chaka chaka

as a writer in a creative advertising agency, i’ve learned how audiences have evolved into savvy, choosy, fickle-minded freaks. as a consumer, i’m an advertiser’s dream come true. a couple of weeks or so after reading kimberlycun’s and cynthia’s (like duh, obviously completely totally 100% sponsored) posts about garnier pure, i trot out to buy them. not just any other garnier products, but i’m anal retentive enough to purchase the anti-imperfection scrub (RM12.90) and self-heating mask (RM5.90) featured on their blogs.

pick me for a research group! baaaaaaa!

in all seriousness, blogger product sells make slightly more sense to me, seeing as how with any random product you pick off the market (supported by a full print and tv campaign) the odds that the damned writer or art director have even touched it are near nada. *cough* suffice to say, i have not stepped foot in GSC Signature till this very day. yeah, fucking servicing never invited me to the launch either, but that’s a different rant altogether. of course i would prefer real product reveiews over advertorials any damn day, but who’s fussing?

so, why not? i rationalised. 2 years ago, my face care regime consisted of (and slowly evolved, if you consider it so) bar soap->liquid body wash->occasional body shop seaweed face wash->generic cleansing foam. 90 to 1 i wouldn’t be able to identify the current one i’m using despite having bought it myself and using it for a good month or so. checked. it’s biore face fit. or something. FACE CARE FAIL.

no. no before and after photos. i’m not blessed with beautiful skin like the aforementioned bitches (i hate you cynthia) and this ain’t a paid advertorial.

the scrub smelled nice. lemony and all. but i couldn’t tell any major difference. the self-heating mask? that kind of freaked my inner cynic out. self-heating? uhuhuhuh. as if. and then of course, it heated up and i panicked.and imagined my skin burning microscopically.

anyway, non-drama aside, my skin feels marginally prettier and smoother. but, damn man, if i need a miracle. well considering my 99% meat diet, chain-smoking, binge drinking, 4am nintendo ds nights, shitty skincare rituals, and non-stop coke consumption, i guess it could be worse.

a photo to scare you.