hair dye guide

Photo credit: Shinylipsytv

You see that colour on the right end there? The one where if you have dark hair, they simply show a mysterious blank space where Error and Danger lives? The Unknown.

This is kind of relevant because I’ve spent the last 3 years wanting to go blonde. Can you blame me for wanting something like this?

ayano sasaki blonde Ayano Sasaki Webstagram

 In my world this is kind of a Big Deal because my hair is kind of like crazy dark and Chinese and it’s a big commitment. Everyone’s reaction so far has been:

a) Why?

b) Why would you want to do that?

c) I think it’d look hot! (Thank you Sarah, my one staunch supporter…!)

d) WHY? (This last one is from my boyfriend, complete with hand gestures and tears running down his face. He likes brunettes.)

To be fair: I’ve actually found out what happens if you dye your crazy dark Asian hair with blonde box dye: you go a pretty funny ginger (even if you buy the ash-toned one), and a) you either put up with it long enough for it to settle into a vaguely light brunette or b) you cry and run screaming into the nearest hairdresser’s for some toner.

I’ve done both. (Guess which is cheaper though.)

I’ve played enough with you, box dyes. And I’ve flirted with you, dip-dye. I’m ready for some commitment.

It’s going to be a while before I can haul ass to the hairdresser’s though for money reasons, so if anyone can tell me, I’d love to know if:

a) can I get blonde and keep blonde with mixing your own toner and bleach

b) because I’m not crazy hardcore on the topping on roots I’m going to make like Ayano Sasaki up top there and blend it in with my normal hair – do you need skillz for this?

ayano sasaki blonde

If anyone has the answers, please let me know! Serious love for you all.

P.S.: My boyfriend has now been trained to only sniffle a little bit at the mention of my going blonde now. Trained.


So I’ve unintentionally taken a hiatus, and the reason behind that is probably that same as everyone else’s: holidays, catching up with the family and friends, New Year – and in my case, luckily enough, a new internship. I managed to start a little before Christmas, but being embroiled back into the 9-5 lifestyle has taken some adjustment (and early nights!).

That being said, a think a nearly month-long holiday from the blog did me some good, purely because I was able to do a lot of reflection upon my wee little platform now. Part of my new internship requires reading a lot of blogs (online PR, y’see?), and being able to take in a lot of people’s different styles and methods has really resonated with me.

So my new year’s resolution (though coming very late), is to be more honest. Not because I tell regular porky-pies IRL. I mean being more honest on this blog. After reading ones such as Penelope Trunk and Nakedjen and such, I realise that I basically, so far, I have half-assed this thing. Back when I was 13 or whatever and Bebo was first out I would write at least a post a day or even maybe two if I was feeling really loquacious. And perhaps that wasn’t the best, because I was a 13 year old girl with far too much spare time and emotion on her hands, so I stopped that. Locked up my writing good and tight because oversaturation ain’t pretty.

But you know what? I kind of miss that dumbass 13 year old girl. She kind of didn’t give a shit about who saw what, and I’ve come to realise that just because you grow up doesn’t mean you shut up. No, you should just refine all the stuff you have to say.

That’s what I mean about half-assing things. I screen my blog posts, and filter out stuff I thought too damning or uncool (and the swearing) but in reality I’m probably just not being true to myself.

Here’s some visuals to even this chunk of text out. Here’s my graduation photo/outfit:


Ignoring Papa Wong and Mama Wong in their finery, I really don’t like this photo. Okay, I like it because it’s graduation and that’s a cool moment, but take a look at the shoes. These are like nude wedges that I never wear in real life, and only succumbed to in a fit of panic about graduation.

These are the shoes I actually really wanted to wear because they grounded my outfit overall, but I chickened out of last minute because I thought they weren’t ‘formal’ enough:


And the result? I end up looking like some silly little 12 year old. A boring one, too.

You know what though? I’ve always been really crap at picking formalwear. This dress is a Topshop one that I bought in a sale and didn’t even bother getting tailored to fit correctly, and I hardly wear skater dresses anyway (and I now realise my anti-dress bent was because I need petite dresses. Because I’m stupid that way), but I wore the ill-fitting dress and the horrible nude shoes because I thought that was what was right. (The bob is a different matter, I was having a Rose Bryne moment without realising that cheekbones/contouring was a necessary configurement.)

So the moral of this story is that I will look back on this photo and not regret wearing the cool shoes.

No wait. Well, yes that’s true, but what I really mean is that from now on I’m going to be more honest, more true to myself, and wear more kick-ass shoes.

Here’s an awesome Stevie Wonder song to end it all with (also, Mulan rules):

Or just the first.

Waaaah, I’m sorry it’s been so long, and I can only blame my gluttony for this (I ate 4 pieces of cake on Christmas Day, and I’m not even exaggerating even slightly, sadly enough). Christmas has been a lovely flurry of family, good food and wine (I think there were about 5 glasses alongside those 4 pieces of cake) and I knew I would have to post before New Year’s Eve properly hit and took away my sense of time again.

So here’s a quick LOTD:

If you remember my spiel about glitter eyeliners then you’ll understand where this one came from.

3someSo here’s a scarily in-depth close up to show you the effect properly. I am bit of a vain toss and wear this look wherever I like regardless of the situation (luckily I work in a pretty relaxed office!) so be free! If you feel like your outfit is boring blind people with your eyes, and if you feel like you have to much glitz and bling going on then you haven’t. Not until you’ve done this too.




Using caps because I am o-b-s-e-s-s-e-d. I need purple in my life. I usually can’t stand wearing pastel colours (dude it looks so good when you see it on the hanger, but me and lavender were not made to get on) but from a beauty aspect I am now redeemed. Okay, I know I am behind on the beauty bandwagon but I need to have perfectly lilac lips in my life.

I’ve commissioned my best friend to buy me Sleek’s Exxxagerate (bless her for tolerating me) for Christmas but I’m still hunting around to fill this yawning gap in my life. (For once pudding is not filling the void.)

I have heard all those wonderful tales about Lime Crime and Airbourne Unicorn after scouring the Internets (and even in my obsession did wonder about shipping it from the US) but I’m not convinced it’s going to suit me for the price. I’ve heard good things about Mac’s Asian Flower as a semi-dupe and I’m going to have to wander down to the Mac aisles after Christmas just to see if this bad boy and me are going to be friends. Maybe then I can start incessantly obsessing about something else.

UntitledMac, Asian Flower

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