Emily Heng

Given a choice, there's not much I'd like to reminiscence about with regard to Singapore's circuit-breaker period. Though I suppose if there's something that warrants a mention, it'd be my hair. Or, to be more specific, the state of my locks: a healthy, glistening waterfall free of frizz, dryness, and tangles. For the first time in my life, I was waking up with Pantene-worthy locks; a blessed time spent executing slow-mo boomerangs made up entirely of exaggerated hair-flips. Short of an actual, real-life miracle, it's safe to say that the enhanced quality of my tresses was attributed to one thing: zero heat-styling.