Anaerobic.

I apologise for my absence yet again from the blogosphere. This tends to happen when you are a terrible human being and prefer to spend your internet time watching people make cakes competitively. Chocolate zucchini cake anyone?

In the meantime, I’m on day 3 of a brand new gym membership. I’ve always been on the pudgy side, but I’m not up for a long explanation justifying my body shape and desire to change it, nor will I go into a long spiel of how every body is beautiful and different and special in it’s own way. Bottom line is I’m a pudgy kid and I want to change that. And to do so, I need to flail around in a very organized fashion aimed to shrink said wobbly bits, but amidst that, here’s a little nugget of innernet funnies I find relevant.

 

 

You can find more of this here. Go on! Click on the caffiene induced madness!

And of course, I couldn't start a gym membership without a cute outfit!!

BABE.

I know I'm totally rocking that whole angsty Changster (who needs grills when you have a retainer, amIright?) look with my copious amounts of swag, from my Primark tracky bottoms, carefully worn out tennis shoes and ironic hoodie. That whole "I-know-I-look-badass-but-I-spend-my-weekends-playing-DOTA-in-the-basement."

That's a joke, I don't play DOTA.

But being the sartorial genius that I am (I kno this outfit is totez adorbz guyzzz), this ensemble is not only totally stylish but also very practical, as the thicker tracky bottoms not only absorb the sweat from my pasty jiggly bits but also protect me from the harsh Aberdonian elements, and the hoody acts as a barrier from the pissy downpour that greeted us this morning. Plus, it's the only other hoody I own. The other one has a dinosaur and balloons on it. You can guess which one is more socially acceptable.

So that's just a quick update from me, I'm off to do more glamorous things now in glamourous Aberdeen (read: shower then make lunch in my dressing gown) so toodaloo!

Diana x x x

Free Stuff Friday II

So here's the second installment of Free Stuff Friday in which I review freebies that I managed to pick up along the way, but I'm very excited to present to you the newest project between my good friend Amelia and I, our brand new beauty blog! So clicky! 

But without further ado, let's go on ahead with more freebies, today's being:

The Face Shop Quick and Clean Sebum Control Toner and Mild Emulsion

Price: It's unavailable through the website, but I'm sure online shops will still stock this product.

Full Size: 140 ml

Sample Size: 8ml

What they say: This refreshing fast-absorbing emulsion with Natural Moisturizing Factor sodium hyaluronate hydrates without stickiness. Purslane Chamomile and Tea Tree oil soothe oily skin from inflammation. 

What I say: These were some of the earliest products I started using from The Face Shop and have decided to revisit them recently for the purposes of this review and I can immediately see why I enjoyed using them so much a couple of years ago. Both have a pleasant sort of green tea scent that's definitely present, but not enough to be a nuisance. The toner feels very refreshing and is absorbed into the skin very quickly, yet remains very gentle. A problem I had a couple of years ago was persistent acne, and as a result, I'd often wind up scratching my face, leaving spots of raw, broken skin, so toners would sting, but this one was on the gentler side. The moisturiser was definitely a plus for me, as it has a very light almost gel-like texture, which is where the emulsion part comes into play.

As I have oily skin, I appreciate a good moisturiser that keeps my skin feeling nice and adequately moisturised without being too oily, and this does the job quite well, I feel that it would be suited quite well to those with normal to oily skin, but those with dryer skin may not find this moisturising enough.

A downside to this product is the packaging. While the toner's packaging makes sense, in that you can put a cotton pad over the top and turn it upside down to get the product, the lack of pump makes this product difficult to access evenly, as shaking the product could potentially distribute more than necessary. I got around this by dipping a cotton bud into the product and only using what the bud picks up, which works fine for the sample packaging, but having had a look at the full size bottle, it's a heavy glass bottle that also lacks a pump, and has a narrow hole in which the product comes out of. Highly impractical if you ask me. Still, the metal screw on cap makes it look all wicked retro and stuff.

This isn't the Mild Emulsion, but the bottle is otherwise identical,

Rating: 8/10, would've been 9, were it not for the impractical packaging.

Will I purchase this in a full size?

Yes, I would. I really like how light the moisturiser is on my skin, and I'd be willing to bear with the silly bottle because of the nice product!

Dentine.

