On Doing the Black Heads

I had my share of pimples when I was younger.

But it wasn’t that bad as compared to some of my peers. I still get them pimples once a while now, especially when exams are coming. And when the exams are really coming, I often get them pimples at the least expected places. On the nose, inside the nose, at the side of the nose. You get the drift.

I admit I’m not a cosmetic guy. I don’t spend hours on ends in the bathroom plucking one by one my growing nosestril (as I just spontaneously pluck them out with my hands when I see one pointing out from the nose). I don’t spend hundreds every month on facial foams or scrubs or whatsoever thing that, well I never understand (perhaps I was just too lazy to? I’ve been using hand soap for my face since forever). I definitely never did any facial spa or whatsoever treatment in those over-rated beauty shop Leonard-Drake whatever shits.

So by now, you should roughly get the idea that, I’m the least metrosexual when it comes to care of the face, or at least I thought as compared to my metrosexual-ness in clothings. And that, I’m not ashamed to announce.

Therefore, when my hands are not itching itself around the scalp or the soles, it goes onto the oily pores on the nose. I have this little metallic thing with hoops at the end where my mum used to pop those “mature” pimples on my sister’s face when we were all still in our teens. And I got one for myself a year ago just for the fun of it.

So sometimes, I enjoy seeing those oil oozes out from the pores on the nose when I squeeze that metallic hoop around them small poles. Not a good feeling I’m telling ya. Somehow pressures on the nose activate the tear glands and tears just flow out as if there’s onions or something.

That was until I finally remembered to get myself the Mens Biore Pore Pack. Woohee! My first cosmetics product. I followed the instruction and since then love the “worm-like” thing that I pulled out from the nose.

Get what I mean now?

Okay. Now you think I’m disgusting. >.<