i guess there is no excuse for abandoning this space for making money process. anyway, i am not making money, more like stagnant money i am getting monthly due to my diligence in carrying out assigned tasks.
fancy, but the keyword here is, work.
it has been a year, or almost, since i came back from Morocco. My heartbeat still races to wilderness whenever I heard, read anything Morocco. My eyes still lit of anything Morocco insight. My desire to learn French is dimming, haha, but I get excited trying to read French from the websites.
ohkay.
dont get distracted pls.
you know how people warned you'll get lost in Marrakech souq due to its maze-like alley if you let your guard down and lose yourself in the enchanting stuffs inside there?
i got that alot but I am like walking GPS, i remember directions by heart #bragginright
no way right?
BUT.
yes way right. it was after dinner that i need to find my shower mitt (oh yeah baby it is sooo gooood) so i went up to the other direction of souq, hoping i'll find a really good bargain mitt (duh i got it for 10dirham i think and it is like 15dirham around more famous site).
as i walk home i tried to follow other route (adventurous like that), and as i walk up further, going in unfamiliar alleyways with the crowd and suddenly less crowd and lessen. laugh. giggle. only locals around doing the own thang, while staring at me who looked like a pale kitten with asian features.
now i heard whistles.
i went in to other small alley. bad choice. and i walked in further, i get panicky.
aaaa keje gile.
ok relax.
Omar called asking my whereabout because i was late for our dinner.
cries.
ok relax. chill.
i saw a guy manning his big trolley, obviously just finished his work/business for the night. a man with a kopiah.
a decent pious looking man is as good as any good Samaritan right?
he could be the one who can save the lost asian pale kitten.
miaww.
ok i am rushing home now.
long story short, he helped. and i am glad i made the decision instead of tryinna figure out using the only gps i have, myself.
by the way, it was a happy, good lost.
i found people karaoking in their small space at home, small tailor shop with beautiful beaded Djellabas and and ok all the memories are in my hardcopy travelogue :)
happy! :)
fancy, but the keyword here is, work.
it has been a year, or almost, since i came back from Morocco. My heartbeat still races to wilderness whenever I heard, read anything Morocco. My eyes still lit of anything Morocco insight. My desire to learn French is dimming, haha, but I get excited trying to read French from the websites.
ohkay.
dont get distracted pls.
you know how people warned you'll get lost in Marrakech souq due to its maze-like alley if you let your guard down and lose yourself in the enchanting stuffs inside there?
i got that alot but I am like walking GPS, i remember directions by heart #bragginright
no way right?
BUT.
yes way right. it was after dinner that i need to find my shower mitt (oh yeah baby it is sooo gooood) so i went up to the other direction of souq, hoping i'll find a really good bargain mitt (duh i got it for 10dirham i think and it is like 15dirham around more famous site).
as i walk home i tried to follow other route (adventurous like that), and as i walk up further, going in unfamiliar alleyways with the crowd and suddenly less crowd and lessen. laugh. giggle. only locals around doing the own thang, while staring at me who looked like a pale kitten with asian features.
now i heard whistles.
i went in to other small alley. bad choice. and i walked in further, i get panicky.
aaaa keje gile.
ok relax.
Omar called asking my whereabout because i was late for our dinner.
cries.
ok relax. chill.
i saw a guy manning his big trolley, obviously just finished his work/business for the night. a man with a kopiah.
a decent pious looking man is as good as any good Samaritan right?
he could be the one who can save the lost asian pale kitten.
miaww.
ok i am rushing home now.
long story short, he helped. and i am glad i made the decision instead of tryinna figure out using the only gps i have, myself.
by the way, it was a happy, good lost.
i found people karaoking in their small space at home, small tailor shop with beautiful beaded Djellabas and and ok all the memories are in my hardcopy travelogue :)
happy! :)
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