Got my hair styled and I no longer look like a “single soccer mom”!

Two weeks ago, I finally redeemed Dan’s Valentine’s Day gift! For those who don’t know, I had a pixie cut last summer. While it was nice, the growing out phase was horrendous! I began to feel very self conscious and unhappy with my hair but I was also very cheap and couldn’t justify spending $100+ at a salon but also didn’t trust the Asians enough to fix what little hair I had grown out.

(I say Asians because they generally offer very cheap haircuts but can be a hit or miss).

So, I spent months and months complaining to Dan (lol) until on Valentine’s Day, he decided to get a gift card to a very fancy salon to finally get my hair fixed!


My appointment was at 12PM at Joey Scandizzo Salon in South Yarra. First impression of the salon? Holy cow, did my self confidence plummet!

EVERYONE HAD VERY BEAUTIFUL HAIR. EVERYONE. EVERYONE!

Behind me were rows and rows of awards this salon has won. They specialize in celebrity hairdos as well. The salon itself was grand and super beautiful and clean – soooo different from the usual Asian salons I go to.

You know it’s a fancy place when they hire dedicated hair washers. I kid you not – I’m so use to the stylist washing my hair before cutting it so I was taken back that they had someone else wash my hair before guiding me to my stylist’s chair.

Unfortunately, I forgot my stylist’s name but he gave me heaps of confidence back. I sat down and told him my life story and why I felt horrible about my hair. I told him I was looking for something that is easy to maintain (aka wake up and brush my hair), and something that I can just grow out without worrying that it would lose its shape again.

He instantly said – “bob”, especially given my hair length as well. He showed me a few styles he think I can pull off but they were waaaay too edgy – also, you know it’s a fancy salon when they do and suggest edgy looks rather than classic, safe styles.

We joked about my hair and be basically said “Your hair makes you look like a single soccer mom from the 80’s.”

Ouch, but also true and here’s why:

LIKE, SERIOUSLY… DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I HATE MY HAIR?!

I basically had a weird mullet thing and when I got to the gym and sweat, it basically warps around my neck. Also, the tiny little ponytail that I do at the gym is ugly af.


For someone that usually goes to cheap salons, holy crap did I noticed the difference in technique when my stylist was saving me. It’s soooo much more different than the usual techniques I see at the cheap salons do – seriously, how is it that they all have the same technique but fancy pants salons each has their own techniques to cutting hair?

All in all, my session took about 1.5 hours to finish and stylized. Leaving the salon, I felt soooo much comfortable having people look at me and just fell in love with my hair again. I no longer fuss about it and I’m no longer sinking in money in products that claims they help promote growth. I’m content enough to wait patiently now.

I Gave Up My $2k/month Blog Income (& don’t regret it!)

I gave up being an influencer. I gave up the dream that every blogger seems to be chasing nowadays. I gave up an additional $2k monthly income.

And I don’t regret it one bit.

You’re probably wondering – did I get a raise that I could forgo $2,000? Did I get a sugar daddy? Did I win the lottery?

No to all that and yes, an extra $2k per month on top of my salary would be nice but not worth how I had to obtain it.


A little back story. I’ve been blogging for over a decade. If you’re 13 years old, I was probably blogging before you were even born.

Blogging, to me, was an outlet. A stress reliever and a memory keeper. I treat blogging as if it’s my diary. I will share with you my deepest and darkest fears; my embarrassing moments; my fights with my then and/or now boyfriend; my failures and my successes; I will share everything. Honestly, it’s probably one of my oldest hobbies and I don’t ever see myself giving up.

But, I’m stuck in my old ways. I love and miss the blogging era of 2009. Nowadays, every blogger seems to want to make money. Every blog is a lifestyle blog that more or less gives the same bullshit advice on morning or night routines; on skincare; on starting a blog; on studying.

It felt like personal blogging was dying and no longer a niche. It feels as if you were a personal blogger, you won’t be “successful” in the blogosphere. You’re old and outdated. Now is the time to recycle the same 10 tips to make your life easier and try to get some money out of that.

