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November 13, 2008

closedI’m so darn tired updating this site.

So, yeah. This is officially closed.

But, don’t worry, i will still be visiting your blogs.

So, keep ’em coming.

Vanity Equals Torture.

June 27, 2008

After long hours under the spotlight, i realized I needed a better shampoo. Skin palang, damit na. Pretty all over. These are just some lines you hear from commercials. Vanity. Yes, vanity sucks. People who buy these beauty products are just motivated by sheer vanity.

Okay, kill the drama. I think I should shut up. And since I have nothing in mind, I’m gonna share to you an experience with the beauty experts – the dermatologists. Yes, I had trips with a derma before. Maybe, once or twice at that. Haha! Then, I realized I should cut the appointments. Aside from wasting money and time, the pain just kills me.

It runs in my father’s family to have pimples, zits, acnes – you name it. So, it is expected for us to have some. Oh, that was an understatement. I was not really conscious about it at first, but later in life I realized that I needed a better face? Nah! To cut the story short, I wanted to have my pimples treated.

Wew! Acne treatment, that is. I had to go to a dermatologist to get rid of them. I thought t’was just as painless as an injection or whatnot. But I was dead wrong. Very, very wrong!

First, they would let you wash your hands and face. Splash. Splash. Splash. Then, they will let you lie down on the bed. After that, they would let you inhale something herbally-minty cream. I don’t know what that was. But they would say that it would help you relax.

After the relaxation session, they would apply glycerol to kill the germs on your face. It would give you an itchy feeling. Then, some antibiotic would be applied on you face. Oh by the way, they would cover your eyes so you wouldn’t know what’s happening in the outside world. Next to that was steam. Yes, they would make your face hot with steam to open up your pores so it would be easy for them to take away the blackheads, whiteheads, or whatever. After that, they would use a vacuum. No, it was not the vacuum used in cleaning your carpets or dusty corners of your room. It had a small nozzle that will suck your skin. It was ticklish and weird at the same time.

After that was the most awaited portion of the session. Pricking. Nothing hurts more that pricking you acne or even just your skin. Using light and magnifying lens, they would be able to locate the blackheads, and take them out using a device I didn’t know of. It felt like you’re being tortured and all you could do is grip on the sides of the bed. How helpless. Lying there, all you could do is cry silently while the derma freak bores a hole in your face. Sheeshh, that just sucks and it hurts really much. And you know what, the session would last for minutes. Oh how you wish it would end before it takes your breath away.

After the painful session, they would apply some cream to lessen the pain. Then, they will cover your face with a gauze, in preparation for the next procedure. They would then use laser to tighten the pores that were opened a while ago. Then, they would apply mask cream and another cream for the finale.

The whole session would last for one to two hours. Ha! And did I mention about massage session? Yes, they would give you a massage while doing the session.

After that, I didn’t want to go back. It just kills me. It was plain persecution. Unless you’re a masochist, of course.

Oh, crap! I think it was September 12, 2007 when I drew this. On the first day of my work, I had nothing to do. So, I pulled up Paint. How imaginative could I be? And out of nothing, I made this. It was also this time when Darna (Angel Locsin) hit the top of the TV ratings. (Lumipat na pala sa ABS-CBN si Angel that time.) I draw like a grade one student, don’t I?

Well, this drawing somehow made me think I am a saddist. You see, the blood and all – so gross. Well, this is just another effect of boredom strike. Aside from listening to music, I draw – yes, I draw sticks. Isn’t that creative? I thought so.