Tell me practice makes perfectJust couldn't move fast. M was always so far ahead of me. The slopes were quite manageable but I landed right smack on my butt on a flat ground just because I failed to notice this thing lying there. Stupid.
We passed this group of shrieking girls when M commented, we sailors don't scream, we swear. How true. As the saying goes, swear like a sailor.
When I told another friend about my falling down, she said, landing on the butt is good! They serve as airbags. Dang.
Called off a dinner appointment again. Pangseh-ed her twice in a row. I reckon she's mad.
Oh, and Turkish food rocks!