AM SO GONNA MISS THIS LIGHT BROWN SHADE
when I inevitably dye my hair chocolate brown/black.
I can’t be a stewardess looking like this.
Well, although black hair has gotta have its perks…
This also means I’ll have to stop lying to random strangers who ask me if I’m a foreigner.
Most of the time, I tell ’em YEA I’M A TOURIST.
Then come up with an impromptu cock-and-bull-story for the fun of it,
knowing I’ll never ever see them again.
Unless the kid on the controls that govern fate or destiny decides that it’s about time to play tricks on me…
That hasn’t happened yet (:
FOUR MORE DAYS TILL TRAINING STARTS!
and I’m counting down the hours.
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be.