Powder to the people!

A few weeks ago I found the Smashbox primer water at Kicks. I really wanted to try it since I still haven't found any product good enough with the setting and mattifyng effect.
I didn't buy it because the staff was once again so incredibly rude to me. So I decided never to buy anything there ever again.

The problem is that I can't find anyone else in Sweden selling this thing. And I'm not going to pay for sending it from overseas. (couldn't find it at beautybay, where I usually buy my makeup)


So I decided to try out some other powder products, because why not...
And lets just say, sometimes you get what you pay for.


First one: Laura Geller Matte Maker Invisible Oil Blotting Powder.  It sucks, don't buy. Makes my face look hairy (!) and I get all white. And the matte feeling doesn't last very long either.

Laura Geller Matte Maker Invisible Oil Blotting Powder

Second one: Artdeco Fixing Powder. Well, it's ok. Really messy and makes my face all white.

So I'm still looking for a good product... But nothing too expensive, since I have to save a lot of money now. For what I'll tell you in my next update.

Artdeco Fixing Powder

Lilac day!

I'm really loving the pastel colours along with the 90's style! I'd totes wear these matte pale pastel colour as cropped tops with shorts and platform shoes.

But let's be real , I don't have money, the body or weather for that. So I have to settle with nails.
I got the lilac nail polish as a gift for my birthday, but haven't used it until now. But I love it! Who knew Gina Tricot could make nice polishes? Well, I didn't anyway.

I'm having a lilac day in general. Found a matching lipstick, t-shirt and the fragrance mist from Victorias Secret, which I, by the way, also got for my birthday along with the nail polish and three other scents.


In a while crocodile!

Here we go again

I haven't done any updates in a long time I know. I've just felt like there's no point. Nothing matters anyway. I've had a few texts planned in my head, but they just ended up pointless and thrown away.

But maybe if I write more, even the really stupid or boring stuff, I might eventually get something worth reading out there. Or maybe not but who really cares anyway.

I'll try to complain a little less. I said TRY OK???

Besides, I need to practice English more.

So, what can I write about? Not my life, because I don't have one. There are some things I want to do or see or to happen. But they seem so impossible (and they probably are too) so I just end up doing nothing. Therefore I have no "life" to write about. ha.

Meh! Enough with this, I'll write something about nails or some shit next time.

Oh yeah, I got my first tattoos! I'll show you the second one another time.

A true Swede knows that letter. To others, it's M for Martina ;)

Smell ya later.

Weirdest dream ever.

I've had some really weird dreams lately. One I remeber more than the others is a bit weird...
So I live with my parents now, and we were to look after my brother's snake (he doesn't have one in real life...)
We were all scared of it, and we could here it hissing. After a while it sounded like it was hurt in some way, but we were still terrified of it. So we locked it in our big bathroom, laying in the bath tub. Still hissing.
Suddenly it sounded like the snake threw up, and I felt so sorry for it, I had to open the door and check. It had indeed thrown up...
My dad went in, and picked up the snake to see if he could find what was wrong with it. When he did it bit him in the face several times. But it was like he didn't react, or reacted very slowly. So it kept biting.
Then all of a sudden, we were on a beach. But it totally made sense in the dream.
And by now the snake was something scary escaping, and we let it escape. It even looked different, was sort of made out of skulls and balls in the same size but different colours... I even counted and I remember seeing 4 balls and 5 or 6 skulls.
And then I threw up something green with the texture of ricotta cheese.

Then I woke up.

Weird huh???

5/11

I've been back in Sweden since a couple of weeks now and I've developed a kind of addiction to Ebay and doing my nails. Quite fun actually! I also started helping my mum out with the sales of products by Zelected by Houze. It's not very well-known, but they have great stuff!

Still looking for my creative channel, no luck so far.

I thought this blog needed some more photos, here you go!

I was always good at finding these!

Ebay find, nail caviar

Mallorca

Mallorca

Itteh bitteh kitteh 

19/9

I've been thinking, what can make me feel more (if not happyness) harmony. I wanna be more hippie-like. Get enegergy, harmony and life from nature. Well, a little bit atleast?

I wanna start painting and do some other creative stuff. I need some channel to express myself. Not that a have any useful talent, but anyway.

I miss the times when I breathed in through my nose, overlooking something really nice, for example the mountains in Blue Montains, and I could feel complete harmony. And I thought; yeah this is what it is all about. THAT'S what I want. No worries in the world. I want it back. 

Something to help me along the way perhaps

4/8

4/8

Today I was walking home from the beach, alone like I normally do. My mind went on and on, like it does every now and then. Sometimes the inside of my head is another universe, and I tend to get lost in there. It’s like I don’t see or hear what’s going on in the real world. Today was one of those days.

And I thought, I better write this down, this is some good stuff. I haven’t written anything in my blog since I got here. Mallorca that is.

But, not surprising, the thoughts disappeared as I woke up to reality, when I had to realise I’m here in the real world, and where did I put my keys again...

So here I am, with the urge to write something, for the sake of writing... But I do have the sensations left, that sometimes stay after one of these thought-marathons...

The sense of being lost, and in a hurry to find my way.

Mallorca. Yup that’s where I am. Mallorca, where loads of people spend ridiculous (if you ask me) amounts of money to stay for a week or two. Here I am, and it’s a beautiful place be. A beautiful place to be miserable. But I am. I usually get along well with people, but this is what’s making me out of place. I can’t be myself here, with anyone. I can’t just relax and feel safe, I can’t just... be. You know, just be without doing or saying anything. So that’s when I go to the beach. If I don’t have to work obviously. I’ve found my own spot where there’s not a lot of people. I can go swimming without losing my things of sight. And I read a lot. I love reading!

I count the days. Its 11 days left until my parents come visit me! I’ve asked for an extra day off that week. Hopefully I’ll get it... its 77 days left until I can go home (I’m kinda guessing on the dates but this is what I’m going for).

Home. That’s another chill going up my spine. I remember the terror, true terror, i felt when I used to think about going home. A year ago. How I cried for days and days. But now, it’s a better choice than this. But I won’t settle.

I’m starting to feel a bit panicky. What am I going to do?! Where do I want to be? What do I want to make out of my life? I’m getting too old for this, for not knowing, for not having control or power of my own life and choices. If I want to make something out of this short time on earth, I better start now. Anything that will take me anywhere will take a long time. Have to decide, have to start getting somewhere. Don’t get stuck.

But what if I make the wrong choice? What if I sign up for something, and regret the decision?

Can I please soon come to think about anything that’s not pathetic please? This blog is the longest list of complaints I have seen. And confusion.

Fuck.