Today, my friend got pickpocketed. or rather, she left her bag hanging behind her on her chair. the damage of 100 euros, 1 driving license and 1 identity card wasn't nearing as bad as knowing that someone had stolen your bag and it was no one's fault but your own.

On the way to the supermart later, she was brandishing a 100 euro bill while crossing the road. Once bitten not shy.

Oh, i'm in barcelona and somehow company's better when it's smaller.

i hate it when things don't go my way. but i'm guessing not everything can go your way. if you don't mind it doesn't matter but too much of the former leads to too little of the latter.

at times, i really wonder how it would be like to go off into the sunset on my own, with unlimited cash and my backpack and me. and unlimited cash.