… is hairstyle change!
When hit by serious bouts of boredom or compelled by countless bad hair days, I’d scamper my way to the salon and have my crowning glory re-done. I’d so willingly welcome any hairdo my impulse would dictate (thanks to my oval face that succumbs to any style).
I’ve almost tried everything. Permed or straight, super short or waist-long, shaggy or bob, yada yada. Only thing I haven’t tried yet is zero hair (or baldness).
For the past 6 months, I’ve had 3 do’s (making it one new look per 2 months), as illustrated by the following:
Do #1:
Plainly black and straight.
Mine was a bit shorter than Ms. Hudgens’ but it was almost like that. No bangs, no layers, no colors. Just straight and black. I had my hair straightened out since college senior year up to the time I started working. Until I got bored with it and put on a bit of a twist.
DO #2:
Layered hair with straight-across bangs
My weekly visit to Video City for the DVD of “Devil Wears Prada” triggered this style. I suddenly wanted to have Andrea’s (Anne Hathaway) hairdo. Plus I really felt for her as a neophyte in the corporate world. So might as well complete all the “can relate” stuff with her look (minus the Jimmy Choos and Prada).
But then again, after a couple or so months, I got bored. So…
DO #3:
Mid-length hair with side-swept bangs
I left my hair to the hands of John, the bading who cut my hair. In all fairness, he really knew what to do. Plus, he fixed my growing bangs, which at that time, got so confused as to which direction it would take (from straight, should it go side-swept or remain covering my eyes the whole time?). With that, I gave him my biggest tip to date: 100 bucks.
However, a month later, my hair went bonkers. It’s always been unkempt regardless of the amount of brushing I’d give it. It was no longer straight. It suddenly had a life of its own. Hence, this afternoon, I decided to let it go (at least most of it). This is how my hair exactly looks like now:
DO #4:
The Bob
I originally planned on having more of a Rihanna bob with longer hair in the front. But Chris, the bading who bobbed my hair, cut it short before I could even protest. Nonetheless, I love it! 
Offtopic: I told myself that this year, I’d start leaving the safe zone and explore the turf of the radical. 2009, here’s my very first act of leaving the safe zone.
Hmm, I wonder what the next will be.
