Revlon Just Bitten Lip Stains: Review

I love wearing lipsticks. But I have always hated how easily it smears all over my clothes and face. I used lip stains before but I lost my Care Line one before I moved here in London so I needed to bear with my lipsticks from Avon and In2it.

Then, I saw this lip stain on a Magazine while I was waiting in the Surgery for my appointment with my GP and I really tempted to buy one. I went to SuperDrug in Oxford Street and they have this promo of 3 for 2 wherein one is for 7.99 so I got 3 for only 14.98.

I thought it was weird because it comes in "marker" applicator but it seem to go on smoothly and without too much effort. I tried it in the Forbidden (red), Passion (pink) and Flame (cherry orange) and it is incredible! I supposed to have Crave than the latter but they don't have stock anymore. Anyway, it isn't thick or sticky like lipstick. And the balm keeps my lips from getting dry and gives it a glossy finish. One more thing that I love in this product is that it is flavorless.

It lasted me all day which is even better because I'm busy wandering around when going out. And it is kiss safe. The sad thing is that I don't have anyone to kiss. LOL

With Love,
Ariane

The Time Traveler’s Wife

I just finished on my volunteer work in a charity shop. It was a busy day. There were a lot of people coming in and out of the shop to donate old clothes and accessories, buy some stuffs, and just looking around.

I was about to pass the door when I saw the bookshelves on my left. New stocks. I took a look. What caught my eyes was a novel, Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger written in. It is the same book I once saw my classmate Ana reading about two years ago.

It is a story of a couple who met when Henry was 36 and Clare was six when the latter is just eight years younger than the former. How? Because Henry suffers from a Chrono-Displacement Disorder. His genetic clock resets itself at times of emotional strain and he is wrenched from his present to the past. It is not purely a romantic novel revolving around love itself - but also describes real life - family, friendship and job.

I haven't finished reading it yet but it has visceral thrill that only a few novels provide. I'll get back on this book review as soon as I am done reading.

“As I wrap my hair in a towel I see myself blurred in the mirror by steam and time seems to fold over onto itself and I see myself as a layering of all my previous days and years and all the time that is coming and suddenly I feel as though I’ve become invisible. But then the feeling is gone as fast as it came and I stand still for a minute and then I pull on my bathrobe and open the door and go on.” - Clare Abshire

With Love,
Ariane

Does heaven have a phone number?

Hello Operator, does Heaven have a phone number? Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today, My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away, Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book. Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look. I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry. I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why. Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me. Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea? She's been gone a long, long time she needs to come home now! I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how. Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"? I can't read these big big words, I am only seven. I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry, Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye? If I call my church maybe they will know Mommy said when we need help that's where we should go. I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall. Thank you operator, I'll give them a call. -Anonymous

I am reading random stuffs on Google when I saw this one. It made me cry. So much.

With Love,
Ariane

Wrong choice?

I'm on my way home from the Commencement, wondering what I got my self into.

Before I finished my Bachelor of Science in Nursing degree, I had seen where to go next. Take a specialty, Psychiatric Nursing a.k.a. Mental Health Nursing. But one day when I woke up, I'm already enrolled in Dental Nursing. I might have mistaken the "M" as "D". I feel a tiny pang of regret now.

I took the course because I needed proofs of UK activities when I applied for my permanent residency. I thought it was better because the training would be paid. Learning while earning, as they say. Besides, it's just a year diploma course. After that, if I pass the Board Exam, then I'll be a GDC (General Dental Council) Registered Dental Nurse. All in the matter of sixteen months. Great, isn't it?

However, tonight, I realized I made a mistake. That sixteen months is long to waste on something I never wanted to do. But if I withdraw from this course then what I'll do next? Take Psychiatric Nursing? It's now the second week of October and most universities and colleges had already started their class since last month. I don't want to waste my mum's hard earned money. Most of all, I don't want to be a quitter.

I'm here already and there's no turning back. I just wish for now that I would soon learn how to love what I'm doing.

With Love,
Ariane

Licensed to care

I had never thought of becoming a nurse. I always dreamt of having a major in Math or anything that would have me surrounded by numbers, statistics, structures, equations and the like. That is where I am (or was?) happy.

My National Career Assessment Examination result agreed with it when I had my Mathematical Ability scored out 98%. Well, my scores in other abilities are nearly the same anyway. I Yet, I ended up in nursing like most, for my family's joy.

The first year went good simply because the subjects are my favorite, Algebra, Chemistry, Physics (I actually did love Math and Science during my high school). Plus the Algebra professor was good (-looking. Haha)

But as semesters gone by, I wished the course would just be over. So I would get through my university’s day to day pain and hardships. And so I can start earning my own money, so Mum can stop working. But since it was not, I just did comply.

Then there comes the community exposure, the duties in different areas and health care establishments. I realized the path I’ve chosen taken, is not really easy after all. It is not a game to play. There are no rooms for mistake.

None of us like change, and adjustment is uncomfortable, but eventually we get there. As I did. Along the road of my college life, something clicked. I started to love nursing. It took on new meaning for me. I cherished my interactions with patients and families in crisis. I saw where each task fitted into the overall picture of caring.

And as graduation came closer, I wished I can stay longer. It was funny. I wanted it so badly but when it came fight before my hands, I craved for more days as a student nurse.

Nursing is a heart and soul experience. And passing the board exam and be registered is a huge honor for me, simply because I've gotten the chance to accomplish something I never thought I would. It's not always easy to do things your own way, but the payoff in the end sure is a lot more gratifying.

I can’t help myself thinking, what if I didn’t take up nursing? What should I be doing now? Would I be different from what I am now? Would I be happy? Maybe, I might be "normal"? And that's a scary thought.

It was a long difficult quest to get to where I am. And now, I have much more to look forward to.

With Love,
Ariane

Bringing a dead blog to life

I am here in my room browsing this Blogger account I made a week ago. All is quiet and still. I can hear blood rushing in my head, ticking of the clock, and cars whooshing by the road.

It is funny how memory erodes. I am suddenly consumed by nostalgia for the college girl who was me, who loved the stationery sets and believed in love-with-happy-endings, who spent the nights out with friends, who could make people laugh with verbalizing weird stuffs in her mind, who cannot let a week passed without blogging.

Weblog has been my outlet for self-expression. I started way back in 2007.

It is not the minutiae of my everyday life. Rather, a portal that opens up my thoughts and feelings to my trusty friends - my multiply contacts. It gives me voice to things I am not prepared to say to someone's face. But it is now a dead blog. I haven’t updated it for about two years for I became busy when I had my trainings in nursing.

It is private wherein only my contacts can read my entries. So I thought of this - making a Blogger account - a hundred times. I am not sure the world would probably want to hear what I’ve got to say. But I really do love expressing myself through writing.

With Love,
Ariane

P.S.
I  am surprised I was able to post my favorite blogs my sixteen-year-old-self has made with their real dates.