Hell is never-ending dental work.

Over the past week, I have had, in no particular order, teeth scaling, a root canal and the removal of two wisdom teeth, all on various days.

The most recent addition to the dental party are a set of braces fitted into my mouth to push my teeth outward, therefore requiring me to wear a retainer-like device, and the removal of a canine to allow the rest of my teeth to straighten out and close the gap, which could take anywhere from a few month to a few years.

As for the braces, on the bright side, as opposed to having wires on the front of my teeth, I have a small, removable (although it is highly recommended that you don't) plastic device fitted behind my upper jaw in order to push the teeth outwards. While I am thankful that the braces are barely visible, the downside is that I now sound like a slurpier, less articulate version of this guy:

If you haven't seen The Dark Knight Rises yet, do it. 

 

 

 

Needless to say, the brace and the gap in my smile are massive blows to myself esteem, the braces especially so because I've developed a pronounced lisp because of it. At the very least, I've always been able to fall back on my ability to be chatty and conversational in any situation, so whatever hinders that, no matter how temporarily, has definitely set my self-confidence back a lot.

The sizable gap in my teeth doesn't really help either.

Overall, I'm feeling a little sorry for myself.

Or shorry for myshelf, if my current oratory skills are anything to go by.

Big shlurpy kisshesh,

- Diana x x x

Debut.

I don’t make any claims about being a beauty blogger, or even now as a fashion blogger, mostly because I think I lack the deep intellectual insight to talk about clothes beyond how they appeal to my particular aesthetic (read: I ramble a lot about myself and upload a gratuitous picture of my outfits taken with a crappy camera) but though a beauty blogger I am not; I do enjoy indulging in various cosmetic and skincare products but what has truly caught my attention is the fact that a couple of days ago, is the fact that when it comes to freebies, I’m pretty much a hoarder.

A common practice for beauty brands is to hand out free samples of other products when you buy an item and though I’m more likely to see this practice with Asian brands, it’s not out of the question for Western brands either in my experience.

However, a normal person probably uses these samples up ASAP and that’s the end of it. However, dear reader, if you have been following me for even just a bit now, it should be noted that I am far from. But I’m okay with that. What’s not okay though is this situation:

I do have snazzy bedsheets, though.

 Yep. All that. There's probably more that I haven't found or left in Aberdeen, but that’s almost every free sample I’ve received over the course of a few years, all of them in pretty much useable condition and so, in order to ensure I get around to properly using them, I’m introducing a series on my blog I’d like to call Free Stuff Friday, in which I review these products and post about them on Fridays until I’m through with my sizeable collection of crap. I’ll try and post the real retail price of the full size product when I can, but this may prove difficult, as majority of the Asian products were received in Brunei, and as such would be subject to different mark-ups in store, and some websites do not display their prices.  As this is a new project for me, friendly critique is welcome! Unfriendly critique is much less so, so please kindly refrain from throwing eggs at me.

With all that rambling out of the way, let’s start the first in what will hopefully be a continuing series with a double-barreled Free Stuff Friday and review 2 sets of freebies!

The Face Shop Keratin Intensive Shampoo and Conditioner 

Price: Unavailable through the website.

Full Size: 300 ml each

Sample Size: 50 ml each

What they say: Formulated with phytokeratin and Aloe this repairing shampoo replenish lost keratin in damaged hair leaving it stronger and healthier.

What I say: I’ve been using this since Monday now and I’m quite pleased with the result. Having been in Brunei since June, my hair has been a combination of baked by the sun, chlorinated, subjected to hard water and frizzed by humidity, turning it brittle and dry. After using this for the first time, I could feel a physical difference in the texture of my hair in the shower after rinsing off the conditioner. The shampoo doesn’t lather as much as a conventional shampoo would, but it gets the job done well, and when followed by gently working the conditioner through my hair, the end result felt incredibly soft and silky.

Unfortunately, crappy iPhone photos were the only thing I could use to compare. On the left, standard day without this shampoo. On the right, standard day after using said shampoo and conditioner.

While the problem of frizzing was unfortunately still present, this is more likely to do with Brunei’s humidity than the product itself. In terms of packaging, the products come in miniscule 50 ml bottles made of hard durable plastic, which make them ideal for travel, however, squeezing on the hard plastic to extrude some product can be quite cumbersome for delicate lady-type fingers (but not me. I have small but manly little hands.) The scent is a very pleasant, if somewhat generic, floral scent, surprisingly light for a considerably thick texture.

