Cha wanted to have her hair dyed. To show my moral support, and since I have nothing else fruitful in mind, plus the fact that I was suffering in an acute stress-induced suicidal illusion, and that I needed a time out, to do something I haven’t done before, sort of a dare, but more of  just a break really, I decided to join her in her out of the blue, spur of the moment, right out of the air, wish. I had my hair frosted. And here’s the aftermath:

I honestly didn’t know it’ll look this way. When the frosting cap was taken off, I was surprised that I already got colors in my hair. It was really a surprise because I was not asked what color I wanted, and by the time I thought they were going to start dyeing, they were actually done. I guess they only have one color of the dye in the store, so it would be a shame to ask, so they just did what they have to do. Haha.

Cha’s hair is now a reddish-brown tint (she chose it, she was asked, which makes things a little bit unfair), but the color’s still young, and it only works under the sunlight. Mine, on the contrary, works everywhere, and I’m not entirely happy about being the more noticed one in the pair.

In a way I now look like Son Goku, just as one classmate loudly pronounced upon my entry in my Theology exam. But I don’t think it looks bad at all. Maybe not the usual, but not bad.