Yesterday, I finally did the unthinkable. I got myself a new hair color for the first time, after all these years wishing for one.
One might say, "Minta puji jua ko ni. Why don't you do it a looooooooooong time ago? Bukannya susah.".You have no idea my friend. You wanna know why?
Mostly, my parents were against it. In their mind, people who color their hair are bad, bad people and they are the ones who terrorize this country with their bad-ass attitude, wrecking havoc everywhere, using their hair as a statement for their rebellious nature.
Not exactly true is it? Luckily I manage to talk my mom into it [We even went to the saloon together by the way. Don't ask me how I did it xD] and although my dad was surprised when he saw my new hair at first, he didn't have any complain. Can I say," Nasiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiib~" ? xDD
Next I was a bit intimidated about the result of the color. Will it look good on me or will I turn into a pilak wannabe? Since I don't have a fair skin nor a face with a hint of Korean/Japanese/Chinese look, my concern is justified. Luckily, it turned out well.
...at least in my mind it is. Not too bright but still noticeable.
Peduli la kalao kamurang cakap macam pilak. I still like it. ;)