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Ever suffered from sleep deprived?

Oh yeah, here goes the series of sleepless nights.. I actually a night person. Since I spend my daytime mostly outside the house, I usually arrive in my bed (after bath and stuff) about 10-ish PM every.single.day. So I kinda  treasure it, my "me time". When I could happily try out my new clothes (or clothes that I never worn), visit (and periodically cleaning) my shoes, play with my dogs, read books, write blogs, etc. In short, I always sleep over midnight. 

Unhealthy? I know. That's why I tried to burn the bad habit little by little. I've promised myself to sleep 12AM max on weekdays. I don't want to show up late on my 7AM yoga classes no more, for God's sake.. It went well until.....
My sister "kindly" exacerbate the situation by haunting me with horror stories that she experienced in her room.. Sound of little girl cycling upstairs on wee hours is the least thing I wanna hear before my beauty sleep! Here's the strange thing, my sister almost experienced a creepy night once a week for the least. Scary innit.

It happens all the time in her room, never in mine (knock knock on the wood) And that's the thing that I never fully understand till this very day. Is there "something" in her room? Is it because the empty room next to hers? Doesn't she faithful enough? Many questions in mind. But I must admit that the little girl  story is by far, the scariest I've heard. There were some horrible dreams, vivid sight of a woman with long hair, sound of knocked door, etc. But this little girl?! Come on now.

I've been affected and so I couldn't sleep properly recently. I couldn't count on counting sheep anymore. Ain't it weird that my brave sissy isn't taking it seriously. Either she's getting used to it, or real fearless? Like, for real. It still confuse me she didn't even beg me to sleep with her! In fact, she still sleep in that room (a room so dark cos the light always goes on and off). Even though there's a significant distance between my room and hers, I still feel eery. And when the Junghans chiming 12 times, it feels soooo spooky. I'm such a big baby I know.

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Back to earth, 

I woke up just to find out the dark circle under my eyes has gone bigger and darker. Shit. I was like, "thank you sis!" Although she's not the one to blame. I mean, she's fine. She just heard spooky things and that's it. The problem is me, for perceived those too seriously. 

Anyway, I believe there's always good comes out of bad situation. If I didn't experience sleepless nights and had dark circles as dark as as clouds on rainy days, I wouldn't buy this amazing concealer. 
I don't really use concealer actually. I was confused in what concealer should I get cos it's not that cheap. 

After nation wide vote (don't you feel like I resemble Ryan?) Finally, I bought myself Bobbi Brown creamy concealer kit (reformulated).  Why reformulated? Beside changes of the casing, it also comes with new formula (less creamy) and the pale yellow powder is now pressed (loose before).
I chose the shade "Sand" as it's the one that match with my skin and my pressed powder from Bobbi also in "White Sand" shade. I feel very satisfied with the result. I can't compare with the previous version of this kit cos I don't have it. But this one feels so soft and blend so easily in my skin. It covers my imperfection in one single swipe. However, I must apply eye cream firstly before. I read reviews from various websites and they mostly complain about how it creases easily. I've notices that it creases a little but I solved that by gently  tapping it with my finger. I don't use brush applicator cos I feel more comfortable using my own finger (the ring one) so I can feel the thickness and texture.

This is my third try, it kinda look white-y, but maybe I haven't done it right? It indeed brightens my panda eyes. After all, make up is all about learning. It gets better eventually. One thing for sure, it conceals. 

And is there any way to conceal spooky things around the house? I would definitely buy and repurchase it! 

Bobbi Brown creamy concealer kit

the result

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this is my forth try. i did slightly better by putting a foundation first. on the photo above, i didn't apply any foundation cos i was going to work. this morning, i tried to tap a little foundation. maybe i'll do a full make up look later on weekend...perhaps? will keep you posted :)






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