*Looks at my previous post comments and gives a small cough*

I caught an allergy conjunctivitis that made my eye red and bloodshot, I could have come across as the Jokeress! T.T Anyway since this doctor is pretty friendly with us, we had a looooooong chat about all things health plus politics. My mom directed the conversation to my face condition, which was a cheek full of acne while the other remains clear and tiny spots here and there. Then he claimed that his medication could cure me provided I cooperate with him so my mom succumbed into paying the ghastly bill. THEN, when I told him what was the part of the rules that I had to abide to make sure my skin cleared up, he said NO makeup. Just put on some lipstick and go, he said.

OMGWTF! That is an utter disgrace to a young girl! Lipstick, as a standalone cosmetic, is a style for old women, for goodness sake! How can I like, just put on lipstick and go for an event? If I had clear skin like a baby, I won’t even bother with cosmetics, maybe by then, simple lipstick ought to really suffice, but how lah wei, it’s not the case right now. T.T Need to face people one wor.

How can ANYONE be so cruel to a chaborkia? No makeup allowed at all! It’s not that my life depends on it, but the thought of ‘face kosong’ during the upcoming cultural exhibition gives me the creeps! And i’m one of the exhibitionist there, lagi worse.

By now you should be rolling your eyes at the irrelevance of this as opposed to world politics and whatnot, but I don’t care it’s my blog ha ha!

I’ve been in a dillemma ever since I got out of the clinic. To makeup or not. He gave me a grace period of 2 weeks for the medication to show results. And the exhibition falls directly in the middle of these two weeks. Hmmm.

Therefore, I chose to compromise.

Should my skin get better within that grace period and BEFORE my exhibition, I’d cover up my acne with the bit of my wig hair and will do with a bit of blush. JUST a little bit to balance out my outrageous love for bold eye colors.

To be absolutely honest, if it weren’t for the fact that my acne was severe, I have pretty nice rosy cheek color and complexion. But, hormones have made me succumb to the fate that maybe cosmetics during special occassions is a must. Mind you, I wear my pimple scars loud and proud on a daily basis, but just during weekends, or special events, when the girly vanity within all of us females rages, you JUST have to put on something to add to that wow factor, and that’s irregardless to whether your boyfriend protetsts against it, or not. Tee hee.

Alright lah, we’ll see how this ‘miracle’ medicine as claimed by the doctor goes… The medicine ain’t pleasant, mind you. Smells like a plastic by-product of a petroleum factory or something, yucks. And the texture is like rubbing milled salt on already painful pimple wounds. Alright, we’ll see… Sigh…

A reminiscence of my better complexion days…

See… See what I mean when I say these were my better complexion days? Never mind the cute mechanic beside me hor. This pic taken in year 2007, under clear good lighting. Nice hor? Sigh. Pass liao lah, have to work my way to this complexion again before I can officially dump my 101 chemically-formulated foundations goodbye. >.<

Wish me luck okay?! ;) Today, the official start of taking Tetracycline to tackle the acne problem. Plus Sorfic. Never hear before? I heard it’s a Buatan Malaysia acne medication. Well, we’ll see. Two weeks. Pics will follow okay. :)

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