So, I did exactly that.


A few years ago, I rebranded into a “lifestyle” blog. For the first time in decades, I’ve created a blog that didn’t have my name. I felt like if I attached my name, you know it’s a personal blog – hence, Coffee with Claire.

I did everything a lifestyle blog did. I posted reviews on products, services and business. I spammed my posts on Twitter and Facebook groups to generate views.

I even had personal photoshoots! I stopped using stock photos. I took the time to edit my photos.

I had a planner filled with ideas that I think readers would like. Ideas about relationships; fitness; finances; blogging; etc.

In a short time, I started to get PR inquiries and sponsorships. My ads were generating some decent income because of the traffic.

I started writing reviews and sponsored posts because, hell, I was being paid for it and it was based on topics that were targeted to my readers.

For a year, my blog was netting me $1,600 – $2,000 every month that I withdrew to my bank account.


When I received the notification from my web host that I’m set to renew my plans, I decided to hit no and cancel the blog. I took off my PR page and contact details and deleted my blog’s email. I decided to let my blog slowly die off.

I’m not another entitled Millennial. It’s not like I’m saying I gave up an income because I didn’t want to work anymore.

I just hated how I felt about my blog. It didn’t feel like it was mine anymore. Near the end of the blog, I felt like I was a sellout, writing for brands just to have an income.

I had friends always asking me how the blog is going and I hated that. They thought it was cool that I managed to earn money from my blog but I felt like the fact that they did know I earned money, I always had to upkeep my blog to make sure it was generating a monthly income.

I also went on vacation last year for two weeks and during those two weeks, my blog crossed my mind several times. I was growing anxious with the PR emails and tried to keep up with the demands of posting from the companies.

Ultimately, the biggest reason why I decided to quit being a paid blogger was the fact that I no longer enjoyed my favourite hobby.

After work, I would go home and review my blog stuff. By the time I was done working with the brands, I barely had time for my own work. I’d want to update my theme and can’t bring myself to do so because I hated looking at my own blog for so long.

It wasn’t tiring per se, but it was tiring emotionally to drain my creativity and my passion for my favourite hobby that didn’t give me that happiness and relaxation that it once gave.

Yes, the extra money was nice but I hated how it controlled my life and how it ruined my hobby.


Now? I’ve rebranded back to a personal blog with a few lifestyle posts here and there. I’m much happier knowing I can leave my blog alone for two weeks and have no one drilling my ass for an update. I’m happier because I’m back in the 2009 era of blogging where my stalkers can envy my eventful life. Where I can share my thoughts and have feedback from others outside my friends group. I have a place I can rant freely with no worries what others will think or say – because let’s be real… if I don’t like your comment, I’m going to delete it ๐Ÿ˜›

I deleted my PR page and no longer sign up for any campaigns. I have a healthier balance of life, work and blogging.

More importantly, I’m happy and love my blog again. I found my love and passion for blogging again and it gives me immense happiness to hit the publish button.

It’s not to say that I hate paid bloggers or that it’s not possible to have a healthy balance between paid and unpaid posts but I just overall want to avoid any paid posts. It’s just not my thing because at the end of the day, I turn to blogging if I’m stressed, bored, unhappy, or my brain is running too wild.

A Happy List | Vol. 4

+ I reached my 10th journal entries earlier this week!

+ I am finallyย starting to catch up on my 2018 scrapbooking and scrapped 6 pages! I really want to share some the pages since digital scrapbooking is one of my favourite hobbies but I’m just a little shy…

+ I got into Podcasts thanks to my friend, Kendel and I am planning to write a post about the channels I’m subscribed to.

+ I sent my 2018 Canadian taxes a few weeks ago so a whooping $4k tax return is to hit my bank account soon!

+ I’m still motivated to go to Grad school so I’d see if this motivation continues when I return home.

+ My haircut is on March 2nd and I am sooooo excited to finally fix my awkward hair blob.

+ I found a neat pair of ankle boots for only $25!

