I Need Your Assistance – Hair!

Over the years the one thing that has remained the same about me is my constant need for change. I rearrange my living room, my bedroom furniture, my organizational methods, etc. But mostly, I change my hair color. For some reason I cannot commit to one hair color for longer than 3 months (usually, unless I can’t come up with a new color and then I’ll just leave it as is). This post is by no means a medium for me to share countless photos of myself because I think that highly of myself (I really don’t), but rather to showcase the hair colors I have had in the past. You know how some people look really good in a hair color and awful in another? Well, I have the ability to see that on other people, but on myself I can’t tell which color suits me “best” – that’s where you come in. Please please assist me in picking out a color family you feel suits my skin tone the best.

Here come the massive waves of photos spanning 4 years, with the first photo betraying my not-oft seen plain jane brown natural hair color:

Reddish brown, look at bottom only (not the roots!)

Faded red, reddish brown

Lots of light highlights, lightest brown ever had

Light reddish brown

Black hair

Strawberry Blonde

Dark brown

Mahogany brown

Poorly-executed blonde

Another mahogany brown

Medium golden brown

Golden brown

Red, hard to photograph

Orange-based red

Dark brown with highlights

Dark brown with highlights, curled

Different dark brown w/ highlights

In a hair rut... the same color, still?!

Current Hair... Boring!?

Formulating A Type


Ned Shatzer, on the cover of Beauty Fashion magazine.


Ben Hill, Tommy Hilfiger S/S 2009 campaign

I love classic, handsome men. But rugged. And guys with facial hair and plaid shirts. BRB FANNING MYSELF! Might add more pictures as time allows. MAJOR TIME CRUNCH. SCHOOL! WORK! AHHHHHH.

Take a sip.

I just want to jot down a few things.

  • I fell asleep 20 minutes before midnight on New Year’s Eve.
  • I fell asleep because I’ve been sick forever, and had a sinus headache. Mom gave me Benadryl. I completely knocked out.
  • Supposedly, Mom tried waking me up at midnight, but I have no recollection of this.
  • One of my aunts passed around money in a circle until the money ran out, to all those awake.
  • So, I missed out.
  • For the first time in my life, I think I got pink eye. Maybe? It was caused by contact irritation and then me poking my contacts. D:
  • It went away in 2 days.
  • I still went to work because I don’t think it was the contagious kind and there were no signs of my eye ailment except for pain.
  • Cherry l/l and Howl l/s = major compliments.
  • I asked a professor to let me enroll in a graduate level course in which she would be accepting only 4 undergrads.
  • She let me enroll…! Simultaneously excited and scared.
  • The reading list is aaaaamazing! But there are like 10 novels. A novel a week… brb panicking!
  • I did not watch 150 movies last year… which is a bummer. I only got to 130.
  • This year will be the 4th year in a row I’m going to attempt 150 movies. 2 of those 3 years I made and surpassed the 150 mark.
  • Alas, at this crucial end-of-year winter break time I have 2 jobs so movies took a back seat for a while.
  • Foreign movies are so my cup of tea.
  • I just finished watching Hors de prix and now I’m watching How To Marry A Millionaire (Marilyn Monroe). Trend? Hah!
  • During break I started so many blog entries and hardly published any of them.
  • I’m so excited to turn 21 so I can ~finally~ try wine!
  • I have never had any alcohol!!!
  • Personally, I need something to look forward to in life or else I feel restless.
  • I try to get my hair colored every 3 months, but for 2 years I didn’t have any dark hair color.
  • Last week Tuesday I got my hair a very dark chocolate brown with slight reddish undertones that are barely detectable except under the sun.
  • Ever since I was a young gal I really enjoyed watching Channel 18 where they would air Bollywood music videos and Asian dramas.
  • Today, many many years later from those days, I am ~so~ into Bollywood movies! Asian movies! French movies!
  • Foreign is so so so much better.
  • For my 21st birthday I’m going to Paris! (:

So much for a few…! This entry took me several days to write just because I can very rarely sit down without multi-tasking. Then time runs out and I go do something else before finishing any entry.

