The squishy, gelatinous, white head was like a little plug, plugging the pore. I raced to the bathroom, got tissue and then opened cupboard, which had a huge mirror in it.
With my face just 2 inches from the mirror, I examined the whitehead. And slowly but surely, I coaxed the little bugger to reveal more of himself in the open.
"Stop hiding and come out!" I said to him.
Blood and serum came gushing out from the surrounding sore tissue.
I eased its little tail in all directions, and used the edge of the tweezers to hold its tiny tail, then kiaped* it tight and "POP"! The white head was out!
The feeling was one kind of shiok.
Super shiok.
Last week, saw 3 pus-y spots on S's back.
"May I squeeze them? Please?"
"Alright, go on then." said S.
"Seriously?" I replied in disbelief, cos this was the first time he's allowed me to squeeze a spot.
And before he could change his mind, I hurriedly dragged him to the window for better light. Then drawing on my years of experience, I gently eased the pus out. It went POP.
Pus was green, semi solid. So shiok.
Me at North Parade Park on a Sunday afternoon. The life!
*Kiap: Onomatopoeia. Hokkien word for clasp
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Don't you feel cold? You looked so relax (",)
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