+ I am coming up on three months since deactivating my Facebook and Instagram (again) but this time around, it feels more permanent. I love how happy, confident and productive I’ve been since deactivating the two platforms.

Journal Entry #010

Tuesday, February 26th, 2019

Happy Tuesday! Whoop, whoop – I reached my 10th journal entry! I am really loving these journal entries because it allows me to just share my thoughts or share the little things in life when I don’t have events or other posts lined up.

Also, on another blogging related note… I transferred all my Bloglovin blogs onto my WordPress reader because I absolutely love the WP Reader more than Bloglovin!


Dan is currently at the gym right now and I’m trying to squeeze a quick entry in before I have to prep dinner – which is yummy tuna avocado wraps and nachos… mmmm.

I was planning to do a whole post about UFC 234 but it wasn’t flowing whatsoever. You guys ever want to share an event in your life but for whatever reason, it doesn’t flow no matter how many times you’ve edited it?

That was my UFC post so I’ll just quickly dump some photos from that event.

It was my first ever live UFC event which is amazing! I absolutely loved the fights (despite the main title fight was cancelled >.>) and the atmosphere. I’m a bit torn in which sport gives a better live entertainment experience – hockey or UFC?


Today, I tried to redesign my WP blog but gave up after about 20 minutes of dabbling around. I remember back then when I was on Blogger, I’d create a new blog banner every now and then but since moving to WordPress, I couldn’t give two shits anymore, lol. I am sooooo content with just a plain title and don’t bother messing around Photoshop anymore.

Also, I didn’t have work today and I thought The Sims 4 Strangerville was coming out today… I could’ve SWORN that I read it was coming out on Feb 26th but I guess it’s available tomorrow (Australia). I wanted to play the new Game Pack on my day off but I’d hold off until the next long weekend to play.

Anywho, I have about 30 minutes before Dan returns from the gym soooo I guess I better start pitting avocados and cutting some vegs up.

Journal Entry #009

Saturday, February 16th, 2019

I’m writing this journal with a tummy full of delicious sushi after our late Valentine’s Day dinner that we just returned from.

Can I just say… what a week! It went by tremendously fast and my wallet is begging me to stop spending. The fact that this week consisted of Dan’s birthday and Valentine’s Day didn’t help, and last week was UFC night (which I’ll blog about sometime this week!).


Last weekend, we dropped by Gelato Messina on Chapel Street after watching the Alita movie (which was somewhat decent… about a 7/10). It was recommended by Charlotte and Sophie at work and we were in Windsor so we mind as well check it out.

The gelato is probably the best I’ve had so far in Melbourne! The place is dark (like a nightclub to be honest) and there’s no lineup or ticketing system. It’s pretty much like ordering at the bar where you just have to catch the shop associate’s attention if you want to order.

Do you see Robert Brownie Jnr? Hilarious isn’t it?!

On Wednesday, it was Dan’s birthday! He turned the ripe ol’ age of 29… lol.

As a gift, I got him the Huawei P20 phone. He hasn’t owned a quality smartphone since his Galaxy Note died so I thought it would make a nice gift, especially since we’re travelling and he has mentioned a few times that he wished he had a better smartphone to take better pictures. I’m honestly blown away by how far phone cameras have come to be!

That day I also left work early to hit the CBD to pick up another surprise and his Valentine’s Day gift as well.

I picked up Uncle Tetsu (his favourite dessert) and a pack of Corona beers.

Cheese tarts!
Matcha Madeleines.

It turned out that his work finished at 3pm and they took him out for some drinks until 5:30pm so when he came back home, he was a little tipsy.

We ordered Chinese food as his birthday dinner and our Greek roommate poured him some very strong Greek vodka so, by the end of the night, he was a goner.

This drunken photo of Dan is going into our scrapbook because it’s the only photo I have of him on his birthday!


The next day was Valentine’s Day! Happy belated Valentine’s Day to all my readers!

This year, we decided to keep it super simple with a budget of $50. After work, we ordered mediocre sushi and watched some Parks and Rec.

