my hair journey: kerasilk keratin treatment by goldwell review

got myself a coupon at www.deindeal.ch it's a swiss website for coupon deals - instead of 450 CHF i paid 199 CHF for the kerasilk treatment at our local hair salon "model hair" - thanks to jana, she did an amazing job.

get your coupon now: http://bern.deindeal.ch/de#!/collection/31467/product/40147/option/60757

the new kerasilk keratin treatment by goldwell is all you've been hoping for in one single process if you are struggling with dried out, strawy hair. forget about all the other "wonder" shampoos which promise smooth and youthful hair paaaahhhhh you and I, we both know that those are filthy illusions. if your hair is coarse, damaged or totally unmanagable then there is no shampoo on earth that will do the wonder. you either need to flat iron, cut it or go to a salon and give your hair a treatment.

no, you won't look like a model right after waking up BUT you'll safe a lot of time in the morning doing your hair, you won't have to straighten your hair to look acceptable in public and overall your hair will feel like it was rarely damaged. like amnesia naaah i never bleached my hair bruh.

h o w   i t   w o r k s

our hair gets porous, depending on how crazy we flip when we hear the words "hair bleach, red hair don't care" and so on. so what kerasilk does for our hair is simply refilling the gabs in our hair structure - by doing so the surface becomes more even - straighter, shinier and smoother to touch.

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my hair was washed with a special cleansing shampoo by goldwell to remove leftovers of hair spray or whatever. then she applied the treatment mixture (the intense one since my hair was very unmanageable and i wanted it to be as straight as possible), after that she blow dried it so she could flat iron my hair. flat ironing my hair with the mixture on it is the eccential step to make sure the product can work its wonders.

little downside: the process of blow drying your hair with the mixture is a bit painful since the hair becomes very sticky, but after that step the flat ironing is easier.

finally she washed my hair again to rinse off any excess product that was still sitting on my hair - i was nervous because finally the moment of truth came - win or fail - is there any hope for women like me with such damaged hair? and yes it worked!!!!! she blow dried that shit and it was straight with a little movement left, i was so happy.

b e f o r e

remember my red to honey brown journey - yeh not so healthy 

a f t e r

straight as fuck as you can see - above pic is after i washed my hair for the 6th time after the treatment

d o w n s i d e

seriously - although I'm in LOVE with my new hair.... it smells bad. like really bad - did you ever hear your man complaining about the smell of your freshly washed hair? probably not. first of all, the hair after the treatment smells aweful, like a mix of bad fruits and bad chemicals, seriously. i also bought the keratin shampoo and conditioner, bad mistake. it smells just like the treatment products - gross!!!!!! i only used the shampoo once, never again! right now i'm using my usual shampoo and it helps a lot to cover the smell. i love the smell of freshly died hair but this smell is just beyond everything i've experienced with hair products.

but...i'd do it again if they'd improve the smell of their treatment. please goldwell, consider the day by day result of your customers, that includes the smell of our new beautiful hair.

4/5 stars





#26 ladies only - unred-flag your love life

girl, god gave you intuition for a reason - to prevent you from doing things that turn out as a total failure.

we are far from perfect, so yes we get trapped into failure from time to time. but if you fell off your bike in childhood then you learned from it, so the next time you'll wear a helmet and avoid thrilling but dangerous ramps - hopefully, if you aren't a freak and enjoy pain and adrenalin. but this isn't a holla at my hoes blog, this is a blog for women who know what they want in life and get their asses up and achieve that motherfucking status as THE lady in a man's life.

and of course one might say you learn by experience - so you should collect a handful of that - but if you did some "experience collecting" and you just cry after man nr 3 then there is definitely something wrong in the way you learn - cuz regarding the circumstances - you didn't learn anything. i'm talking about the typical "red flag" problems women face since ever, there is always the possibility that you broke up for bad reasons (family or whatever). but you know and i know that most break ups were just a matter of time - worse are those hilarious on-off hoppers. hearing your bff girl complaining on the phone since.. ehm.. ever? and probably you aren't any better but you still keep up the hope for true love to hit you sideways.

i'm just tired of excuses - excuses us women come up with to cover up shitty behavior from our so called partner. desperate women will search for proven-love-evidence to show that he's not all that of a shitty fucktard. well infact as i like to say, if you put sugar on shit that sucker won't turn into a brownie.

laying down the most simple and easiest principles that will surely provent you from grabbing the next wannabe-shit-brownie

#1 if he looks like a womanizer - he is a womanizer

pic by www.erdbeerlounge.de

ok in his case i'd say he is a girlnizer but you get what i point out - when he has the vibe of a so called player, talks like one - although weak vajayjay will get wet like a waterfall - 99% he is a damn player. you see it in the way he walks, poses, amount of selfies he has on facebook or just in general how in love he is with himself and shows off. they show off their balls like historical dinosaurs who want to attract a mate - yo this is 2014 the more he shows off the more he turns me off cause in the end the world evolves around him - only him - oh did i mention... him?! no you don't want an egocentric womanizer where you have to chop off his groupie bitches like machete would do. nah nah headache ahead - big time. and if you think u da gamechanger - sorry hun you ain't a damn gamechanger cuz if so you wouldn't have to read my blog.

