Acne Epiphany

I woke up today with three shiny and huge zits on my face. I just stood up in front my mirror looking sternly at the three zits with so much fury and concern. They seemed to look like a certain constellation called "Shame." Then I caught myself teary-eyed, with no exaggeration. A pang of so much panic struck me. I've started thinking of buying a tube of Panoxyl, or a tube St. Ives Blemish Control Apricot Scrub. I thought my Clean and Clear Active Clear no longer does the trick. Simultaneously, I thought of a Pimple Treatment Facial at Let's Face It, or a P100.00 pimple shot at Forever Flawless, or see a dermatologist and spend a lot of money despite my financial plight. I was so scared.

I took my regular Landmark jeepney going to work. By the vehicle's entrance I noticed this very fair and cute guy who sat near the entranceway and thought of sitting next to him so the wind won't ruin my do. He was facing towards the front and faced towards the rear as I entered his vision. He seemed to be avoiding the sight of me.

I felt so bad about myself and I can see my self-esteem rolling on the floor. I want to pick it up but I'd rather stay motionless and feeling too conscious of getting more attention.

I rested my eyes on this yellow sticker. It says, "Jojo Binay the next president." For a second, I fleetly forgot my pimples, I was baffled with what I have just read and I was busy with my thoughts.

The idea was readily repulsing. I haven't imagined Binay ruling the country, but happy that Binay is Mayor of Makati. I never imagined anyone sitting in his seat. I thought Binay is the only Mayor Makati should ever have. The yellow sticker didn't seem to be strange at all, it is slowly making sense and finally replaced GMA with my idea of a president (of the Philippines, Obama is my ultimate idea of a president). It is not a bad idea after all. That sticker which reminds me of Cory Aquino was sold on me.

To me, my pimples represent poverty, corruption, flanking literacy, famine, unemployment, you name it. In a country full of uncertainty and skepticism, one should decide a remedy. If I will buy my self a tube of Jojo Binay to heal my pimples, I am hoping, and I am sure many are hoping too, that my pimples will disappear and will give back my face its deserved beauty to face the world with such pride and glory.

"Only Belo touches my skin. Who are you?" Rhona Parker, Gay and Friend

posted on http://www.parteeboi.blogspot.com on Thursday, February 19, 2009