Since science brought us the wonders of personifying another identity by dyeing hair colour, my hair has progressed from medium brown to chestnut, deep bronzed brown to light iridescent brown. Colour upon colour and now, it has gone from delicious mocha brown to somewhat ah-lian medium blonde.

I've been thinking of reverting to my natural hair colour aka black. Then again, it may backfire and make me look more solemn (and boring). Already homo sapiens out there think my expression says 'arrogant' 'dao' and 'fierce'. So I hesitate and sat on the idea for some time.

Until two days ago, I met Cindy, an ex-colleague whom haven't seen me for the longest time at Expo. If I heard correctly, her first reaction upon meeting me is, "Wah why your hair looks so ah-lian?"

I coughed up an awkward laugh. I hate that proper noun, much less to be labeled as one. Cindy looked skeptical when I insisted that my hair isn't dry and brittle. She touched my hair and let it pass.

Has everyone been looking at me thinking: Ah-lian with dry brittle hair?

Darn. Cannot go on like this.

So that very evening I took a gamble and went to the newest salon in the neighbourhood. (It was having a cheapest hair services promotion plus tried-and-tested by The Mother) I took the seat, pointed to my mane and dished out my requirements, "People say I look like ah-lian, please change it."
3 long hours of enduring talkative auntie-customers and screaming running slap-friendly kids, I walked away with dark hair with a tinge of mahogany. Suits me fine though now and then I still managed to scare myself when I looked into the mirror. Meanwhile The Mother couldn't stop complimenting the glossy shine of my newly coloured hair. See, told ya my hair's fine. =)