Monday, 19 May 2014

HAUL: Mecca Maxima Opening (Robina)

There's something about a new store opening, whether that be one with clothes, makeup or kitchen wear. The fact is, our brain is excited by 'new', and let me tell you, the Mecca Maxima at Robina is definitely that!

Above: Myself getting all my goodies tried out by my pal Ash. Photo courtesy of Carla Tooma, MyGC. 

In contrast to it's cousin Mecca Cosmetica, the bigger and better store is colourful, loud and vibrant - something assimilar to its European counterparts. The baby pink, black and metallic look acts in the form of hypnosis and boy oh boy does it drag you in... literally, I went three times in two days, each time coming out with something new! So, without the usual ramble of my over-thought writings, here is what my little Mecca Maxima basket ended up being filled with (well, some of it), and later covered in the beautiful pink tissue paper that is á la Kim K's makeup bag.... Just kidding.


Hourglass Veil Mineral Primer SPF 15 (Travel Size) $25.00
After only ever using the Mac Prep and Prime whilst constantly hearing Napolean Perdis' "not to prime is a crime" mantra, I thought I better give something new a go - something that evens out my skin while not concentrating shine in my T-Zone especially! Ash, my friend pictured above, put some of this on the top of her hand then sprayed it with some good ol' H2o and I was sold! The water swept straight off and not to mention that moisture I felt on my skin. After about a weeks use, I'm in love. My makeup stays a lot better, my face is smoothed out prior to application and I feel when using my beauty blender for my foundation my skin has definitely appeared flawless lately. WIN!

Nars Sheer Glow foundation $68.00

I went into Mecca Maxima looking for something a little less matte than my usual go-to Mac Studio Fix foundation. Something a little more everyday, that is also build-able  Coming into Winter, I thought "why not?" I was getting a little more pale (just a little, don't get too excited) and would rather my neck and face match as fake tans are a no-go for my orange undertone. So far, so good with this one! I really feel I've hit a home run with this little-more natural coverage. Pairing with a free sample of the Nars copacabana Illuminator, I'm sold on that one too. My skin looks fresher, and at the end of the day, its texture doesn't clump or sit around my t-zone like I find my mac will at the latter half of the day. So, for an everyday foundation, I think I am in looooove - thanks Ash!

Sexy Mother Pucker XL Extreme-Plump $24.95

 On days that I don't feel like doing much to my eyes, especially working around technology all the time which forces me to look like I've watched the notebook during that time of the month, balling my eyes out, I love a good lip. I'm a sucker for lipstick normally, and lately have found my matte collection definitely outshines my glossed collection. Looking for something to change up that look, I went in looking for a basic clear gloss and came out with something wicked...especially to unsuspecting victims. This plumper has the typical tingle... for the first five minutes. Ten minutes in and my lips feel like they did the first time I tasted nutella - shocked, yet in love. Of course I don't prance around with Angelina lips after this, but I can see the change in my lips minus an injection between my cupids bow. Super stoked... that's for sure. 

Nars Highlighting Blush in Albatross $45.00
Being a bit of a novice in the art of contouring, and sometimes guilty of being a poor excuse for a female, I thought I better jump on the Kim K bandwagon and enter the realms of defined cheekbones and flash-friendly makeup/masking of my typically two-dimensional frame. 

Albatross has quite a high-shine to it... and mixed with a shiny bronzer I love it - especially for a night on the town where the cameras are going to be constantly out! Also, with dark under-eye circles, I'm in love, this product gives me an awakened glow... especially paired with my gin sing eye cream (mentioned below)! 


YSL Rouge Pur Couture #52 Rosy Coral $55.00
As I said earlier, I'm a sucker for lips... And again, I felt the need to purchase my first upmarket lipstick that isn't incased in the typical mac black and silver. I love every inch of this YSL. The packaging, beautiful. The little Yves Saint Laurent logo imprinted on the lipstick itself... and the colour and texture is to die for. The price here, I can justify. A good lipstick is a good investment, so I'm just going to go and admire it for a while, seeya... kidding!

Skin Care

Okay! So, here is a little bit of a low down of my skin care needs. Living with K we both have individual qualms with our skin. For me, I just have those one-off annoying thing's pop up, but hate the bags under my eyes with a passion! Kurt on the other hand, suffers from cystic acne in some places, and has a little bit of scaring. What I wanted to try was some things that could be somewhat universal in our bathroom... and I think I've found some things, minus the Mario Badescu drying and buffering lotions which is just for Kurtis' cystic troubles ($26.95, each). One things for certain, girls don't feel obliged to send your man to a nearby EBgames or Universal Store, there are things in Mecca Maxima for men... and I guarantee you they'll see the difference, and love you for it.

