I can't remember my initial subject of this post because I was distracted by an insect. And I am not too sure about that insect type. It looked like a fly but if you look at it longer, it might resemble a flying ant or a nymph. I just had that googled by the way and came to know a baby cockroach is called a nymph. Anyway, that bug is dead and I am the sole reason for its death. That makes me a bug killer and I don't feel anything about it. Maybe slightly annoyed? I squashed it so hard and dragged it wickedly on my nice clean white IKEA table that left a matte maroon stain behind. With no tissue around me and my butt refused to move from my seat, I searched through the trash for a tissue but found my used mask sheet from last night's facial instead. The used mask sheet is dry which I thought was perfect to wipe off the stain but it made it worse. It gave me an abstract stroke as seen on paintings so now i have a small piece of art on my table -And, that makes an abstract au naturale table. Perfecto!

Moving on, I just remembered what i wanted to post. It's an old photo taken in Barcelona during my Euro trip last year. Looking at it reminds me how happy i was back then. If only my pills are like time capsules that can bring me back to those good old days. But, reality isn't the friendliest in life.

Au Revoir!