Project Blonde: Episode Cinq

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

WISHLIST-THING.

I want this soooooo badly, I'd be so ashamed to verbalise the things I'd do, in my head, to get this. omgomgomgomgomg.

Screw Russ Noble. No, erm, I mean, UNscrew him because I'd screw Eddie Izzard anytime.

And if only I could wake up every morning to this, I'd wake up more often.

@.@!!!

*swoon*

Screw you for being judgmental and snobbish. I'm saying this anyway I want! HAH!

Project Blonde: Episode Quatre

Lighter and lighter... and I believe, I've got one more run to do to achieve the colour (or absence of colour) that I want.

Good stuff: EdmondYabah is back! :D Had drinks with him and YangYang at Loft57. Talked until 6am *bleary-eyed*, slept about 7something, got up at 12noon for lunchies with IanPenguin's parents for Father's Day. Gosh. In the wise words of MommyNesha, my neighbour, there are 40 million people in Empire waiting to get into Chili's. Lagi lah on Father's Day, Sunday lunch. Bah.

SirGerald next door called me an albino-GT-Queen lookalike. EdmondYabah calls me Kam-Mor and AngMoh. *lol* Even Ian's parents couldn't recognise me. I have to say, goal, acheived. ;)

So yup, current update:

Project Blonde: Episode Troix

Gosh, this is getting on my nerves. Becoming platinum blonde is an impossibly time-consuming, heart-pounding and not to mention... attention attracting process. IanPenguin called me the Monkey Goddess. You guys see and judge for yourselves.

*prays fervently for redemption by Episode Quatre*

During:

After:

Saying Thank You to my assistant stylist.

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.