Goodbye, Blonde hair.

"My hair was like..
the lost treasure of the Apollo,
God of the golden Sun.
A symbol of change and revolution.
I felt wild and free."

Dear Diary,
Today is Thursday
the 1st of April 2010,
1.40am in the morning and I just got out of the shower.


I couldn't remember.. I think I was having nice a dream. While sleeping cozily under a 3-inch thick nylon blanket. Then a fucking cat kept moaning right outside my window like 50 times, and the moans gradually started to grow into shrieks until my eyes were blood-shot wide open. I couldn't remember the dream I had at all.

I swung my window wide open looking for the fucking thing in the dark, I would've thrown my laptop at it or something, fucking cat.


Diary, the past few days I feel like I've lost a friend, mypride was dented, it feels like I've lost a family member, my partner in crime, the day I dyed away my darling sparkly hair.

Before

Why hello there mr. sexy asian, too bad youre the same as every other
Now it reminds me, my black hair had a tinge of natural brown in it.

The Grueling Process

• Hair bleached 8 times, dyed with platinum last.
• It smelled funny, my eyes hurt.
• Bleaching my black hair away took 8 hours for the right colour to come out
  
• Each time felt like acid and fire ants poured all over my head
• But it was all worth it in the end.

After

No one and nothing could stop me.

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Eventually I the roots just grew out ugly and I just had to fix it.

So after much thought I decided to go pitch black.

It rained so heavily when I got home, the skies were telling me not to do it :(

The black fighting with the blonde.

Ma trimming away the damaged ends

Waiting and waiting and..

Oh hurry up already!

:(

Dyeing starts

Dyeing ends

Waited for 45 min, wanna see my Black hair?

To be continued...

~Sam