#2 sexting on the phone - phone l.o.v.e

i know your vajayjay probably starves for a little wetty wets but don't - never - give in to sexting as long as you two aren't in a commited relationship. the faster you give in the lower he'll handle you on his hitlist - once you're mainly pussy in his eyes you'll hardly move on from there. sad but you don't even need to sleep with him to get stuck in the pussyzone, you already opened your legs via phone. it's like running low on gas in a fucking desert. it's bad enough if you are an emotional whore / physical whore but don't turn into a phone whore. i know it's thrilling and exciting to flirt on the phone but the more you communicate via phone the lesser you'll have chances to bond with him in person. fucktards will mostly use their damn phone to communicate with you, texting you 24/7 in the beginning and then either they hit nd quit it and got bored of your too willing vajayjay or you showed him your lovely emotional whore side. keep texting to the minimum, acceptable are sweet good mornings/goodnights and planing dates with you. so you talk with your crush on the phone 24/7 - uh you must be so close - nah forget that shit. real effort requires real time together, face to face.

#3 wack effort - wack budget dates

 

there's nothing wrong with being low on money but there's def something wrong with being all greedy and being monty-burns-like. if a guy realy wants you then a quickie at MC DO isn't enough! it's not enough to simply want to fulfill the "necessary" amounts of dates and simply fulfill it with cheapos like MC DO - ehm sorry u ain't messing with a cheap hoe hoe over here. it's about the effort you put into our date and no - "it's whatever u like"  - too easy too cheap. oh another cheapo is "wanna come over and watch some dvd "ehm dude, no I ain't gonna suck ur dick just like that." - girls it's about quality time, it's about quality effort he wants to put into getting to know you. how much is he really interested into getting to know you, the real you behind all those shy giggles and makeup. bringing up some effort gets those players some cheap pussy and at times dramatic pussy. girl you ain't one of those cheapos.

#28 inspired post

what is generosity? how do we express it? is generosity something we express even when we are all caught up with our own shit? is generosity something we give to another person we love eventhough we are so focused on our own lives?

it's so easy to escape from the responsibility we have for the people around us, just ignore it, just continue doing your own shit - i'm honestly getting sick and tired of it. maybe i just care less about myself, but what do i care about in the end? if i don't care about the opinion of others, if i stop caring about my own wellbeing, what is left to care about.

i'm just so disgusted by the ease of some people, just a little check up - ok she's into her own shit - let's move on. i just can't stand such behavior, and no i don't need to tell you all the time what to do. if you can't carry your own responsibility then who will carry it? i won't cuz i'm carrying my own each and every fucking day.

it just feels like drowning, too many thoughts, too many regrets, too many things i could have done but i didn't, so many things i can do better - but i refused - out of my own greed. so who am i to ask for a better treatment? what i need is a hand which pulls me up, which holds on tight eventhough it's not pretty - like a corps you pull out of the mud. but who can you ask for that kind of task?

i'm just so tired of walking alone - you can walk alone a thousand miles - but once your feet start to bleed you can't continue like this. just a little help, just an ear you can lend me and i'll pay you back. 
i just can't take it anymore although i know i have to - no one is going to do it beside me. no one is going to convince the demon to turn into an angel, no one is going to believe he'll ever change. you call me foolish cuz i believe that the demon will turn into a human again. so what i'm not afraid, i've faced him so many times - getting uglier and uglier - but still i face him to give him a chance to turn into something better.. although i'm not a mother, i think it's like the love of a mother they have for their children, no matter what happens, they keep up their faith. and so do i, eventhough 11 yrs have past by.

however you've got drown by greed and misery, i was always the one to lend you a helping hand. until you get old, gray and sick - i'll be the only one sitting next to your grave. and i have so much more to worry about, but still i have to mess with your shit cause i refuse to give up. slowly but steadily i realize where i have my persistence  from - you - we all die alone, isn't it what they say? however i was alone for so many years, i was alone when you left and i was alone after in some way - so i should be used to be alone by now right? guess my faith in humanity is still too high, even my "enemy" is more there than others. maybe the devil is testing me, testing me how far my patience will take me or better should i say how far it can take me. we'll see.

