OK. This should be my last torture of my rambut-rambutan for this project, which, I am quite happy is ending, after all the peroxide fumes and sore scalp I've been enduring. This is the last step towards that platinum, white-blonde which I want to have.
Last Saturday, I went to spend some time with my Granma and I dragged IanPenguin along mercilessly, despite him being tired (sleeping 5 hours, compared to my 3), because, I was afraid my grandmomma wouldn't recognise me. And I was afraid that she'd get the shock of her life. Instead, she went,
"OH! *chuckle* You Mat Salleh girl!". I think I scared the maid more.
Before that, we stopped by this small shop in Putra Heights area, looking all so desolate and dead (no offence), to buy cucumbers for my Kerabu Timun I was making for lunch (Acid test with Grandmother Judge). I walked in and the guy stared at me, and asked me if I wanted 5 kilos of cucumbers. I felt kinda shy, when I just took one medium one, and said that that was all. Then, as he weighed it out, he asked me, "Are you from Malaysia?" And I was like, *blush* "Yes." Then he said, "Oh, you look like Mat Salleh."
Before going to the house, we stopped by for some pick-me-upper drinks at a nearby kopitiam. I tell you, going blonde is absolutely not for the faint of heart, in ALL matters! The whispers and stares I got... tsktsk. And, not only that, IanPenguin actually had to pick the table right smack in the middle of everyone, next to the most obvious gapers, 3 guys from some service workshop. Immediately, they started discussing my tattoos and hair, and they said, "I think she's Japanese." Another went, "No la, I think she's mixed Mat Salleh." And that was when I tuned out and started hiding behind my almost invisible bangs. Then IanPenguin jolted me out of my daze, "Why you acting so weird? Relax la!" So, I ended up looking lansi. Needless to say, I gulped down my drink, and of course, walking back to car, and putting on my seatbelt, through sunglassed-eyes, I saw everyone turning, looking, wondering, whispering and discussing. GEE.
So yeah. My last tribute to the process. And now, to face the journey.
But, you know what? I'm having fun. Being blonde is not really about the colour, it's more about the extreme change of colour, the jump from one end of the spectrum to the other. It's a shock sometimes, seeing myself in the mirror albeit very refreshing. (Even more excuses to be vain and spend time in front of the mirror, teehee)
Well, for you all out there, who'd like to attempt a radical hair colour change, here's my little colour chart of my hair, from the first attempt, right up until now. Of course, results depend on whether you've dyed your hair before or not, condition of your hair, as well as the texture, thickness and original colour. Do let me know what your adventure turns out to be...
And have fun! It's not the colour that's important, it's how you carry yourself. Be confident, smile and speak Malay (esp. you future Blondes). It'll definitely confuse everyone. *grin*
Happy days people!
xoxoxo
Mary Lin Mun Low
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