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So what happened last night was a series of simple bad decisions. Its started when I decided to take a cup of coffee after supper. I love coffee but if I take it after lunch time, it is guaranteed that I won’t be able to sleep at night. So thats what happened, I stayed awake way past my bedtime. And instead of taking a cup of hot milk and try to relax in bed, like any responsible adult would do, I watched the GoT season 6 in marathon. Having a full season of a series you love while you have no self-control is dangerous, you will end up watching the whole season in one go. You know how it is.
So in the morning, almost running late from lack of sleeping, I exchange the 15 minutes of make up with sleep. Mind you, I don’t use much make up because first of all, I suck at drawing, and second of all, I have hideous taste of colormatching. My morning make up ritual only consists of drawing my eye brows as symetrical as I can, a bit of nude color eyeshadow, black thin eyeliner, powder, and coral shade lip gloss. As simple as that, only to make sure that I don’t look like I just got out of bed, dress up, eat cereal and take the bus.
Today I went to work without all that, yep, I am that brave.. dunnn.. dunnn.. dunn..
As someone who works at the office and sits on the front-desk receiving clients, this is a bold move. This can be even considered as career suicide. Thank God the company that I work at doesn’t receive clients on daily basis. The thing is, dressing up to work in formal cloth but no make up looks like a cake with no frosting, churros without chocolate dip, an episode of GoT without nudity, you know, pointless.
My colleague asked me how I was doing and whats with my eyes. I rushed to the bathroom, worried for my eyes. After a close look at my face, I didn’t find anything wrong with my eyes, or my face entirely, apart from lacking a bit of colors. My skin tone did look dull, a bit oily with black spots, like a piece of cold KFC chicken.
I got back to my desk and told my colleague that I have hayfever. I made up that lie because its easier than admiting to the public that I don’t roll out of the bed like Beyoncé every morning.
Don’t you just hate it when you missed few hours of sleeping at night and you end up with bags under your eyes bigger than your boobs? Its like a punishment for adults who pass their bedtime by Mother Nature (who claims she knows best.. pffft!). You see, none of us born naturally ugly, it just Mother Nature being hard on us.
It was raining on lunch time so I was stuck on my desk the whole afternoon. I googled for articles about reducing puffy eyes and ow mah gawd, there are plethora of eye creams to address this issue.
I accidentally stumbled upon a quote from my all-time fav actress, the one actress that I adore so much but never had any lesbian imagination with because she is just too sweet to be potrayed in any lewd scenes I make up in my head; SANDRA BULLOCK. And here is her wisdom quote :
Apparently butt cream is recommended by beautyistas make up artists to reduce puffy eyes instantly. Its a good short term solution since it restricts the blood vessels and it is an anti-inflammatory, that might works to reduce puffiness, in theory. Please google it yourself for more valid details.
I made a mental note to stop at the pharmacy on the way home to get my first tube of butt cream, and suddenly this thought hit me hard : you know you are old when you start to apply butt cream to sooth your saggy eyes and fight off those crow’s feet away…
Did this thought gave me another instant episode of existensial crisis? yes it did, most definitely. Did it curbed my curiousity? Indeed a bit. Was I still tempted to try anyway? Probably not.
But I behave in a reverse psycology kind of way, when my brain tells me something, I would certainly do the opposite. There I found myself getting a tube of butt cream and got giddy for my first butt cream malpractice attempt. That night, when I was suppose to apply the magical butt cream and go to bed early, I got carried away again with this tv series marathon binge. This time was the Psych, and I was already sank in 2 seasons deep and it has a total of 8 seasons… There is no way out of this. I might as well accept these bags under my eyes as part of me, as I have accepted some acnes on my forehead as one of my facial features.
PS: To me, Sandra Bullock is flawless, even if she puts butt cream on her face.