Rating: 8/10

Will I purchase this in a full size?

Maybe. I’m considerably tempted, thanks to silky my hair feels at the moment, so I might pop in and buy a full set before I fly off. Since it’s an “intensive treatment” type of shampoo, I’m thinking a little goes a long way, so it’d be great for days when I feel my hair needs some TLC.

Laneige Water Sleeping Pack Kit. 

What is it?

A kit comprised of:

•     Laniege Multi Cleanser.
•     Laniege Water Bank Essence Moisturiser.
•    Laniege Water Sleeping Pack_Ex.

Laniege Multi Cleanser.

Price: £16.99 on Ebay

Full Size: 180ml

Sample Size: 30ml

What they say: Papain enzymes-based multi cleanser with 4 functions.

What I say: A fairly standard face wash. I got this kit when I bought a full-sized moisturizer and a BB cream and use it only when I go away for a few days and can’t be bothered to pack my full-sized skin care regime along. It’s pleasant enough, and doesn’t dry out my face after washing, and my skin feels soft and supple after using it. It has a scent that I can’t fully place, and a texture that’s not overly creamy but just so that you easily massage it gently over your whole face without creating a huge amount of lather.

Rating: 6/10

Will I purchase this in a full size?

I guess so. I like it enough, and personally, I don’t often get excited about face washes too often, I’m more likely to be impressed by a moisturizer, but I can see myself enjoying this enough to consider a full size once my current face wash runs out.

Laniege Water Bank Essence Moisturiser

Price: £19.09 - £39.62 on Ebay

Full Size: 60 ml

Sample Size: 30 ml

What they say: Long-lasting Moisture Essence for Smooth and Clear Skin Texture.

What I say: Meh. I bought this in full-sized and came to regret it somewhere down the line. It’s by no means a bad moisturizer, however, for me, it is at best non-descript. I had first tried it out on a school trip a couple of years back when a friend and I shared a room and had let me use a bit of hers. I was initially impressed by how light the texture was and got round to buying some of my own a month ago when I came back to Brunei for the summer. It’s alright, but I don’t think it really does it for me, as at times just one pump of this moisturizer isn’t enough for my skin. Keeping in mind that the sales assistant told me that a tiny amount (less than a full pump) goes a long way, my need to use up to two pumps of this product shows that it isn’t sufficient to keep my skin moisturized. (Moisturise is a very strange word to hear and say after saying it repeatedly, no?)

Rating: 4/10

Will I purchase this in a full size?

I already did, but it probably won’t happen again.

Laniege Water Sleeping Pack_Ex.

Price: £14.56 - £30.54 on Ebay

Full Size: 80 ml

Sample Size: 20 ml

What they say: Light gel-type texture provides intensive hydration, vitality, and brightening effect while restoring skin with deep relaxation.

What I say: As far as the Water Sleeping Pack Kit goes, this, in my opinion is the star of the show. It’s such a soft, lovely gel texture that goes on so smoothly that your skin immediately feels smooth and supple, and you wake up the next morning without feeling greasy or dry. Upon massaging it into your skin, it absorbs quite quickly, and I only need just a little (say, enough to coat my pinky finger tip) to cover my whole face. It has a pleasant cooling sensation, which though not vital, is a nice bonus. It’s become quite a regular in my night-time skin routine, usually being the last thing I use before bed. A small gripe that I have is the typical problem with jarred products. Having to dip your fingers into the product (I try and avoid this by using what is stuck to the cap as opposed to dunking my finger in the stuff) does leave it susceptible to bacteria, but as far as the aesthetics of the packaging are concerned, the light blue sample pack does look quite ordinary and almost cheap, being made out of thin plastic, but the full sized product has a nice, elegant finish to it made of weighty plastic.

Image courtesy of the Laniege website.

 In all honesty, packaging isn’t very high on my list of priorities when beauty products are concerned, but it does have an impact for some people.

Rating: 8/10

Will I purchase this in a full size?

Yes. Since such a little goes a long way, I think my current 20 ml pot will last me a while before I need to invest in the full sized tub, but I’d happily buy this again.

