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Fun Bun

This is a hairstyle that my bestfriend C did for me 2 weeks back.

bun by c, by bitsandtreats

It’s a side bun that’s hanging. She used some of my special hair tools to create this bun. I’m not sure if you can do this using regular hair pins.

hotd by c, by bitsandtreats

She’s really great with hairstyles. I got so many compliments that day because of this look. It’s really nice to look made-up once in a while, don’t you agree? I love the surprised look people get when they see me in something out of the ordinary.

Comments

  1. I'm so weirded out that we always do similar posts! are you my blogging soulmate???! Haha!

    I find the side bun very effortlessly chic! I'd definitely sport that 'do if I ever get to grow my tresses longer (which is a rare phenomenon).

    And I get you on surprising peeps when you get itself all made up :) it's a nice feeling. Happy september 1st!

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  2. Really???! Kami rin ni Sugar! Hahaha! Happy September!

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  3. I admire you guys for being adept in hairstyling (like the braids you once did). My hair always ends up messier than before when I try to do anything with it other than a pony or a simple bun.

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  4. It takes a lot of time and concentration for me to be able to pull off a good hairstyle. Most of the time I just wear a headband. Hahahah! That's one of the reasons why I had my hair curled.

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  5. I'm still growing my hair, I couldn't pull this off even if I wanted to. LOL

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  6. tutoriaaaaaaal! guest post or something! :))

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  7. wow! that looks amazing e! di ko kaya gawin yun ganyan hahaha! :)

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  8. @Hollie: Hahaha!

    @Sugar: Thanks Sugar! Si bestfriend ang gumawa. I don't think I have the patience to do this.

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