Reviews --- ubiquinone Oral
#12474 Review writed by Miyuki 10 Years, 10 Months, 2 Weeks, 4 Days, 4 Hours, 28 Minutes ago
I have sensitive skin and I did not have any bad roeaticn to Prevage MD, but a friend of mine did. If you are one of the person that don't get bad roeaticn from Prevage MD, you're a lucky girl. From all the expesive creams I have bought during the years, so far this is the best one. It delivers results and fasts. I am 43yrs, I had a line in between my eye brows that in order to make it dissapear I went for botox. Unfortunately, Botox is too expensive for me and only last 6 months, so my doctor recommended me Prevage MD. The line between my eye brows has dissapeared. Prevage MD has helped me get my skin soft as a baby's bottom and it has lighten up dark areas of my face. I recently, stared using this cream on the dark circles around my eyes. The product instructions do not read that can be use for around the eye areas but I took my chances. After putting the Prevage MD on the dark circles, I use a good moisturizer right after and I start noticing the dark circles getting lighter. I am sticking to this product. I always keep 2 bottles in my house. PS: Prevage MD is not the same as Prevage. Prevage MD is pure. The regular Prevage from Elizabeth Arden is diluted so it will not deliver the best results. Both Prevage, MD and regular, cost about the same price.
#19942 Review writed by Gregory 10 Years, 10 Months, 2 Weeks, 3 Days, 16 Hours, 53 Minutes ago
Rate my writing and what I need to impvore on please?On the Verge of an Angel, Devil, Or Mortal I was sprawled on the cream colored leather couch, inspecting my glistening black satin colored nails. I lay upside down and glued my eyes toward the blank plasma TV screen that stuck to the wall panel facing me. I didn’t feel like graduating today. No more friends, no more fun or good times. After today and on, I’ll have to go to some dumb country down below the ground of clouds. I’ll have to watch over the country, grant human’s wishes if they deserve it, make sure if they’re doing some good or bad for the entire planet, blah blah blah, but no more heaven, tommorow I will be an official Angel. I didn’t want my angel-in-training life to end. Plus, I didn’t want to give up my room. I was so used to living in this apartment.You see, useless humans, that they are little rooms for the students of the school so they can live, and if we’re leaving, the building’s new rooms belong to new newbie angels. After a moment of silence and thought, I quickly finnished my cherry custard tart, and got dressed and ready for the last day of school. Angels must be so relieved they’re leaving here. One, I’m leaving, and they’re so scared of me, and I don’t know if it’s my devious looks or whatever. Two, they’ll be departing from the building you call a school…. I burst through the doors of the Graceful Wings school. Dumb name, right? The studentschecked out my partly gothic outfit, nodding approvingly but a scared expression was spead across their delicate faces. I had a reputation here and angels always thought I would turn out to be a devil. I flew swiftly, kind of embarrassed, toward my friend,Chelsea’s, locker. “Hey,” I spoke with a gleeful tone, hiding the sad one. “Hey, what’s up?” she replied, smacked her colorful locker shut. Without a word, she dropped her textbooks in my hands and started to apply ballerina cherry lipgloss on her tight lips, without letting me answer. I cringed, but not in fear, how could she wear such girly stuff? But I guess opposites attract…“ So what country are you going to after graduation?” she questioned out of nowhere. I winced, the question I despised. I had no idea what country to go to. Half my friends want to go to France, US, and Spain.I shrugged and handed her books back in one quick motion. “See you later,” I mumbled as I flew with speed, while dodging careless flyers, toward room A16, whooppeee my favorite class to begin with….. the Use of Powers class, before that tiring late bell rang. Chelsea and Dana, my other friend came over my house, I mean apartment, after school. Dana is not as drool worthy (or drop dead gorgeous) as Chelsea but she’s hilarious and has a bubbly personality. So anyway they came over my house and we did eachother’s hair, makeup, and all that beautifying stuff. We were getting dolled up for our graduation. I hated every look they tried on me but it kinda worked out. I tried to make our fun last for this night so I started a heavenly well known fight, Angel Dust Fight, where we fling angel dust at eachother, to see who looks most like a monster, but for our version, whoever loses and is covered up the most, buys us dinner.. The shining moon had risen and was full against the navy sky. I could feel it barely touching my pale skin. I was wearing a black sleevless, knee low dress that fanned out at the bottom and had a thick midnight black sash around my waist, with red gloves, and red flats, and dark makeup. Chelsea complimented me saying I looked nice but I knew she just envied the dress. I tugged my curled black hair and bit my deep red lips. I was nervous. I felt like mini angels were flying in my stomach. I gazed at them at the corner of my eye. Chelsea had her strawberry wispy blonde hair straightened till it fell a couple inches above her hips. She placed little flowers on her halo. She wore a white silky dress with spagghetti straps holding her ruffled dress. The angelic dress had sparkles all over it. She flew with gleaming white high heels. Her makeup was perfect in every way, medium pink colors on her cheeks, lips, and the mascara was just right. Dana on the other hand, made her shoulder length brown straight hair wavy and wore a pink satin sleevless dress that was ruched beneath her hips. Dana wore a hibacus flower in her hair, and a sterling silver necklace with an angel on it. She didn’t believe in wearing makeup. I was the bravest one to step forward and open the school door. “After you…” I murmmured to my soon-to-be-gone friends. They showered my we quiet thanks. It felt awkward. As I stepped in, a dark shadow loomed ahead. Professor Tedesca stopped me. Dana and Chelsea sneakingly slipped away from the Professor’s evil clutches. I gave a big sigh. Nothing worse than being stopped by a teacher, who’s hobby is lecturing, and having no friends to be there and witness it w