My resolution for this year — and it’s actually going to be pretty tough — is to stop antagonizing people! And perhaps try to get back into the blog scene. I miss habitually reading people’s blogs and keeping up with the online community. Unfortunately I did not watch 150 movies this past year so I have to step up my game this year and get ahead so by the end of 2010 I don’t have to scramble.

Exciting stuff coming this way for 2010!

Take a sip, and keep it classy! Exude positive energy!! (:

Todo esta bien.

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1 am. I need to sleep. Work ALL day tomorrow. At both Lush and Sephora. 11am to 11:30pm. Honestly, I have no idea why I agreed to pick up the Lush shift. I almost picked up a shift tonight, after having worked for 7 days in a row. I was sick for about 3 weeks, from lack of rest. It took every ounce of strength to say no to today’s shift. I needed a day off. To relax, watch movies, meditate, etc. Impulsively, I will say yes to everything.

It’s too late to take a bubble bath. I get so much reading done when I take baths. That’s the only way I can ~focus~ instead of multi-tasking every which way with the 20+ tabs I have open, with far too many mental notes.

Leonardo Favio has been my jaaaam for over a week now. His music was from the 60s/70s, Argentinian singer. Just listen.

Contradicting statements:

  • I wish people were still emotional enough to warrant carrying handkerchiefs with them.
  • Emotions are weak.
  • I feel like crying for everyone that’s ever been sad, for everyone that’s ever had it rough, for everyone that’s ever been lonely.
  • I can’t cry.

No matter what, I don’t want to be emotionally vulnerable. Already I told Sebastian too much about how I feel.

Sometimes I don’t know if I suppress my emotions or if I just don’t have any. The former seems the likely culprit. For so long I have told myself that it is not okay to let anyone or anything affect me that I automatically try to suppress every emotion. And then when finally I allow myself to feel, I feel so much I can’t even breathe. Anger, love, sympathy, caring, hate. I feel them so intensely it hurts.

I’m finally over __. What’s funny is that CBD had to replace __ in order for me to be over the latter.

When someone asks me how I’m doing, I never go into details. And yet I get upset when people blab on and on about themselves and don’t let me speak, as if I would share anything even if they did ask. I always get upset no one gives enough of a fuck to ask for details. If you ask, I’ll answer. But, no one asks anything at all. I think that’s where I get my mentality that “no one cares.” It’s difficult enough for me to “open up” – I get so uncomfortable even just thinking about it. No one even knows. (I’ve made no progress.)

“You can’t even tell me what’s under the stupid tarp.”

I can’t.

My mouth seals shut and I get so hesitant.

People always assume I’m okay, that I’m strong, that I’m ~so~ prepared and fearless, that nothing can bring me down. Look closer, please. It’s all a facade. I’ve never been so weak, so scared.

I start to say what I mean, what I feel, and then I can’t. No one cares.

Why am I such a contradictory hypocrite?

Nobody’s here with me.

Electronic

“You always come home from work in such a happy mood.”

Damn right. I love my jobs!

And I love my family so damn much. Every time we send emails to one another I can feel how close we all are, and how much we really appreciate each other. Don’t get me wrong, we have our share of tough times, but for some reason that doesn’t even matter in the long run.

And o hai to anonymous commenter from my previous entry: This is a blog all about me. Bad as my writing may be, undoubtedly by definition my blog must be self-indulgent. This is a personal weblog, durrr. (: K, bai.

Rain changes things. Some suddenly want to snuggle. Some want to dance in the rain. Some now want to stay indoors. Some become lonely. Some feel like walking past that special spot where you first met. Some feel like crying.

My bedroom is very warm right now. We keep the heater on, the windows closed, the candles lit, the incense burning, the blankets ready.

Sin ti mi corazón
Es un abismo tan profundo como el mar
Y un segundo es una eternidad
Como para no estar junto a ti

Music in foreign languages is so beautiful.