The Arduous Task of Misspelling

Lolzzzz. Wateva, I don undrstnd ppl hu ryt lyk dis for no reason.

Even as I type five “words” in what is now apparently a recognised way of communicating, I am quite simply VERY annoyed at myself.

I just got off Facebook and what got me to just shut the app is a post written in gibberish like the above. Why exactly do people convolute a language in this manner? 

I can see there being some merit if it were:

  1. Chargeable to type each character, like how I am told the telegram system used to be 
  2. Easier to read : surely can’t be easier to read ryt than right?
  3. Easier to type : which it really can’t be with all devices coming with predictive text
  4. Somehow ‘cool’ to mistype words of a language you’re supposedly adept enough to communicate in
  5. Time saving? And what do people do with all the extra time?

Does saying rofl somehow convince the recipient that you’re genuinely rolling on the floor laughing? If someone said ‘ha ha’ or ‘lol’ or ‘rofl’ or ‘lmao’ I would hardly interpret that as an increasingly vociferous response to the joke.

My heart goes out to the kids who are learning English in school now, their script is so corrupted with all the lolzzzz and dayzz and wateva else, they’ll be losing marks like nobody’s business in their tests! And for those who know how to tell incorrect/cool writing from correct/old school writing, it must be tedious to make sure they have the right hat on at the right time!


Barcelona, you beauty!

I was looking through old photographs and I came across my vacation from earlier this year. Yeah I went on holiday in January, it’s a little unusual. On the plus side we caught some nice sunny beaches minus the topless fat men 😀

Amazing view from amazing hotel!

Few things can motivate me to wake up early. A beautiful sunshot is one.

We stayed in the heart of the bustling city, which gave us easy access to everything Barcelona.

Our favourite find was this nondescript little cafe which served the most scrumptious Spanish omelettes. That, a steaming latte, and an intellectually charged conversation with the husband. A breakfast that run well into lunch time, but such a detox from the daily eat-work-study-sleep-repeat.

Many memories from the trip, a single post wouldn’t do it justice. But I can recommend some experiences to you, and I’ll try to do it through visuals.

Park Guëll, make time for the whole thing

Giant stone structures that I’ve never seen anything like. Painstakingly built and carefully tended for, this park is a treasure that one must explore in its entirety. We spent over half a day in here, stayed to watch some fabulous live performances by local artists and brought back recordings to cherish.

I tried uploading a little sample for you, sadly didn’t get adequate support from technology.

Taking a step into the main city, there’s a breathing central street called Passaig de Gracia. The views! We must have crossed this street about 15 times in 4 days. It charmed us every single time, any time of the day.


And they serve the BEST hot chocolate.

Hot chocolate at a cafe on Passaig de Gracia. Where I come from, hot chocolate is normally chocolate in milk. This, however, is just pure, molten, sinful chocolate. It’s a crime. But it’s simply not something I’m prepared to attempt to describe in words.

And my favourite part of the trip was the very famous Sagrada Familia Basilica, a huge HUGE church with the most intricate, carefully thought out details.

Just look at this beauty!

It’s still at least a few decades from being fully constructed. Apparently the architect envisioned several generations contributing towards building this magnificent church and designed the complexities with this in mind. He is long gone, but the work goes on and this powerful structure continues to attract thousands of visitors like us every day.

Some pictures from the interiors:


Window panels
Stained glass art taken to another level!

The gorgeous dance of colours, all through very clever lighting and positioning relative to the sun. This one is the boss, truly.

All this reminiscing makes me want to go on another holiday, scoop up more culture, gorge on more deliciousness and drink more hot chocolate. It’s a good thing I’m writing this post on a weekend, otherwise the contrast between want-to-do and have-to-do would be so sad it’ll be comical!