I suppose I should launch myself into an intense psychological analysis of the words in the picture above, but unfortunately (fortunately?) you won't be able to enjoy peeking inside my head this time. This post is here to satisfy a simpler need- craving, really. I'm in the running- crawling, more like, to win a Sony Vaio laptop.
Day, ah, 3 in Istanbul. The first item on the agenda was a cruise along the Bosphorus strait- the locals seem to pronounce it as Bos-pour-hus. We got out tickets and hopped on a pretty standard looking double-decked ferry after a short wait, enjoying the breeze and getting ourselves tanned by the oddly warm winter sun.
A few days ago there was a harmless little incident in this little country I call home. Several thousand citizens gathered in the erstwhile capital city, Kuala Lumpur (Putrajaya is the new capital, but nobody cares, really), to stage a peaceful demonstration calling for freedom of speech, transparent elections, cheaper bananas, et cetera. The event was called Bersih 3.0 (Clean 3.0)- no doubt that the decimal played a great part in getting the young ones out of the house. In any case, everything started out nicely and peacefully, despite entry and exit points to and from the city being sealed off. Then things happened and it was chaos. Enough has been said about it, which is why I won't.