After my facial…I look even worse now.

This morning my mom and I went to get a facial in Rowland Heights. Her name is Antonia and she’s Korean. My mom has been going to her for awhile now, maybe 5 years, but not all the time, maybe once every 5 months or something. I used to go with her before, but I was younger then so I didn’t really need it, and I didn’t really like it. Now, I tried it again because I actually needed it now.

You might think, “Oh! A facial, must be nice”. Yes, I guess, but you don’t know half of it. It’s painful! A facial is not just a delicate massage of your skin and facial muscles. There are some weird and painful methods out there and Antonia likes to keep up with the new trends and use us as guinea pigs. Not really, but kind of. Every time I go, there is some new procedure that I get to experience. Once, I got a hand paraffin wax. Another time, she used some “diamond peeling”….thingy….I had my eyes closed (as I am most of the time) so I don’t really know what it looked like…and I didn’t really want to know. Today, I think I was electrocuted….let me explain:

She started with a short rub down, and probably used some exfoliating gel on my face. Then was the weird part…she slipped a stretchy band over my left hand onto my wrist. ?!? …what is this? I thought to myself….what could I possibly need to have a wrist band for….this is a facial right? I could feel a cord connecting to the wristband, so I thought…maybe she needed to hang something on the cord for easy access? Or…..and the scientist in me started coming alive (it’s there, but small) maybe it’s something that reads chemical signs in my body to determine how bad my

skin is, or the current state I’m in….@_@ Then she began scraping at my face with what felt like a plastic flat disc. oooooh it was painful! She would stop and poke at my sore whitehead or bumps or pimples and dig into them…..being a girl, I held the pain and patiently waited for it to be all

over. But my skin must be really horrible, because then, I heard it. Bip…….bip………bip bip……….omg….the plastic disc is making sounds….what does it mean? After a minute of trying to figure out the sound, I felt it. My left wrist. Zz! Zzz! Zzz! I was being shocked every time the disc made a bip sound. It seemed like the machine was telling Antonia that my time is almost up and I can’t bare the electricity any longer. I supposed the wrist was actually a ground or something, so that when the disc shocked me, I wouldn’t feel it, until after while it had to be stopped because I did start feeling it. Wah……

I also had a grand time getting extractions done. -__-”. I’m not going to get into that, it’s kind of gross I guess. Everyone does it but we don’t talk about it. If you must know, extractions is a nice word to say…..popping a pimple…or in my case, they’re whiteheads, deep within the skin…so they’re hard to get out <: (

To prove I don’t mind putting up an ugly picture….there is my picture up there.