Pusyaw

Japan’s weather was cold. Dry and cold. Really cold. My skin began craking up and I just loved picking up the dead skin on my face (sorry for those who just ate).

Picking up dead skin on ones face is like eating popcorn while watching a movie, you know you have to stop yourself because the popcorn will ruin your next meal but you can’t help doing it.

Anyway after three days of picking up those nasty dry skin cells (you want pictures?) my sister noticed that I had glowing red skin.

“Kuya, hiyang mo pala ang weather dito. Pumupusyaw na ang kulay mo oh! Mamulamula”

I snickered and answered, “Hindi yan mapusyaw. Dry skin yan, natutuklap.”