i hate you for so many reasons, but still i have faith.

the ones who can't see the pain in my eyes are the ones who won't be there till the very end - cuz a fool can fool you over and over again with their smile

#27 inspired post

fascinating though that i get along with many people but not many people get along with me, it's just in my nature to be accepting and tolerating.

i don't have high expectation towards others and i live for that "let live and let die". people might think i don't care much - and that's true. that's also the reason why many people involve themselves with drama, because they care too much, those nosey people that stick their noses into everything that comes across their path. i hate that - and i refuse to let them into my personal space because i don't care about their shit either. it's not that i don't like them it's just me handling drama of other people around me. if you ask for my advice, i'll gladly give you some. if you ask for a shoulder to cry on, i'll be there.

people might freak out about my quirky nature, whenever my mouth runs faster than my mind - well i don't really let my mouth run faster than my mind - i just speak out what i mean. it rarely happens that i say something i don't mean cuz eventhough i run fast with my words, i know exactly what i'm saying.

i come at a club with my hoodie and converse - who cares - i come at a club with hot pans and heels - who cares. i certainly don't. i write a blog about things i think about, even if i come over as rough - who cares. if you do, well then it's your problem not mine. those people around me, who really know me, know that i'm all lovable for all my weird sides. i wouldn't change that just to get along with people who can't accept the real me - why - because i don't give a fuck.

it's not about being mean or arrogant - it's about loving yourself for who you are cuz those nosey people who always complain about others and throw themselves at you without you asking them for - they don't love themselves enough like you do. just stick to being yourself and let those other bitches cry about things that aren't as important as they think.

people can run their mouths about me - i didn't give a fuck ysterday and i won't give a fuck tomorrow. of course it's not nice, but ehm well.... i just don't give a fuck. the people who are the closest know me and that's all that matters. and you should matter the most to yourself. just look into the mirror and think "fuck that, i'm fab"

#25 ladies only - this isn't toddlers daycare

talk to your bff or even your mother - sooner or later all women will come up with the saying "it's not like i have only 2 kids at home, i have 3 kids if you add my husband". 

so lovely how all of their smelly socks lay on the floor next to their boxers which failed the basket by 2 cm, used lunchboxes thrown next to the sink - adorable, lets watch how they clean themselves - woooooow dope shit. oh and lets not forget about clean laundry, yes clean, can anyone tell me the sense behind putting them into your closet? rocket sience knowledge needed i guess.

in my opinion this isn't a major issue because i'm not like that at all and living together with me requires a man, not a toddler. so when you have yourself a toddler at home and you keep crying over how immature and nasty he is - take a closer look at yourself first. women nowadays aren't better mostly, if your kitchen looks like shit, your laundry basket looks like shit x3 cuz you rarely do laundry and your stuff that lays on the floor just looks like shit -> you just suck and you look damn stupid when you try to teach your man some manners. the reason why he won't give a fuck about your raging madness and why he won't change.

men don't see the relationship world as "ok you suck, i'll do better now to motivate you to become more of a wifey type of lady" hell no - they'll be like "damn this girl's nasty but who cares? i don't, why should i change?! i'm way too lazy"

every man has a more or less lazy side and every new relationship requires a battle from time to time. battle of persistence - and i'm one hell of a persitent woman - it's ok when from time to time i pick up your socks etc it's ok when i let you sit on your lazy sexy ass from time to time. but in general the rules are clear, meaning if i do the main work in the household - what i appreciate as  housewife - if i ask you kindly to do something then i expect you to do so. you'll get the more unpleasent work as bringing out the trash, bringing the empty cans and glasses or cleaning the bathroom. i'm good enough to keep everything in check on my own but when i ask for assistance then a "no" is a nono!

we shouldn't try to make housewifes out of men but it's enough when you make a man out of a toddler.

#26 inspired post

one look

like that look in your eyes 

mesmerizing me each time

it's like gravity when you're around

no pretty white lies 

when I say you are all mine 

go and count the stars

ain't no limit that could measure up to how much i adore you

because you adorn my heart with all these stars

each time you mesmerize me

each time gravity hits me

it's not like i'm from venus and you're from mars

we'll be counting stars

let's go on that high trip

i am bound to you

like the stars are bound to the sky

where they enlighten it each night

never running tired

like i'm never running out of love for you

there will be never something too small to explain my bound to you 

give me flowers and i'll have a bouquet

take me out for dinner at night

it will be like a majestic dinner oh so bright

give me silver and i'll turn it into a queens treasure

because whatever you do

it's just about me and you

a queen will turn everything into something even more wonderful

because she brings life with her love
no matter how worthy the treasure is in reality
the worth you give to it with your love will make her richer than any queen could be