I would like to tell you about my experiences while living abroad. First of all, it is really amusing to read and laugh at funny moments. Second, my friends can know what kind of life they will have while living overseas. Here is one of my stories.One sunny morning in Vancouver, Canada, I decided to dye my hair. In fact, the weather made me do so. A sunny day in Vancouver is so nice because all the streets are decorated with various colorful flowers. The sunlight reflects in shiny store windows and blinds pedestrians’ eyes.Everything is in the right location. A winding road can be hardly found in this city. All the roads and highways are constructed in parallel. Everything is in order and shaped into a perfect design. Birds are tweeting. I can smell the scent of the rain from last night. I can feel the freshness of the air. To enjoy the beauty of this day, it would be great to dye my hair.On the 14th floor of the university high-rise apartment, neighborhood is silent. At this time of the day, 10o’clock, most students are not in the building but maybe some housewives.I am enjoying this peaceful environment with a view of the city. I can see high green-covered mountains with dark blue-colored Ocean at the bottom. I can hear the noise of white pelican struggling to search for food in the ocean. What a nice day!I begin putting some brown-colored paste on my hair and then warp it with plastic. In just twenty minutes, my hair will be very nice. I was about to finish all the paste that I heard a loud constant noise: fire alarm.It was so loud that I jumped, at least a one meter. My ears were about to explode. I could hardly hear my own voice. I was not sure what I should do. I had two options, staying in or going out looking like this. I look like an alien that comes from another planet.Making a decision in this situation was a disaster because I spent a lot of time putting the paste on my hair and then, washing it out was torture. I could not persuade myself to go out looking like this.So, I had to stay in and burn in the fire. This is not reasonable, dying for beauty? It is not fair! Finally, I decided to call the apartment manager to inform them about the fire.The apartment manager picked up the phone and said something with an English accent which was not very clear . However, it was not very important. I started talking but I forgot the English word for “extinguisher”. I described the situation with different words. Suddenly, she interrupted me and said that they had called the Fire Department and they would be there in two minutes.A Few housewives with their kids had gathered in front of the building waiting for the firefighters. I felt like they were looking at me and thinking about how I was going to burn in the fire. However, no one could see that happen. I abruptly jumped into the bathroom to wash out my dear paste. I finished washing it all out and sighed deeply. I got dressed quickly and was ready to go out. But realized that I could not hear the fire alarm anymore!What a NICE dayyyyy?!
Hi Nafis, I like your humerous story so much. It helps me relax my mind for a while. I like your funny style of writing. I will return my funny story in the future if I get it.
Nice to be your friend. Thanks.
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Nice to be your friend. Thanks.
But i am dying to know what happened next....How did you look like after your dyed hair? How did the people react?
Thanks for sharing.
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