SKIN ANALYSIS

Ito na nga ba ang sinasabi ko eh.

Tinext ako ni AD na i-try ko daw magpa diamond peel. Para daw kasing vina-vaccum ang fez mo and from the tiny hole in the diamond peeling machine you can see all your dead skin cells.

Eh bakit pa kailangan ipakita? What for? Deds na nga eh.

So siyempre, me being a wannabe guinea pig of all beauty products and beauty regimens which i think is deeply rooted to my angsty puberty days of how all my lovely aunts and cousins would look at my face as if they've seen a  greasy skillet. Ha! I don't care. Poodrahbel has always comforted me that i am smarter than all of my cousins because i have already read One Hundred Years of Solitude at age 14 and they are still hooked on Sweet Valley High. Ha! Levelling sa authors ito. Enough of my angsts.

Eto na.

Masarap naman magpa diamond peel eh. Imagine a small carpet vaccum hitting your face. You feel some force field is being sucked up out your face. And for that matter. The force field that was sucked up from my face was the force field my Poodrahbel had lovingly built since i  was 13 where zits started attacking me. In short, my beauty from within ego just went through that tube with a fancy name. Well, time to face the truth about how bad my skin is now and even if you have read so many good books, it just won't matter.

So this beautiful lady, who looks like a dermatologist, made a skin analysis on where else? My face. She knew i had chicken pox scar on my forhead. And that my face was a combination face meaning not normal. My pores aren't small and they're open so i should use a toner. I have a pigmentation near my cheek because of sun exposure. She showed me the gazillion whiteheads i had through a machine that lets you see what the eyes cannot. Very interesting machine indeed. 

Oh and she told me i had warts. Yes. Warts. Oh fuck, they're warts? I thought they were just moles on the face. Nope, they're warts. And she pointed out all the warts in my face as if pointing out in a globe all the countries involved in the Asean summit. Oh my gosh, I have warts. Hindeeeeeeh!

I could have gotten it from making beso-beso or if i had a boyfriend who had warts. Well, i don't care where i got it but it seems i got them in the nicest way possible, haha. It could be thru greeting friends and sharing delight or through cuddling a boyfriend and making love.

But warts are warts. And i have to remove them through some sort of facial electrocution called cauterization. And i will have them removed when i get the dough.

Funny indeed that these warts were passed on to me unknowingly in the most purest of intentions--- human contact. I am human and humans need other humans which i call my friends and loved ones. And if they come back these warts then i guess it means i have loved (or maybe i'm just a filthy woman. haha).

So in a positive light, i call them Love Warts. How sweet it is to be infected by these so called love warts. And that's how my force field was built again.