And there we have it! My first proper beauty review! I really enjoyed doing this, so hopefully I'll keep it up, so here's hopefully to more to come!

- Diana x x x 

XXII

I can now safely say that I have been on this planet for more than two decades now, starting from when I left the womb a squalling, tiny baby, hungry for life and milk, to this overgrown whale full of fried wontons and cake. It is moments like this when one takes a moment to deeply reflect on one’s life and it’s progress thus far and truly think about the differences one has made in this grubby world that we live in. To think about deep questions like, “Why do my inner narratives sound like they’re voiced by Anthony Bourdain?” 

Yay for role models!

 But whether or not your spirit animal is an irate, yet wholly entertaining celebrity chef and television personality, the entrance into full-fledged adulthood come with many things, some good, like ice-cream cake and some bad, like an existential crisis. To think about all the things that lay ahead of you, but be reminded that you generally fail at life. But even then, that’s okay.

With grown-up responsibilities (I hear you snicker) on the horizon like the need to seriously revise for impending re-sits, moments like this can be fleeting. But as with everything in life, sometimes it’s okay to have a guilt-free moment being an utter waste of space and a burden on society for just one day. After that, keep that guilt a-comin’.

Because nothing says BIRTHDAYYY like being pelted with a bucket of confetti. My brother is a devious man. :D

I look unintentionally sinister here, but rest assured, it is due to lighting and cake.

So here's to turning 22, and here's to hoping I can make through the next 22 years, and then some.

- Diana x x x

Thoughts?

This has been rolling around in my head for a while: should you wear vintage clothing for vintage's sake?

Personally, I've never been one of those people who spends many a Saturday afternoon at their local charity shop rooting around for a 90's Yohji Yamamoto, most of my clothes are usually high street or purchased online and my limited experience in charity/vintage shopping probably doesn't provide me with much ground to make my opinion. I do certainly enjoy certain retro old-school looks (tie front tops? headscarves? 50's shilouettes? Yes please.) and am certainly very pleased by their resurgence on the high street, and Oh yes, have I found the occasional genuine 50's fur coat or a pair of delicate, off white leather shoes that looked like they would've graced a young blushing bride's feet on her special day, but I always stop short of buying them for this simple reason: they didn't look right on me.

That leads me to today's question, really. Let me just get it out there now, that when done well, vintage or charity shopping can be a beautiful thing. Now, having mentioned that I have limited experience in charity or vintage shopping (henceforth, will be known as Charitage shopping) I can't fully explain what the 'right' thing is, but I can however provide an example. Take one of my mates for example; she regularly puts together outfits that collectively cost a pound, a lot of her clothes being given to her by relatives, neighbours, friends and the rest being procured from various chazza shops, (Don't you judge me for trying to fit in by using you youngsters' slang nowadays) such as something I choose to describe as an amazingly lumpy cardigan or wolf t shirts. People like her absolutely boss at Charitage shopping, simply because those are exactly the sort of thing she chooses to wear, irregardless of origin, being in the “it’s vintage and I’m wearing it” camp, as opposed to “I’m wearing it because it’s vintage” camp. Another one of my friends scored a fur coat that fits her like a glove (although on one occasion, it made her look like a small owl, but that’s okay, I like owls) but on the other hand, I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve seen a tatty old scarf, tweed blazer, balding fur stole with the animal’s head and feet still attached (I KNOW. I. KNOW. THAT’S NOT RIGHT MAAAAAN.) that’s clearly seen better days on the back of some aspiring fashionista, which leads me again to the question of the day.

Should you really wear vintage clothes for vintage sake? How many times has a well-meaning (or not, depending on your social group) aspiring fashionista friend in your social circle (if there is one.) whipped out an ill-fitting, dodgy coloured men’s shirt whispering “it’s vintaaaaage…..” as if THAT in itself is a justification for what in all honesty, could just be an ugly shirt.

I don’t doubt that some absolutely beautiful clothes were made decades ago and have been passed down, trickling through various means into the hands of someone with a good eye for their own particular aesthetic. But that said, why should you buy something that you don’t feel comfortable in and doesn’t look right on for the sake of it being supposedly one-of-a-kind? Yes, many MANY people wear the absolute balls out of vintage clothes (yes, this is a compliment) but just as many people will buy Charitage clothes precisely because of what they are.

