Today Was A Hairy Tale. (:
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Emotional turbulence can do weird things to my appearance. The last time I had a break up (and it was a long long time ago), I went and got my second piercing. The story is, on Monday I went and dyed my hair. I didn’t tell anyone I was going to do it. I don’t really know why I did it; and up till now the only real reason I can give (without having to go into the boring rubric of my personal life) is: I just felt like it. REALLY LAH. I did. It was one of those random spontaneous snap decisions. I was staring in the mirror, hating my plain black hair (yeah, I know, vanity. Shut up.) and wanting to do something about it. All I had to do was call up the hairdresser a day before and then, poof! It became Koko Krunch! I was a brunette! … Of sorts. The bottle said it was auburn (which is an awesome colour!), but it looks mostly light brown. The funny thing is, my parents don’t seem to have noticed. Either that, or they’re really good actors. And it’s getting me worried. I mean, I have just been sitting down to dinner with them with a light shining on me, making my hair sparkle, and they didn’t say ANYTHING. I’m really starting to suspect that they’re feigning ignorance. I mean, I can just see them thinking, HEHEHE let’s see how long till she breaks down and confesses. And I swear, I might do that soon. It’s reverse psychology torture. Not that they’re against the colouring of my own scalp, or they think I should love myself the way God made me – it’s the impact on the environment that they really mind. –.-“ But what to do? Henna won’t show up on my dark hair. Sorry lah Ma! Makeovers are your crazy daughter’s way of dealing with stress. And since I can’t shop during Lent, the only other choice I had was suicide by pill overdose. Do you see? *insert angelic smile + puppy eyes* Only one thing: my hair’s a couple of shades lighter than I intended it to be. 
This picture, taken in the back of Jenani’s car, doesn’t look so bad. It looks the way I wanted it to. BUT, this was taken in dim light, with a lousy phone camera. In good proper lighting, I look almost BLONDE. OMG. Can you imagine what Miss Caroline’s going to say about it?! And one more thing I didn’t realize before I went rushing around to dye my hair: the weird unnatural-looking colour clashes with most T-shirts I wear. ): Lesson learnt: I was almost going to say no more random spontaneous snap decisions regarding my appearance. But I decided I can’t guarantee that. Because those decisions have an unbelievably therapeutic effect. *grins* So, Lesson learnt: No matter what her sentiments towards the colour are, Louise is NOT destined for yellow hair (blonde-ness). Next time, she’ll go red! :D Labels: day-to-day, Random-ia
INTRODUCING
Name: Louise
13 April 1992
You can only call me Lulu if you don’t think the name’s funny.
I am a member of the Smiley Conspiracy and a proud ex-CHS-ian, graduating class of 2009. Now doing A-Levels at HELP University College. Is proudly Malaysian, but doesn’t look like it and is proud of that too.
This is the 7th time I am editing this about section of the blog this year; I have sort of accepted that my personality is ever-evolving, ever-changing, therefore rendering my moods as volatile as the weather. But just as there are some things that have stood untouched across the centuries by harsh weather, so there are some things with me that remain ever the same: a belief that to live is to learn, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks.
What I love also remains constant. I love good food, dancing, fresh experiences, open minds and friendly people, all of which can be found in the wonderful wonderful city that is Istanbul. I love musicals, plays, good books, stickers, owls, colourful wrapping paper, hugs and kisses, chocolates, almost any music from the 17th to the 21st century, intense debates and post-it notes.
Fictional characters I have been compared to (in terms of personality) are Piglet from Winnie The Pooh and Kelsi from High School Musical.
I dream of finishing this list [29/8/2010: list is undergoing revamp!], and my secret ambition is to become a hairdresser or bartender. Unfortunately I’m also incredibly kiasu, so I’m going to go to university just to show everyone that I can. But want to go to uni also because I love learning lah!
Words that describe me are impulsive, impetuous, quixotic, sanguine, quirky, bewildered, kiasu and hodgepodge. The last one also refers to my sense of fashion.
*GRINS* :D
Today Was A Hairy Tale. (:
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Emotional turbulence can do weird things to my appearance. The last time I had a break up (and it was a long long time ago), I went and got my second piercing. The story is, on Monday I went and dyed my hair. I didn’t tell anyone I was going to do it. I don’t really know why I did it; and up till now the only real reason I can give (without having to go into the boring rubric of my personal life) is: I just felt like it. REALLY LAH. I did. It was one of those random spontaneous snap decisions. I was staring in the mirror, hating my plain black hair (yeah, I know, vanity. Shut up.) and wanting to do something about it. All I had to do was call up the hairdresser a day before and then, poof! It became Koko Krunch! I was a brunette! … Of sorts. The bottle said it was auburn (which is an awesome colour!), but it looks mostly light brown. The funny thing is, my parents don’t seem to have noticed. Either that, or they’re really good actors. And it’s getting me worried. I mean, I have just been sitting down to dinner with them with a light shining on me, making my hair sparkle, and they didn’t say ANYTHING. I’m really starting to suspect that they’re feigning ignorance. I mean, I can just see them thinking, HEHEHE let’s see how long till she breaks down and confesses. And I swear, I might do that soon. It’s reverse psychology torture. Not that they’re against the colouring of my own scalp, or they think I should love myself the way God made me – it’s the impact on the environment that they really mind. –.-“ But what to do? Henna won’t show up on my dark hair. Sorry lah Ma! Makeovers are your crazy daughter’s way of dealing with stress. And since I can’t shop during Lent, the only other choice I had was suicide by pill overdose. Do you see? *insert angelic smile + puppy eyes* Only one thing: my hair’s a couple of shades lighter than I intended it to be. This picture, taken in the back of Jenani’s car, doesn’t look so bad. It looks the way I wanted it to. BUT, this was taken in dim light, with a lousy phone camera. In good proper lighting, I look almost BLONDE. OMG. Can you imagine what Miss Caroline’s going to say about it?! And one more thing I didn’t realize before I went rushing around to dye my hair: the weird unnatural-looking colour clashes with most T-shirts I wear. ): Lesson learnt: I was almost going to say no more random spontaneous snap decisions regarding my appearance. But I decided I can’t guarantee that. Because those decisions have an unbelievably therapeutic effect. *grins* So, Lesson learnt: No matter what her sentiments towards the colour are, Louise is NOT destined for yellow hair (blonde-ness). Next time, she’ll go red! :D Labels: day-to-day, Random-ia
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