Showing posts with label Vanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vanity. Show all posts

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Mission Accomplished.

Yours truly had managed to get what she has always dreamed of.

Now, she's thinking of ways to maintain it. :D

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

5Ds : Dream - > Decision -> Difficult -> Defer -> Drool

Ever since I was a little girl, I've always dreamed of having long shiny golden hair swaying so smoothly. I've always admired women who are blessed with such poise and grace.

So, I thought of materialising that dream now. Judging from the condition of my hair, it looks like a serious fixing needs to be done. I have scouted on a few places to fix it, but I'm still less assured on the best option. It's like the more options you have, the more difficult for you to make a decision. And who would have thought such decision could be difficult? Well, for someone who has been very experimental with her hair, always conscious about her hair (who sometimes refuse to go out because she's having bad hair days!) and given the constrain of money, it is indeed VERY difficult and very STRESSful!

I'm still contemplating. Yea, possibly I can get a cheap bargain somewhere. But will it turn out how I want it to be? Or in the long run, will it stay? Or if I opt for the more expensive option, will it guarantee me to have the beautiful hair I've always dreamed of? Hmm..bluek! I don't want to rush it and I don't want it to get worse. I just want it to be neat, easy to manage and falls nicely. Just like this.


(Is it too much to ask for?)



Beating all this stress, is my frequent encounter with Mr Bale on his new movie Terminator Salvation. And why is it only coming out in May?





Isn't he just so adorable?


Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Frizzy and Fuzzy

People who know me well would know how experimental I am with my hair. And how I don’t fancy my hair that much.

Anyhow, I decided to try something new, or more like something I’ve always dreamed off.

To have those shiny golden long hair passing through my shoulder with such poise.

After three and a half hours having my hair washed, rubbed, spilled with all sorts of chemicals with the saloon’s shut half-closed, I finally came out with my new hair.

Tadaaa..

The three at this point were already bored out of their wits. And the verdict of my new hair was one of those ‘makciks’ from Indonesia ‘sinetrons’, as they say. Well, I managed to get the hairdo that I’ve always wanted, although it probably made me look 20 years older. Hehe.

But wait,

It didn’t last for very long. It only lasted about a night or so.

Days thereafter, the mirror reflects on a mad scientist. It’s all frizzy and dry now.

Gosh, I just hate my hair!