If I’m not colorblind, my natural hair color is dark brown, so I refuse to believe I’m a redhead. I would want to be called, like, a “strawberry blondie” — or some more decent name near to that because it feels a little cuter than “an exotic woman with a fiery temper”, as defined by Urbandictionary. LOL. But apparently my natural roots are starting to show up (having my hair colored 3 months ago) that it won’t let me escape this hair coloring problem I have had for years; as much as I love hair color, I detest all its devilish forms and impact on my long thin Filipina hair. Right now it’s bloody-dry and a little wrecked from my almost monthly rich soaking of peroxide on them that every time the dyed color start to strip off, I somehow get pressed to recolor to hide the bad shade out. But then again, nonetheless, I seem to always love the result each time I do so. And tend to forget it had layers of unhealthy, hair-melting substances. Thus, I will recolor my hair again tonight. Please pray for its soul.

After all, who wouldn’t want her hair jazzed up with the next decade’s bombshell color?

remember this from my last outdoor photoshoot?

AND P.S. thank you to MONDES hair coloring system!  Your shades are LOVEE. <3

♥ siD