had a really cute daughter.

I wonder when will it ever complete construction.

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I am adding David Sedaris to my favourite authors list. HE IS SO FUNNY I CANT EVEN. I have finished reading 3 books and I have lost count of the times where I wanted to laugh out loud on the bus while reading his books. Gosh I wish I could speak old english and drive my colleagues absolutely nuts.

Barcelona x Port Vell

Unhealthy obsession with time travelling to the past, dating the emperor, writing letters old school style (i.e. chinese calligraphy), crying prettily drama serial. This is the third time re-watching it and I bet that I am going to bawl my eyes out again for the third time watching the last 2 eps. I can't wait.

barcelona photodiaries

When the blogpost title is named something as vague as photodiaries, it can only mean one thing. I can't remember the goddamn names. And I am too lazy to pull out the itinerary to check. Hence aptly titled Barcelona photodiaries. Since I can't remember the exact names of the places, i can only make really vague descriptions as follows below.

Simple sandwich at a cafe near our hostel

Hello kid with forlorn eyes

I remember that the portable toilet at this park is surprisingly clean #uselesstouristinfo

but it may not be so useless if you constantly need a toilet (like me). Cold weather + small bladder = WHERE IS THE GODDAMN TOILET.  Note to self to never travel during cold season (although spring  time shouldn't be considered "cold")

kids on a tree

this dude looks kind of peadophile-ish.

I think i just ruined the above photo with my caption.

 

someone looking not too happy at a parhtey