I´m packing my bag again. The only difference today is that I have no idea where I´m going. I´m putting my jacket in, my bikini, a book, clothes for summer, winter or fall for three days. The reason is something called airportstandby, wich means that i´ll be sitting next to Doha International Airportin my uniform, waiting for further instructions like "you´re going to Moscow" or Nigeria. Or Stockholm, or Cebu, Osaka, Paris, Muscat, Kuwait, Chennai, Tunisia, Berlin, Bangladesh, Madrid, Dubai or some other of our 92 + (surprise)destinations.
Exciting? Yes. Or maybe my four hours will pass and they will tell me that i can take my versatile suitcase and go back home. Who knows. Now i´m going to bed at the same time my dear friends in the building once again are going to the club without me, haha, i´m not at all jealous.
This morning, or afternoon whatever, my sugarmummy Isabela once again dragged me out of bed and took me to the beach to make me enjoy another day that i was about to waste in bed. After then sun went hiding i had a quick dinner at Crep Away with Liban & Hussni and didnt want to go home to bed when my curfew started, life is not easy when you are five years old.
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