Yes, you can argue that people can do that with high street shops, impulse buy something, realize you look like the Goodyear blimp when you try it on at home, and hightail it back to the shops, so why the big ramble about Charitage shopping? Especially when I myself really like how retro fashion looks?

Personal opinion really, and I stand by it. I don’t mean to lambast anybody who pops into a Charitage shop and unexpectedly leaves with a random article of clothing because it caught their eye, by all means, do it. Just because I never buy clothes from Charitage shops (books however, are different. YUM. PULP FICTION.) doesn’t mean I disapprove of other people doing it, and as I mentioned earlier, if you have the gift of thrifting, keep at it!

TL;DR? Don’t buy vintage clothes if they don’t look good. If they don’t look good but you love it? Buy it. I ramble some more.

What are your thoughts on Charitage shopping?

- Diana x x x

Redux.

You may vaguely recall me referencing to what I hope becomes a new phenomenon that is Adventure Wednesdays (which I firmly believe are the best kind of Wednesdays ever) and today, I proudly present to you, my scant (but hopefully growing) handful of readers; Adventure Wednesday: Brunei Edition.

Adventure Wednesday: Brunei Edition was a glorious boat-riding, jungle-hiking, monkey-spotting event that birthed excitement, giggles and sweat. So much sweat. Amelia’s friend Sinda, who’s also a very good friend of mine has come to stay with her for a couple of weeks and so I tagged along on today’s expedition, which involved a tour of the Bruneian landmark Kampong Ayer.

A brief background of Kampong Ayer (which literally translates to ‘Village Water’ and thus known as the Water Village) consists of almost 30,000 homes and numerous schools and clinics, as well as a resident fire station, hospital and police station, all suspended on stilts above a vast expanse of water. An integral part of Bruneian culture, it remains largely unchanged, yet still has signs of modern development visible in recent architecture.

Picture Tiemz!

Adventure Time! Grab your friends!

Jungle Boogie. Spooky stuff.

 

I’ve been on boat rides through Kampong Ayer maybe 3 or 4 times now, but I never really consider how much I enjoy it until I’m actually on the boat whizzing through the jungle. Everytime I take a trip down the river, there’s always this absolutely breathtaking greenery followed by a tour through the complex maze of the village, showing just how massive it really is.

After getting off the boat and zipping through town, we had Korean food for lunch (porktastic) followed by some downtime.

It’s worth noting that I am really outta shape (in other words, I am a fatass) but in the spirit of adventure, I also went hiking in quite a popular nature park. Fortunately I made it back in one piece, but the wonderful view made my slow crawl up various hills worth it.

Moar picturez!

The adventure continues!

 

Made it to the end!! #fattiesovercome

 I may have been sweating and broken at the end of the hike (just me, everyone else was fine) but I really enjoyed it and would probably do it again even (maybe). So three cheers for Adventure Wednesdays!

Also, I am now on the hipstercam Instagram bandwagon, so go and follow me on dielipp if you have such a device! Dae eet!

Mucho besos

- Diana x x x

I am a dressy sloth.

By now, it’s been clearly established that I REALLY like being dressed up. But it should also be noted that I am PROFOUNDLY lazy. Like, given a choice between skipping a meal and cooking a meal, I’d rather veg out watching the food network rather than actually feeding myself. Terrible, I know. 

In a way, this laziness is kind of reflected in the way I dress. I see people on campus walking around in joggie bottoms and a grubby hoodie and I’m not okay with that. I don’t care if you’re wearing £90 track pants with a designer hoodie, you still look somewhat unwashed. But despite my crippling laziness, the bare minimum’s always been a clean shirt and jeans, but towards the second half of my first year at uni, I started upping my wardrobe game a little by wearing dresses and jumpers more often, at first glance, a sartorial improvement but upon further inspection, the lazy girl’s key to looking presentable with minimal effort.

I’ve been hankering for a jumpsuit lately, taking this laziness to a whole new level. I’m not okay with adult onesies, because I really don’t want to look like a giant, overgrown, lady-baby, but strangely enough, I’m taking a shine to the idea of a well-cut jumpsuit in a dark colour, eliminating the need to match a top with a pair of trousers. In an ideal world, I would be a size eight  all my clothes would be lined up in pairs so I wouldn’t have to go through multiple outfit changes in the morning, so everything I pick out would be well-coordinated with minimal thought, giving me a tiny bit more time to snooze in the morning.