Origins Ginzing Refreshing Eye Cream $45.00
The eyes are the window to the soul, and unfortunately, my eyes are sometimes covered by some annoying clouds in the forms of dark circles and fine lines. With a pearlescent shade, I look awake with this product on, and that's a big thing for me (especially when majority of the time I'm asleep in a day dream, just with my eyes open). With the gin zing on I look refreshed, and I'm super duper happy with this product. 

With makeup over the top, I hardly need to use concealer, and I'm happy with that outcome. I definitely would not hesitate in recommending this puff-fighting, coffee-filled, pretty smelling cream. 

Mario Badescu Special Cucumber Lotion $23.95
Boasting a clientele from "Martha Stewart to P-Diddy" I thought I'd give this stuff a go, and I'm glad I did... or more-so for Ash suggesting it! Kurt always says he looks for something that "you can feel working" but I think he's come to learn that sometimes, the heavy chemical stuff he's been given by the doctor is the reason why he "feels" it working... With 4% alcohol the cucumber soothes the often stinging feeling associated with some toners that lack such pain-restricters. For both Kurt and I, the ability for this toner to remove heavy pore residue is a big tick in our books, as with the disinfecting qualities that can often help Kurt especially who struggles with messy eruptions on his delicate cheek area. The price is affordable, and using it in conjunction with some face pads for application makes this investment one that should last me at least until next quarter!

Mario Badescu Silver Powder $17.95

Now, there's nothing worse than sitting under the heavy lights of your bathroom vanity, looking at your nose and seeing some dark little heads come out to play. Okay, for me, sometimes you can hardly see them - but I suppose blackheads are like chicken nuggets when you're on a diet... driving by McDonalds you always know they're there... and so when I drive by my nose, I know they're there, even if covered! So, with that I got this pore-cleaning, tightening powder that works as a mask-like coverage when a wet cotton bud (soaked in the above toner) is immersed in the dish and placed on some imperfections... LOVE! Although, at times, it is a little messy in the application process, I'm so very happy with the results when you wipe it off with the toner! 

Kate Somerville Detox Daily Cleanser $36.00
After coming home from work or uni I NEED to feel like the problems of the day have been washed with the sink, and this product does exactly that! With a lemony fragrance, my shower is transformed to the rims of a herbal tea... and I love it! Kurt's feelings are the same, we feel refreshed and absolutely ready to go to sleep, or conversely wake up, after us. 

My skin feels soft yet rejuvenated and to be honest this has been my favourite purchase of the entire haul! The bubbles and the scent combined feel super uplifting, and after washing with hot water, my skin feels anything but dry! PERFECTO! Thanks again Ash!

Overall, the Mecca Maxima opening was a big success, for me and the people who I'm sure of went crazy spending at least $80.00 for the free gifts! I'll be back again and again... and not just to say hello to my pal Ash but to stock up and up and up... bring on that level three beauty box I say!


Tuesday, 29 April 2014

You know, we have all been through some horrible things in - be it, our short or long - lives. Many of us fail to disclose the hardships, and that is a choice that is often based on the positivity associated with focusing on the good. For a lot of you, I am that person. Yet, for those of which I choose to get closer with, you know that whole persona has its barriers and internal qualms.

After years of trying to overcome the events of my past, I'd be lying if I said I am now this openly happy person. Yes, of course I try to be. And, in many instances the bubbles of my personality shine when my mind - in the odd occasion - isn't preoccupied by the deep dark secrets of the late 90s, early 2000s. But then again, I don't want you all to read this and conclude that Beery is in fact a negative omen.

In all honesty, I think we are all guilty of just moving on. Putting things behind us, without truly addressing them. If I look back, I was given many opportunities to address my issues - but never took them. And, with that, I ended up here: stressed and anxious, worried about others, and trying so hard to fit in that it ends up hurting me.

And, yet, if fitting in is all that I desire, why did I just decide to un-fit and turn around, denying myself of an opportunity of a lifetime all because of my conscience and its underlying blanket of doubt. Moreover, this un-fitting (if that's how you want to define it) will probably result in a crossroads... a divide where I leave who I thought I was behind.

You see, I'm ready to leave the confides of my past and venture into the person I want to be. Although I may have turned down this opportunity, I suppose when it is right, I won't have this internal battle of Go vs Stay.

Anyway, this video sums it all up pretty well...

Have a good 'hump day',

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Social Media

Oh... and by the way! Today was the best day for my M.A.C rebel lippy - just thought I would share the delectable creamy goodness that is my new fave shade. Oh, by the way, keep up with my twitter account : or my instagram jessbeer__

Monday, 7 April 2014

Procrastination and the thoughts that follow...

