Last Sunday, my sister dragged me into the world of kawaii-hairdo's. Lets look at this chronologically alright?
My hair has been ever changing since I started stripping it off its virginity. And a good 19 years it served before it was, yeapz. 19 years of jet black wavy wavy hair.
Good ol secondary school days. Hair still black black. And oooohhhh, I had this momentary period of bangs which my itchy fingers took a scissors and cut them MY VERY OWNSELF.
And I still have that uber duper expensive butterfly clip sitting on my head right there.See, those were the days of virgin hair. Then came sailing days, when my virgin hair started losing its shine, and health due to the damaging sea water and scorching sun light.
But stubborn me refuse to cut of the unhealthy lock, and hence it grew and grew and grew and could very off pass of as Rapunzel's hair.
My oh my, look at it. The jet black messy hair, oh dear, so so so ugly. And that was me at my peak sailing years (that's probably the darkest I've even been in my life).
After the 2 ugly years in Singapore (in which my mom got scared to death because every mom wants their daughter to be able to look pretty and get a husband), I stripped my hair of it virginity.
I straighten it.
Still jet black, still damaged, but the straighten effect mask all the unhealthy signs. It was not long thereafter my little colony of keratin had it's first clothes on. I coloured them with streaks of copper and gold.
Then coloured them red again few months later, and coloured them again.
And I got bored of sleek straight hair. So, whoallaaaaa....... Welcome goldy locks. Curls curls curls.
Feedback from curls : I added 10 years to my age.
My dad's boss thinks I'm married, my long distant cousin ask if I am working, my sister said I look 28, my mom start calling me "sister".
Dang! But I was still loving them.
Curls are a bitch. They are so hard to maintain, and only look good after tons of mouse and spray in them. And after a few months, they started frailing.
Half straight half curly hair. I tahan-ed this for like about months before doing something about it. Borrowed Lilian's curler and started thong-ing it everyday, payed a trip to the saloon and got it coloured bright red again so it'll look less unhealthy.The thong-ing everyday killed my hair. It was dry, and started to kink. And it had split ends everywhere. And yet I still continue thong-ing it cos if not I'll look like a bush.
And so my hair slowly died-ed like it had cancer.
After exams, got so sick of thong-ing my hair day by day (eats up half an hour every morning), I pulled it back straight, and gave it a purple coat.
There you go. Pseudo healthy hair which actually is damaged to the core, and damaged in so many ways you cannot imagine.Just 2 weeks after the whole hair style change, I drenched my hair in conditional, treatment, whatever rejuvenating therapy you can think of that exists. But to no avail. Dead damaged hair can be revived. Hence I needed another trip to the saloon.
Dried roots. Dried like they just got fried. Despite me making them black/purple, it still turn brown, because I have underlying brown roots.
See those kinks at the ends? They are called burn ends. Too much colouring/straightening/perming will give you such ugly stubborn ends.
This is the scariest picture of all. Split ends!! I'm surprise my camera can take such microscopic picture. *sayang skinny pinky* It doesn't only split once. But into 3 strands. *gasp*There you go. Now I really need the trip to the saloon to snip it all off. So my little sister took advantage of this need of mine to lure me into the saloon so she could get a little hairstyle change too.
And tricked my into it. She wanted bangs, and so I ended up with . . .
BANGS!!
How does that work eh???
Sisterly camwhore with our new bangs.
Verdict? I am loving it. Although it gets loads of getting use to with such short fringe. But I've minus-ed the extra 20 years of my age.
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