OMFG Just got back from eXtreme hair salon last night and there goes my yikes! RM500 again. I remember blogging sometime back about my hair escapades. It’s about the revolution of changing my hairstyle and colour and length throughout the years.

See it – here

The colour of this picture is obviously
helped by the afternoon sun and photoshop

For those long-time readers of my blog, most of yall would know that I’ve always been a red head. Did it red for 5 times already. But as most red-heads would lament, the red pigments will eventually FADE and turn into some dingy yellowish-orange disgusting colour. Eww.

Like this –

So as usual, I couldn’t stand my hair looking so unwell maintained. I proceeded to the hair salon to get rid of that horrid color. Probably doing it red again or having a darker shade.

Just before the process

And when it’s done, here I am venting my frustration about how uncomfy I am with my new hairdo. Been lamenting about it in my tweets all night the moment I got home. Yeah I’ve been in mild depression with mom saying I look like Cleopatra with my new bangs 🙁

It’s friggin short, okay???
I didn’t expect him to chop my fringe off when I said :

“I want a bit of bangs this time but
do it red for me like you always have”

I didn’t say :

“Make me look like an idiot with uber short bangs and dark red/purple hair that looks like black”

So not what I wanted.
You can’t even see the colour!

During dinner with Ketiak and Minny, I kept telling them how awkward I was and conscious I felt with that uber short fringe. The colour was almost black. I did not want to look like a high-school girl!

Minny liked it, but Ketiak didn’t.

So yeah, I got home.. and my maid told me it was nice. But mom just kept laughing. OMG even Michael Jackson’s father laughed at his nose. And now.. mom laughed at my hair! I’m not gonna give my hair plastic surgery (if that is possible at all) just because you sniggered at me, mom.

With the help of my tripod and mom (how ironic) . I did “self-photography” to see how it actually looked like on photos. Self-photography is actually a very interesting term mentioned to be before by my friends Jeffro and Joyce.

Okay with the picture above, I failed.
The focus point wasn’t correctly set and the photo turned out really blur with the background being the subject of focus instead. Dang.

Let’s try again. Now, be good Mr. Tripod

A little better. But no matter how much I attempt to camouflage my ugly short fringe and ugly hair colour with my hand, by trying to pull the longer hair towards the front or even posing in an un-geeky manner, it won’t change the fact that I look like a nerd with THE FRINGE.

Thus, making me somewhat emo throughout the day.
The boyfie jokingly said I look like a snail. But still!! 🙁

I like Emily The Strange.

Now with my own mother and boyfie against my new hairdo, this is social suicide! ARGGGGHHHHH next time I won’t trust my hair stylist so much.

yeah yeah STFU
I’m just gonna sit at the corner waiting for my
hair to grow back while you laugh at me.

Reason being why I blogged about having done it already is because I just wanted to get some reader opinions. From a non-biased view, that is.

Cos blogging as though I’ve already done it will open chances for me to gain more input on what you peeps honestly think. So, here is the verdict I’ve summed up from everyone :

Ya know, until and unless I completely transform into a sweet & girlish young thing, I just cannot have that kind of hair. Like all my close ones said: however nice it looks on me, it still just takes away the Jess that they know. My character ain’t there anymore.

I told a white lie! My apologies!
^_^

So last night, I was up till the wee hours of the morning – 5am to be exact. Yeah, supposedly studyin I reckon.

But I just can’t get my fingers off the internet the whole godforsaken day. Facebooking, designing and chatting online got the better of me.

But heck, this is my 4th time as the girl with red streaks.
Your red-head author is back once more!

Ahh, the sunny rays always does my hair justice

Since Jess the red-head is back after quite some time, I might as well make a new avatar for myself no? ^_^

I introduce you, LiL benjicajess :

For any of my buddies who want an avatar too, just leave a comment below to tell me so. I’ll try to find some time on my fingers to create one for you as well!

To date, I’ve re-done my hair crimson red 4 times. Which is enough to make me a red-red for a good consecutive 3 years now. Having my trademark incarnadine streaks made me feel my attitude churning deep within.

I know I’ve done many crazy stuff with my hair and chopping it off each time it grows long and heck, never seem to be bored of it.

Though I’m not as extravagantly bold as others who wore their hair in bright green or a fluorescent yellow, I think my hair escapade is a lot for me to handle.

Anyway, here I am before the procedure in the Loreal Studio hair salon.
Thanks to my college senior Jolyn, she recommended me to it.

Right, say goodbye to my current hair which reigned for 5 months.
*braces self* WHOOOOPEDOOOO!!!

BUH – BYE!!

It was great to have a partner there with me. Thank goodness she was there, she helped translate Mandarin to English for me whenever the hair stylist spoke.

My bestie Joyce and I just before our turn
*shuts eyes*

Woots! These were the colours I had chosen. I specifically requested for the hair stylist to burn my hair with red ONLY at the ends and tips. For the other parts of my hair, I asked for it to be dyed dark purple/aubergine.

LET IT ROLL!!!

Now with my red-aubergine hair and her light brown cocoa hair, we’re ready to say hello again!

Bestie Joyce and I after our 4hour procedure

Ahh, after a simple hit of ‘format memory card’, I flirted with my camera again all morning. I like this picture because the shaded rays of the sun made my hair look purplish instead of deep red.

Laugh. Go ahead.
All you want. Hmmph.

Ok randomly, I will reenact my previous habit of camwhoring in the car. Trust me, if you did your head red you’d prolly find more sunshine to camwhore in as well. heh.

adios!