As I sit in the glorious sunshine of the Gold Coast, on a day where I am supposed to be listening to a lecture but in stead, sit here listening to the lyrical genius that is Frank Ocean, I pose numerous philosophical queries: what universal power brought us to where we are? What universal power decided to create the liquid breakfast that is Up and Go's? And, most importantly, what godly creature invented the loveable, hazelnut-ty goodness that is Nutella?

Ironically though, this post fails to acknowledge those thoughts in a manner that spans further than simply re-enforcing the weirdness that is my brain. In stead, and more importantly, I question the human race... and the mindset that grants everyone their 'worthy' opinions in times that often initiates the questionable - yet dangerous borders - of morality. You see, as one studying both law and journalism, I find myself using different sides of my brain. Firstly, the one that looks at logic as a means to raise an argument. And, secondly, the one that more so regards the fallacious - yet often, overpowering - premises of emotion.

And, in a time where recent events like the accident that was Alex McKinnon's tackle, and now the death of Peaches Geldof give journalists and social-media 'gurus' alike, an apparent free ticket to speculate... I pose yet another thought that has circled around my head for what seems like months. What grants a person the ability to form any unsupported and often uneducated ticket - yes, not only the unfettered right of free-speach - to form opinions that could, in turn, prove damaging to ones own personal development, and self-worth?

If we rewind the clock and raise the two examples mentioned in the paragraph before, we see McKinnon who - a victim of a tragic ACCIDENT - has recently been in the media following the repercussions of that tackle. Borderline questionable, yes, but the element of intent hardly there to land someone in the scenario they are in today. The poor boy, somewhat like many I love and cherish in my life, has lost something more than a career - he's lost what seems like a way of life - football. You see, to many of our boys - and I say our because I know a lot of you reading this are in the same boat as me with a partner trying to fulfil the wish that blossoms in many young Australian boys- they lace up their boots and play a game with heart and soul. Some of you may not understand this; and this I saw a lot of in the media reports following. "Thugs," "Hurt-hungry," were a few labels that stemmed from Alex's injury. The game, tarnished. People failed to understand that sometimes things go wrong - be it in rugby league, touch footy, netball or soccer. Heck, I've even seen a friend hurt to a similar extent from a PE, non-contact game of golf. Things happen, and they can happen be it if you're in your BSC's with a pair of boots on the green or if you're driving to the fields. The game copped a lashing by these people that failed to understand the universe, and in stead had their lens darkened by something they proved oblivious too. Fast forwarding a little, and the announcement of his diagnosis was again something where people should have treaded lightly - but they didn't. It came, and in many ways insensitively. The effect this can have on ones mental state is ravishing, especially in a time of such crippling confidence. But then, what about those who were also affected: the three Melbourne defenders, McLean especially.

The emotional repercussions are often unthought of. And yes, although sometimes the thoughts of officials, or those involved in the game at similar levels, are warranted, those who fail to even watch a round a year, or those who seem to be 'do-gooders' who look down on any parent who doesn't wrap their child in cotton wool are the one's this is aimed at. Hurting people at the expense of your opinion,  and might I ad, this in particular is for those that don't hold back in expressing theirs, is uncalled for. Especially when wording is the questionable component. Remember the old saying "think before your speak?" Modernise that, to "Think before you type/tweet/post."

And yes, at this point in time the circumstances of Peaches Geldof's death prove similar. Although this time around, the media is in many aspects not jumping to conclusions, the rumour mill is ripe. From Facebook and Twitter updates, to comments on the instagrams of artists, again celebrities are people too. How does tarnishing the name and reputation of one now on the other side make you in any way shape or form a better person? She has two young children, and a family very fragile from the events of the past... Have you thought of this? Although this may - in part - seem an attack on the barriers of free speech, be it a reminder of the repercussions of that "publish" or "post" button. Emotions are ripe in the modern times of today, and approaching things with a delicate hand can sometimes better your inner self more-so than the public post that may grant you likes for sympathy, or likes for outright stupidity. A rushed finish, yes. Though a quick an easy thing to throw a spanner in the works and call for a re-think. Something I understand can be nestled so deeply when we are working at the speed required in a time like today.

Take a step back, count your blessings, but also think. Sometimes, as we saw earlier, beautiful things can happen in the walls of your mind (nutella and up and go's are no exception). And, although our individual emotions might sometimes flare, there's beauty behind utilitarianism... we are a team, us of this world, and working to benefit the greatest number in many aspects, is something far more admirable.


Monday, 24 March 2014

About Me


So, I suppose it seems a given that my first post will include a little bit about myself (in a deep kind of way), even though I'm almost certain this may seem an extensive insight into my life - especially when one considers I was, and still am, the girl that goes OVER word counts (excessively).