Enter the jumpsuit.

I think the heat and humidity of Brutown kinda has a role in my sudden inclination towards this sudden sartorial choice, since it's too hot for a sensible person to spend the whole day in jeans (although I am far from sensible) and these roomy bad boys are making me see them as THE only way to go, instead of the glorified pyjamas that they are.

That said though, there's always the risk of me taking things a bit too far.

Uh, no.

Definitely no.

What do you think? Aye or Nay for jumpsuits?

- Diana x x x

Vote for me por favor!

I know I'm hardly in the blogging position to ask favours, but I've just entered (on a whim, really) Chictopia's Magic Mirror challenge in which you upload a picture, describing your style as either sweet Snow White or the drak beauty that is the Evil Queen, and I've decided that this look is a combo of the two with Snow's colour scheme and hardware details ala Ravenna.

 

Shirt - Zara

Belt - New Yorker

Shorts - Primark

Tights - Marks and Spencers

Boots - Jeffrey Campbell Litas

This picture was before 3 vodkas.

So if you got the time or can be bothered, vote for me here!

- Diana x x x

Chatter.

Safe to say I’ve had a very eventful past few weeks, between going out, eating out and most recently, moving in! Yes, that’s right! I’ve moved into my new flat, (pictures to come when I have sorted my life out) but almost as soon as I moved in was it time to started pack to get the hell outta dodge.

Over the past few weeks, it’s been a blur of going out, packing up, seeing people, heavy lifting and unfortunate papercuts, but at the very least I was a bit more organized about leaving this year, rather than jamming everything into a box and throwing away what couldn’t fit, but that said, I’m still not completely unpacked, with about 2 boxes and various vacuum bags left to tackle, and the feeble hope that my sheets aren’t covered in dust by the time I get back. Howwwwllll.

Allisan brought us out to dinner recently, and the food and company were nothing short of wonderful but the event was not without a tinge of bittersweetness, as it was the last dinner we (or at least I) had with Allisan before her graduation this coming July, and I simply can’t imagine what Aberdeen would’ve been like not knowing her or going on holiday without her. I honestly cannot stress enough what a massive impact she’s left on me since meeting her and what a genuinely lovely person she is, and I think I can safely say on behalf of a lot of us that Aberdeen’s going to be a lot more grey without her.

I pillaged this from Facebook, since I'm forgetful and rarely have my camera on me.

<3

I didn't take this picture, I got it from Amelia's (far right) blog, which you can read here.

CUTESIES!

 

Missing you terribly already!

I couldn’t leave Aberdeen without going out one last time, so in honour of my friend Kate’s birthday, we headed to Club Snafu’s Punk Rock Special (their own special way of getting in on the Jubilee celebrations obvs) I promised not to put any pictures up on Facebook, but there’s a couple I enjoy too much not to show the world (or at least the scant handful of readers I may have)

Sweaty family portrait.

blogger buddy Jess, who I hope doesn’t decide to lynch me for putting this up. I STILL LOVE YOU

Aga, who's leaving us for a year in Vienna. WAH.

 

Since then, I spent the majority of my remaining time in the UK at home, just ingratiating myself into the new flat (i.e. making pillow forts in my new double bed) before hightailing it to the airport.

I spent the better part of the past 2 days on the plane alternating wolfing down complementary cheese platters and curled up with my face buried in those tiny airline pillows, but I managed to stay awake enough to watch W.E. To be fair, I didn’t expect to like it, I assumed it was just some sort of toy project for Madonna, but I found myself really enjoying the aesthetics of the film, especially as far as the yummy Cartier jewels were concerned, and the elegant  30’s gowns, sexy in SUCH an understated way. Plus, it’s hard to hate something that features people dancing the Charleston while The Sex Pistols blares over.

“Attractive, my dear, is a polite way of saying a woman's made the most of what she's got.”

 

At the moment, I’m sitting at home in front on the box in jammie bottoms and a t-shirt, but I’ve spent most of yesterday in between time zones. Allow.

What’s everyone else up to?

- Diana x x x