We all derive false impressions upon first sight. I see an old lady with a jewellery pushcart and think how pitiable to be working at her age. She must be terribly in need of money, or perhaps her children have left her. My mind goes wild thinking of possibilities to define her situation. Don't we… Continue reading Psychoanalysis of Strangers
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,… Continue reading Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.