And with that, here goes nothing. name is Jess, and at present I spend my life between work and uni, trying to reach that point in your life - which I suppose will inevitably come - where you have that piece of paper (in my case, a law/journalism degree), a resumè (which for the modern students includes a tonne of internships, bar work, and some quirky job title), and hopefully a future job career perspective that matches every dream in life ever imagined. Yet, to the many of you that may class me as a little naïve; to that I say a big "tsk" and remind you of the over quoted, ever-tumblr'd quote: "anything is possible."

You see, to me, life has always been about looking ahead... not back... although it's unlikely for any rationally thinking human to not move forward without first seeing, or working on, what got them where they are in the first place. Since leaving school, my ambition has been one thing: sports law. Being a skirt-wearing, blonde, surrounded by player contracts, the odd newsworthy scandal and judiciary trials gains no more than my absolute attention... yet to a lot of people, this warrants the same response: what type of girl ARE you? The answer to your question (which, might I add borderlines sexism- even though I hate those feminist rants) is I'm an opinionated, FOXsports loving addict who still loves to wear my mac Rebel and Pink Pearl Pop lippy's on the regular, and who enjoys MK watches, also. Now, this weird - dare I call it - obsession has probably been fostered by the love, and involvement in my boyfriends passion of rugby league, but I would - at least, in some aspect - like to credit such to my own participation on the touch field, and being around the whole sporty community that sprouts in the southern gold coast.

Now, I am - of course - completely aware that life, itself, has stepping stones. Little aspects that you must either hurdle over, enjoy, or run from. Through my early life, the biggest one was learning to take a step back and let my Mum be a Mum (you see, growing up in a single parent household almost instilled an over-bearing, lead-hungry characteristic in me - and bare in mind that was at only around 3-7 years of age). Wasn't I a tough nut to crack! Then, as I grew into my tweens, it was the whole high school transition, and meeting new friends from a totally different demographic than  I was used to phase (believe it or not, each 'end' of the Gold Coast encompasses very altered representations of what it is to be a 'person'). During high school, and the latter parts that is, the biggest stepping stone was learning that it is okay not to be there first person someone thinks about, but to instead be the last. This is of course, almost cryptic I suppose, but to put it simply, I had to learn to make an impression in a different way than having the name I thought I had created for myself. I had to instead step out of the shadows and not into the limelight... I had to work for what I achieved, without any endorsements... yet that didn't - and still hasn't - been mastered to its entirety.

Come university (my first year, that is), the biggest stone I had to leap was learning to fail. I failed my first subject by 1% and in 20 minutes made the decision to forgo a scholarship, pack-up the private university life, and re-enter the world where driving a barina is acceptable, and so is wearing sports girl and ASOS in stead of donning my Louis Vuitton. Bare in mind though, the stereotypes aren't all real. I loved everyone I met at my past uni, they were fabulous... I was just the outcast - and in my head, that was unbearable. The thing I guess that was so hard, was returning to somewhere where it was clear I hadn't matched up to my high expectations on myself. I cried for days, left work early on numerous occasions because the emotional wreck was so hard, and most importantly, I eventually realised no one would really care, but myself. That part too, I am still trying to keep solidified in my over-judgmental mind.

Now, I am somewhere where I feel I am sort of happy. You know, the kind of happy where you smile at things, love where you are professionally in life, but still see other things that you wish you could 'tweak' - and yes, I said tweak, not twerk - at the flick of a button. For me, it's the whole social aspect of my life. Academically, I'm fine. I'm comfortable in the classroom to step up and say "no, your opinion is entirely wrong." The thing I'm not comfortable with however is stepping up in the "real world" and saying I WAS WRONG or I'M SORRY... or the biggest one for me: HEY, LETS HANG OUT (without our boyfriends, and the comfort of a bottle of sav blanc). You know, being at my past uni, I found comfort wrapped in the arms of my delectable boy of 3.5 years, and used him somewhat like a scape goat. I had one best friend who I would run to - and still do - but everything else was almost deathly lonesome. That's where I'm at now, I suppose. Upon reflection, my goal, is to overlook this lonely stone, and in stead jump it, and find a more sociable, comfortable Jess... the one (for those of you who knew me) was around when I was fifteen... hello Audio Mayhem days (just joking Kurt, I love you).

And so I sign off like this. I'm sorry if I ever snubbed you off. If my methods were not always governed by the madness you appreciated, or, to some people in particular, if the Chinese art of 'whispers' harmed something I valued far more than I predicted at the time...

So, here's to the new me. The one still, utterly devoted and loving to my darling K, yet the one whose comfortable enough to step out of his shadows, and regain the girl I lost during my lonely times at my past uni, and the 'scardey cat' ways of 2013.

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