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i used pepsi purple. im naturaly an orange red hair, and it went purpleish. but after 3 or sumthng washes the coulour faded out to a redish pink, YUK!!!!! so after that i tryed the red spritz and funky cherry. BRIGHT FLURO RED HAIR!!!! it was terrible. u could probly see my hair frm space!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyhow that took foreva to fade out, in fact the couor is still in there! i have regrowth of my normal hair couor and you can defintly tell were the dye was! so now im redying it with purple streaks, cuz its the olny coulor that isnt terrible, cuz my normal hair dnt suit me at all. to see the results from my hair couoring, go to my myspace profile, Really Long Link

go to my alubums under HAIR COLOUR ok. also im addibg new pics after the streaks come out okz. hmm so yh, use too much of the couolr pulse to much, and its perminant, but nva the perminant couor u want! xox draven

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Student Day Spa - as good as any other day spa

June 17th 2008 01:36

I had some trepidation about booking a treatment at this Student Day Spa of the Australian Academy of Beauty Therapy, after an experience in a student massage centre. Granted, my masseur was a Greek version of Sven but I didn’t relish paying $35 for an hour of bruising. But the 2-hour Ultimate Facial for only $75 was just too good to pass up and worth at least a try.

The day spa in North Strathfield (they also have one in Bella Vista) resembles any professional day spa I’ve been to – soft-coloured walls, muted lighting, beauty products on display, flowers on tables a long hall of closed doors and women in coats talking in low voices.

The Ultimate Facial treatment is their most intensive facial treatment and includes deep cleansing, exfoliation, blackhead treatment, AHA peel, gentle lymph drainage, lash tint, brow shape and tint, half-hour massage of face, neck, shoulders and upper back, collagen treatment mask, hand and foot massage, and pressure point scalp massage.

My beautician, I’ll call her P for now, led me into a cosy, dimly lit room with relaxing music playing in the background – not just a trickle of water or the whooshing of the wind, mind you (both sounds which make me want to go to the toilet) but melodious chanting that reminded me of the Gladiator soundtrack. Anyway, P appeared quite professional, unobtrusive (totally understood the need for silence) and only spoke when I needed to move, and softly at that. My only gripe was her rather boisterous slathering of a couple of products on my face that I’d get gunk in my eyes or at the corners of my lips, but hell I’ve had worse treatment and paid twice as much for half the time so I wasn’t going to complain much. Besides that, I honestly thought I struck it lucky that day and they gave me one of their trainers instead – until the trainer came in mid-way through and started quizzing P about my skin analysis and her prescribed treatment. P’s answers earned approval which made me wonder what would happen if the beautician had mis-analysed my skin and gave me the wrong treatment.

But the best thing was the massage. I’ve had beauticians who have been more concerned about preserving their Elvira-like manicure than their clients so it was pleasantly surprising to have such a firm massage that soon lulled me to sleep. Pity P had to cut it short due to my pregnancy. What was good was that they remembered that I am pregnant (unlike the previous ones I’d been to when I had to constantly remind them) and so they didn’t use any of the electrical treatments on me.

Although my face was a little oily when I came out (leading hubby to ask why my face was so sweaty), it turned soft and supple the day after and no breakouts were experienced. It’s no wonder these guys get booked out, especially on Saturdays (they’re not open on Sundays) and bookings are essential at least a month before. For the service, the treatment was definitely more than the mere $75 I paid for and I’ll definitely be going back again.

If you’re interested in becoming a beautician yourself and running your own salon, these guys obviously provide the training required with their highly qualified teachers and latest technologies. For more information, check out their website

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Beauty & Health tip for men : Don't call pregnant women fat

June 4th 2008 05:00

I was talking to a co-worker some time ago - a 45 year old male, loves his mother, has 2 dominating sisters. I made a mistake of ruefully remarking how much weight I'd gained at 3 months pregnant. All too heartily and readily, he agreed and proceeded to stretch out his cheeks with his fingers to demonstrate just how puffy my face had become. Now, I don't find this remotely amusing from a 3-year old and to see a 45-year old doing it...well, I immediately felt that hot itch (that is now becoming so familiar to me) at the back of my head and I pounded on the desk, toppling the cup of coffee into his lap and swore my head off for about 5 minutes, before promptly bursting into tears.

Within that same week, another male co-worker - 65, with a loving wife, a daughter my age -approached me in the midst of my third snack for the morning and said with that 'Oh, you are SO going to think I'm hilarious' smirk, "You do realise you're eating for two, not for six?" My reply resulted in my boss sending out warning emails to all employees to stay away.

As I began to think that perhaps some of the men I work with are simply dicks, an old friend of mine from Uni - newly married, 31 years - said matter-of-factly that I'd be very ugly when I start ballooning from 5 months as pregnant women are wont to do. Even a male stranger who had nothing better to do but observe my eating habits at a random party came up and said, "Guess it's time to say goodybe to the waistline, huh?" to which I replied, "I'm pregnant. What's your f*ing excuse, you a*hole?"

Now all this happened within 2 weeks approaching the end of my first trimester, and I was forced to ask, in this age where men are working more alongside women on a daily basis, the plethora of chick flicks, chick shows, chick lits and I thought, a more sensitive apporach and general awareness of what women are like, why are there still dicks in the world who risk their lives by making a joke about a pregnant woman's weight? I mean, you don't joke about the weight of a non-pregnant woman, for goodness' sake!

You see, pregnant women are at the mercy of their hormones as they have at least 8 mood-altering hormones. This means that some of us are drawn to totally insane outbursts - such as when I got into my car with the intent of ramming it into the back of a male co-worker or almost buying an apparatus to accompany my now spectacular road rages.

On top of these blessed hormones, there are other worries and insecurites we go through, especially for first-time mothers such as myself : Will I be a good mother? Will I be able to provide for my child financially? Will I have my figure back? To what extent will my life change?

So, for the sake of our beauty and your health, men, please think twice before you make a joke about a pregnant woman's weight. You do not want to mess with one. Trust me.