The organised chaos

Blackhead Alert

After a few days of moping around in self-pity over “uninspiring” work (as Nelson C puts it), I decided to take matters into my own hands and made an appointment with my miracle worker of a hair stylist, Gil.

See, a hair cut never fails to cheer me up, especially when I have been living with stringy hay masquerading as hair for the past few months. Gil is the equivalent of a best friend in the hair department. I’ve gone to him for the past few years and my previous two attempts at weaning myself off his expensive cuts have ended disastrously. I decided that my experimental days were over and went back to my first love. All I had to do was say to him, “Save my hair!” He looked at the messy bird’s nest that I carried on my head with narrowed eyes and you could actually visualise his brains churning furiously to think of ways to salvage the situation. Finally, he gave me three options – 1) trim and perm, 2) dye the remnants of bleach black again and do a whole new radical look, 3) trim and leave it to grow. I picked option 2, so bored was I of my current style.

After spending three hours in the salon, I emerged a different person. My steps felt lighter and I couldn’t help giggling to Gil that I felt like I was eight all over again. As you can see below, the resemblance between me at 23 and me in primary school is there (anti-clockwise from top left).

The first picture is of me at three – already a grumpy monkey then with eyebags to boot. The next is of me at nine, wearing what could be mistaken for a nuclear bomb mushroom cloud on my scalp. And then there’s me at 12, with a disastrous fringe cut by my older sister. At 19, I was still a tomboy at heart and didn’t bother growing out my hair until I met Gil, who persuaded me otherwise. Then there’s me at my convocation, a mere four months ago and voila! The brand new hair cut!

Went for Chorale practice on Saturday and met with comments ranging from “Cleopatra!” to “So doll-like” to “Are you wearing a wig?” to “You can carry such strange styles off”. Coincidentally, three other people also had their hair cut the week before.

There’s Popartgirl:
and the Evil Fat Brat (who frankly looks the same as before).

Well, I love my new hair! I was a little wary of the fringe initially but Gil has promised to trim it for me for free if I get irritated by it. Anyway, the boyfriend thinks I look good (although I had exhorted the answer from him) so there!

What’s Playing on iTunes
The Way You Look Tonight – Tony Benett from the album “My Best Friend’s Wedding: Music From The Motion Picture” by My Best Friend’s Wedding

13 thoughts on “Blackhead Alert”

  1. You look Fabulous baby!!!
    Fringe is the key!
    I swear by hairstyles with bangs / fringes ever since my fringe saw daylight!
    and i wanna say it again so pwettyyyyyyyy yannie!


  2. popartgirl is always sleepy these days…
    in any case, popartgirl is resigned to the fact that she’ll never be photogenic, always doomed to look ugly in photos…


  3. Hehe Yann darling altho u dun miss me (sobsob) i shall still proclaim that i love your new hairstyle!! yesyes..taking the cue frm ash…so PWWEETTTYYYY!!!!! 😀


  4. actually i think popartgirl looks quite nice in pix (like yann). eh do you remem the one you and i took at the back of the t-block in jc1?? muahaha that pic must be burnt and destroyed forever hoho 😉


  5. wah! you look really funky and quirky man! very pretty, no doubt.
    and your eyeshadow is very nice too!!! erm, are you wearing eyeshadow by the way? or was it the lighting of the photo?


  6. OMG!!! I love my abby!
    You know what, the eyeshadow was the second thing I saw after the hair
    and i wanted to ask what it was but was afraid of being labelled the invincible bimbo…

    now that abs has mentioned it
    yes you look fantabulous with the eyeshadow.

    Hmm Bourjois, I have it in pink and purple!


  7. so am i supposed to be the invincible bimbo now huh huh huh?
    ya the eyeshadow is very nice. pls use it more often.

    i dun have any bourjois eyeshadow.
    eyeshadow doesn’t look nice on my disgusting oily eyelids. tsk.


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