Hair stories

I've been putting off this "I'll start writing blogs again" just because I'm too lazy to start writing. Plus, I don't want to start attracting stalkers again. Stalkers-who-judge-cause-they-don't-have-anything-better-to-do. :P

I've always had this habit of doing something out of the ordinary with my hair. Something spontaneous and without thought. It usually depends on my mood. Usually, it's associated with heart break or anger. I'll cut my hair REEEAAAL short. Ok that's exaggerating. But short enough. Different from my usual long straight hair. And when I feel better, I’ll keep my hair long enough til the next heart break. Yeah, I do get the usual trimming in between just to keep the split ends away.

But I haven’t had any heart breaks for the past two years (Thank God!). So my hair is as long as I’ve ever kept it before. It’s only been a week of holiday and I shouldn’t have trust myself to behave. With RM23 in hand, I went to the pharmacy and bought a box. A box that changed my look. (remember, main reason for all this happening -> boredom)

This is how it started.

Guardian, Bangsar.

*while looking at the boxes of hair coloring products

Me : Kak Long can I colour my hair?

Sister : Colour lah. Knape tiba-tiba?

Me : I’m just kiddiiiing. Why would I want to colour my hair? It’s already so little. Wouldn’t risk damaging whatever hair left on my head. Haha!

Yeah and to cut the story short, the next day, while I was with acad, teman-ing him study, I got bored again. And asked the same question and got the same answer. And I remembered saying something like this ;

“ Ntah la. Rambut I cam hitam, tapi tak cukup hitam but it’s not brown or perang. It looks grey-ish. Macam sakit and tak cukup colour.”

Haha! Ended up buying a box of hair colour and you know what happens next.

Now I’m a brunette. Not quite used to this new alien-like look. But I will get used to it. I hope so. But I think it’s weird cause I have tan skin. And now, with brown hair. It looks like I'm trying to camouflage myself. All I need is to lay down on clay or something and I’ll be as camouflaged as a chameleon. Hahahaha! Damage done. Probably I’m just being paranoid and maybe just maybe I don’t look half as bad as I think I do.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sorry I couldn’t suppress laughing at myself :P