The title pretty much says it all. I discovered a newfound love for Takis, binged on the stuff (typical LuLu) and ended up ruining my teeth lol
It took several visits to “fix” the issue, starting from November 2019 up until April 2020 and the issue still hasn’t been resolved. Needless to say, I had to swear off Takis.
I was on a full on Hair Care kick, around June of last year and purchased a ton of hair stuff online from Nordstrom (haulage here) including products from the brand DevaCurl which was “Curly Girl Method Approved”!
Shortly after, as if on cue, there was a scandal and a following lawsuit involving the brand. Apparently, DevaCurl products (allegedly) caused hair loss and hair damage and other hair-related issues.
Thankfully, I hadn’t gotten around to using any of the travel-sized products in the DevaCurl Super Curly Curls On The Go Kit.
Unfortunately though, I did get around to using the DevaCurl Wave Maker Touchable Texture Whip.
I’m not going to resort to scare tactics with ugly pictures or bore you with stats. It’s just that I quit smoking about 5 weeks ago (Monday, March 9 at 9am was my very last cigarette) and didn’t want it to go unnoticed lol
This is a very long and rambly post reflecting on that.
Ever since I could first remember, I’ve always suffered (the struggle lol) from severe heartburn. I’d feel a fire in my chest and try to ignore it… until I couldn’t… and throw up.
That’s basically the gist of this entire post. If you can’t handle it, feel free to stop reading at this point.
I kept putting it off, until I could put it off no longer lol 6 months or so later, I finally went and got my roots “touched up”.
I was actually more diligent about it, back when I was younger. Now that I’m older, it’s not really that high on my list of priorities lol However, enough was enough. As you can see, my hair looked horrible (the brassiness wasn’t doing me any favors either) so I decided to just get on with it.
Serving you some Draco Malfoy realness lawl
After spending forever trying to get into my personal Instagram account (I totally forgot my password, which just goes to show how often I actually use the app lawl) to frantically hunt down something appropriate to wear during Ramadan, I kept on receiving those annoying notifications from Instagram on my phone afterwards. I spent weeks ignoring them, but on July 12, I’d finally had enough and tried to disable the notifications through the app itself, which is when an ad for Belleza and more Salon & Spa popped up. I clicked the ad (which took me to their insta account) and immediately my eyes were drawn to the photo shown below.
Translation: Ammonia-free Dye and Bleach… Extra Strength Protection used with every Hair Coloring Session… so the hair does not get damaged and the color remains… vibrant and rich with a beautiful shine to make the hair appear healthy and fresh
As soon as I spotted that gorgeous ash-blonde color (in the After photo) I was obsessed! Seeing as how I’d just chopped off all my hair (pics, here), I was less hesitant about messing with it. Plus, they straight up advertised “ammonia-free dye” and “extra-strength protection”. It seemed legit. Being the impulsive creature that I am, I quickly called them up and made an appointment (30 mins from time of call) to dye my hair!
In all honesty, aside from Backpacks for school (it had to be either Jansport or Eastpack), I was never really all that much into bags, in general. The only bags that attracted me were Cross-Body Messenger Bags because I loved their casual vibe and found them effortlessly cool! I’m not quite sure when I got them, but somehow as a kid, managed to accumulate a handful of Small Cross-Body Bags; one being a Neon Yellow Canvas with Black Trim (the hardware was all black) possibly from Next and the other was a Black and White Canvas from the brand Kangol. They were both cute and casual but I just was never into carrying a bag around, regardless. Whenever I’d go out, I’d just stuff my pockets with my er, stuff (cash, some tissues, and a lipgloss usually Lancome Juicy Tube) and wear a hair-tie around my wrist (like a bracelet), or just hand all of my stuff to whomever I happened to be going out with at the time, so they’d end up carrying my stuff for me in their handbag, especially if the items were more than the ones that I just listed (wouldn’t all fit in my pockets). That’s how I ended up losing a lot – and I mean a lot – of my stuff, including my beloved MAC Vegas Volt Lipstick (mentioned here). I think I was around 17 when I started sporting a Denim Jeans Bag (almost similar to the one shown except mine was a shade or two lighter and had skinnier and much longer denim rope straps). I’m pretty sure I got it from a street vendor somewhere in Vienna because I distinctly remember bullying my older sister into buying it for me (since I’d spent all my pocket-money earlier that evening at the bookstore next to the hotel we were staying at) while there on a family summer vacation trip. I liked the Denim Jean Bag because it was simple yet unique (I’d never laid eyes on a denim bag prior) and a bit quirky. I’d pair it with a flow-y black top, a denim pencil skirt and denim platform slides (that all happened to match, shade-wise) which off-set my newly blonde hair! I really loved that thing and wore it up until one of the straps came undone.