Hello people!
It's been months since I last blogged, and I'm really, really sorry about it. Life has been really tiring and I'm going to sit for my A Levels examinations in about two weeks time, and trust me when I said I'm so not ready for this. I guess this would be the first time I'm truly scared of examinations, because I feel extremely unprepared.
Enough of the sad and stressful event! Let's move on to something happy and worth blogging.
Okay, I guess it's pretty obvious I dyed my hair with blue and purple, since I placed it as the first photo of this blog post. But, LOOK. I'm so happy about this! I was initially very, very worried on how my hair's going turn out, because I've seen a lot of people who bleached and dyed their hair in bright colors can't seem to escape the fate of frizzy hair, or worse, their hair colors do not suit them (skin tones, looks, etc.).
Luckily for me, none of those happened to me! My hair is even smoother than before, if that makes sense (it doesn't, but it's a good thing so I'm not complaining). Also, I'm shocked that my crazy unicorn hair actually suits me. It goes with my vibes very well, and suit my everyday style. Well, I guess I can pull off most hair colors if they don't clash with my skin color because I wear all black almost every single day. One plus side on dressing in black is that my hair colors will look even more prominent and beautiful, because there is no other distraction that will "fight" with my hair.
The day I dyed my hair.
My mother initially wouldn't let me dye my hair, as she said, I quote "It's a want, not a need. You shouldn't just give in to your temptations." I basically grew up with that quote, and it's actually a very good advice in order to be thrifty. However, ever since I was around 16 to 17, I've always wanted blue hair very, very badly. I'm the kind of person who lives by my mom's quote every single day of my life, and I clearly know that dyeing my hair is definitely not a need, but lusting over blue hair for years is definitely some dedication.
Long story short, my mom eventually realized that I'm 18 and I've every right to dye my hair without asking her permission (I insisted that I will only dye my hair once my mom agreed, partly because I don't want her to be upset at me and also partly because I respect and value her views. That's how things work with us as she is my best friend) but I respectfully waited for her "yes" before doing anything. I guess she's kinda touched that even though I'm fully legal to do anything I want, I still view her opinions very seriously. She then agreed to let me dye my hair and sent me a very touching message saying (it was in mandarin, this is just a rough translation): "Go and dye your hair, you have my blessing for it. I just tend to forget my daughter is already an adult and I respect your decision *smiley face*."
TELL ME THAT ISN'T THE SWEETEST THING YOU'VE EVER READ.
Okay, maybe not the sweetest thing ever, but it is to me. Trust me, growing up in an Asian background, trust and freedom from my parents mean a lot to me, as they represent that they trust me and respect my decision, and will stand behind me regardless of whatever I do.
I'm a lucky potato. I really am.
Just before I finish off this post, I just wanna tell you guys that I'll probably disappear for at least another month or so because typing or thinking up a good blog post other than just random updates take quite a bit of time, and I don't have much time on my hands.
However, I'm more active at my Instagram (or Bookstagram) which is @maggiechyichyi. Come stalk me and my aesthetics if you want *wink*. I'll just leave some photos from my IG down here for you guys to look through.
Till next time people!
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