I got him two of his favourite League of Legends Funko Pops. He has a third one back at home that his best friend got him for his birthday so it added well to his collection.

For my Valentine’s Day gift, Dan got me a gift card to a fancy salon to get my hair styled properly. Ever since I started growing out my pixie cut from the summer, I became very self-conscious because I believed the barber didn’t know how to cut and style pixies properly so it has left me with an ugly shape and blob. I have it scheduled for March 2nd so I’m super excited to get my hair fixed!

Also, while we’re on the topic of V-Day, please visit my blogging friend, Hunida’s post on 5 years of Valentine’s Day dates! It’s by far my favourite V-Day related post and it’s just soooooo adorable!


Today, we slept in until 11am and had a very late brunch, followed by a late gym session (my legs and glutes are soooo sore!). We decided to hit up our favourite sushi place again and while it’s supposed to be Dan’s late birthday dinner, he changed it to be our late Valentine’s Day dinner so that was very nice!

Since I got him those two Funko Pops, I caved and went back to EB Games to grab my two Golden Knight boys ๐Ÿ˜›

Anyways, it’s getting late so I’d end this post with a funny picture of our third roommate, Charlii.

Claiming my Confidence Back

If you know me in real life, you’ll probably laugh and couldn’t believe that I was once often described as outgoing, fierce, confident, and even intimidating.

Shit, I can’t believe my peers used to describe as that as well!

Now, I’m often told I’m quiet. And you know, I wasn’t born loud and confident either. I was born a quiet and shy person and only started to come out of my shell when I got a job at Best Buy as a sales associate shortly after high school. Ever since that job, I felt like a different person but since turning 24, I sort of fell back to my old ways.

I’m quiet. I’m shy. I care about what people think. I don’t speak with my true voice. I hide my thoughts and opinions. I look down at the sidewalk when I walk. I don’t take as many selfies as I used to, or post videos. I get self-conscious and confused.

That’s not who I am. That was who I was back in high school.

A few months ago, shit hit the fan with Dan and our mutual friends group. I felt really betrayed by everyone in our group and I had enough of that “it wasn’t my place to tell you” bullshit.

During my recovery process, I felt like I needed an answer to the final question from this one girl in our group. I have put it off for nearly a month because I was afraid of her. I was afraid of what she would think about the whole situation. I was afraid of any potential clap back she might give me. I was afraid that she’ll talk behind my back and tell everyone how stupid she thinks I am.

But, I did it anyways and even when she was telling me the answer that I needed to move on and heal, I was still afraid of what she thought and felt about me and the whole situation.

During the recovery process, I also deleted my Facebook and Instagram, and evenย then I was still afraid and worried about what she would think of my actions. And it’s not just her, I was also afraid of another person in the group. I was scared that they’ll call me out for my actions, calling me immature and dumb. I was prepared to apologize for “going rogue” if I ever decide to log back into FB and Insta.

A few days ago, I saw this quote on Reddit and it hit home.

Why did I care so damn much about what this girl thinks of me? Why did I feel like I needed her approval in my life? If I wanted to delete my social media profiles, I shouldn’t have to explain or apologize why I did it. If she wants to tell people how much drama I am causing in the group, then go be it. I just didn’t know why I cared and worried over that. And it’s not just her but everyone. I don’t want to seek approval from anyone anymore.

After seeing that post, I told myself that I am going to reclaim my confidence. I want to be described as intimidating, confidence, and outgoing. Yeah, I’m quiet because I don’t have much to say but that doesn’t mean I want to lack confidence. People can be quiet and still give a strong aura.


An old friend told me that when you turn 25 and hit the “quarter-life crisis” you start to doubt everything and the confidence starts to wither away but it picks back up later.

I’m ready to pick up my confidence and erase my doubts. I’m tired of trying to please everyone and seek other people’s validating when just two years ago I was a firecracker. I’m tired of being afraid to live my life. I’m tired of being afraid to tell people my thoughts and feelings in fear of what they might think of me.

I’m ready to be my self again, and I’m reading to take a shit ton of videos and selfies.