Project Blonde: Episode Deux

For one to go blonde, one must first go orange.

Or if, you were nice enough, you'd say I'm strawberry blonde. Less blonde, more unripened strawberry.

Pics as follows:

Another shot of Before:

During:

After:

 I actually had a flash (in this case, a long flash, that would make it more of a thought/dream or maybe it was a flash, considering how many situations I can see in split seconds in my crazy brain, but anyways, AMNTT strikes again) that I had to go running to the nearest saloon, since I'd botched my dye-job, and when they TRIED their best to cover up the uneven roots and at the same time, achieve that ash-platinum blonde effect I was after, after, of course, giving me the disapproving looks that meant, "Haven't seen a disaster like this in ages. Thought the whole DIY@home phase is sooo last century" and "The colour won't suit her at all, but, looking at that horrific job, the only blonde we can go for is lighter." And, they did not even reassure me, in fact, I bowed my head down in shame and submission. And when they were finally removing the foils from my head, it all came out in bunches. Not the foil. My HAIR. Bunches of lovely, platinum blonde.


Thank God the alarm rang/Ian spoke/soap fell/door closed/rain started/lightning struck/ciggie finished/keypad locked/etc and broke me out of my horrific 'reverie'.


Advantage of this whole situation is that, I have, for once, got something in my head, and have put my heart in accomplishing it. I know, I know. Concentrating such efforts elsewhere in my life would work wonders, but alas, I am easily distracted by affairs of adventurous vanity. La Recherche de la beauté. I do not know why or how right my French is, but I shall persevere! Mais oui, mon ami, j'en suis sûr! And when that time arrives, toi et moi, nous allons parler, ça va?


And in order to keep my ego in check, I shall post up pics, regardless of flattering or not results, to forewarn whosoever out there, who plans to go blonde. Of course, I'm not stopping anyone. I'm sure, you guys would just go to a proper, professional skilled stylist. I feel like doing it myself, because then, I can see and suffer the results and phases I have to go through and push myself to go ahead. If it was someone else doing it for me, I'd be bitching from heaven to hell, if they botched it up. And the immediate effect of it would, I think, be more disastrous to my ego than this self-induced peroxide-addicted affair.

OK. Goals for this short short holiday!

1. Go blonde. Duh.
2. Learn French & German. (career purposes)
3. Get well rested.
4. Do more research for my dissertation.
5. Hopefully, get a buyer and a new lappy in return for my *sshh* jinxed laptop.

And, I'd just like to add, I am going blonde, for some reasons:

1. Niggling curiousity of whether it is the effects of peroxide? or
2. The absence of melanin that causes TBS (The Blonde Syndrome)
3. And also to just see if Blondes really do have more fun.

I know, I know, it doesn't apply to Asians. But still, I like the whole idea and warning! I might go totally Len Grossman on you guys. And create an alter ego team blogging member. oooh... *contemplation*

Ssshh... Don't tell mommy I've gone blonde.