There's only so many times you can visit the blue mosque(Sultan Ahmed Mosque) and go 'phwoah.' Weather was perfect so Marc and i headed down to the poolside instead. Hello bronze summer goodbye pasty winter.
i swear it felt like we walked a distance equivalent to the stretch of the ECP, but boy the rewards we reaped was nothing short of amazing. A birds eye view of Istanbul. Breath-taking. So much so i refused to snap a shot of it with phony pieces of technology that wouldn't/couldn't quite catch every ounce of awesomeness. If i'd gather enough balls one day, i'd hang glide from that exact spot. Operative word: 'one day'.
Today, my lack of balls(non-literal) was displayed, quite openly actually. Go on laugh. I do alot of talking but when it comes down to it i'm the first one to shrink away.
There are times you'd stumble upon a social scene where a red-faced girl, trying miserably to scamper away, to free herself of her friends vice-like grip, is violently thrown into some dewd's path, like completely in his face. Like, "Here! Have her she's all yours.". And she stands there deliberating whether to hike her skirt up and start running the other direction or to salvage the situation by making small talk, only she'll stammer incoherently for the next 5 minutes.
I'm that girl.
Bertram. That cute tennis guy. Rachel's cousin back in primary 5. Jamal(Thank you again halim).
Dear Guy Up There, when will i grow some balls ?
Today i relived yet another one of those traumatic experience. I won't go into details but Mr 17K will probably remember me for a long time to come. For all the wrong reasons. gah.
Thank you Marc. Thank you Vanessa. May your lives be filled with laughter, at my expense.