Kung Hei Fat Choi: Vivo celebrates Chinese New Year with CNY Photo Contest

To celebrate the Chinese New Year this 2018, Vivo launched a special photo contest involving a few well-known lifestyle bloggers for a first taste. Held last February 3 and 4 at Binondo in Manila, Vivo invited 18 lifestyle bloggers for an eventful photowalk around the oldest China town in the world. Bloggers were asked to capture photos that embody the Chinese culture may it be the food, the ambiance, the traditional lucky ornaments, or Binondo’s old charm as a whole.

Bloggers enjoyed taking photos with their Vivo smartphone because of its known first-rate features: the 24MP front camera for perfect CNY celebration selfies complemented by the camera’s HDR mode for stunning images with dramatic shadowing and highlights and the portrait bokeh for added aesthetics. The professional mode, which mimics the manual mode of DSLR cameras, allows users to adjust the exposure, white balance, ISO, and focus mode creating creative photos. Vivo’s signature Face Beauty spec ensures that anyone’s selfie game is flawless with its natural face enhancements. The Ultra HD mode takes hi-resolution photos at 9216×6192 (64MP), allowing for shots with very clear details. Lastly, bloggers were able to come together for a good group shot with the Groufie technology which boasts of a panorama-panning effect for big group shots without leaving anyone out.

The two-day Binondo photowalk with the bloggers was a special promotional event to get the bloggers’ followers to join Vivo’s Chinese New Year (CNY) Photo Contest where a participant needs to take the best Chinese New Year-inspired photos and upload them in their Instagram account for a chance to win a brand-new Vivo V7+.

The bloggers’ photowalk for Vivo’s CNY Photo Contest proved to be a success as entries numbering to more than 200 have been uploaded on Instagram by February 14. Out of all the entries, the top four best creative photos were chosen by the participating lifestyle bloggers with one winner announced during the Chinese New Year celebrations last February 16 at the Lucky Chinatown Mall. At the event, Vivo showcased the Chinese New Year-inspired photos in a special photowall. Vivo’s official mascot Little V entertained the crowd with a dance rendition of the hit song 24k. Later, Vivo awarded the Chinese New Year Photo Contest winner Angela Palacio for her photo of her Vivo V5 capturing an illuminated stretch of red Chinese lanterns.

The lifestyle bloggers who joined the Vivo CNY Photowalk were: (February 3) Ana Gonzales, Rhea Gonzales, Katt Valdez, Myke Soon, Ryan San Juan, Cristelle Torres, John Bueno, Paul Chuapoco, and Yuki Tansengco; (February 4) Ed Uy, Jeman Villanueva, Justin Montas, Jerhwin Hernandez, Nikole Maturan, Anthony Neilson, Collen Vidal, Louie Denver, and Slyve Sy. Vivo influencers also helped promote the CNY Photo Contest through their Instagram accounts: KZ Tandingan, TJ Monterde, Darren Espanto, Joyce Pring, Tony Labrusca, and Sassa Dagdag.

For inquiries about Vivo, visit the Vivo website at http://www.vivo.com/ph or check out their Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/VivoPhil), Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/vivophil/), and Twitter (https://twitter.com/vivo_phil) accounts.


Let’s talk about mental health and idol worship.


I was 15 when I first tried to kill myself.

I just came home from school and the house was empty. I can’t remember what prompted the action (if there was any recent event that triggered it), but I do clearly remember wanting to end my life so much that I downed x number of anti-depressants all at once.

I woke up some six hours later in the same room. I tested my body; I wriggled my toes and pinched myself to see if I’m still alive. To my disappointment at the time, the answer was yes.

I was 18 when I tried to kill myself for the second time.

This one has been more ‘planned’ for the lack of a better term. Farewell letters were written, a last ‘will’ that includes notes for which possession goes to whom after my death, a goodbye text message was sent.

The letters were, ultimately, scrapped in the end. The attempt failed.

Still, I told myself I’ll never make it past 20.


Three years later, I’m still alive. I’m already three years past the deadline I once imposed on my life.

I’m in a much better headspace now, I think. I still get episodes but the ‘urge’ to want to end my life is no longer stronger as before. There’s still that voice that lingers at the back of my mind — the what if’s — and I don’t think it’ll go away completely, but at least I know better now, or maybe I can handle my demons better now than say, nine years ago.

I’d like to believe I have already come a long way in terms of strength.


From those days I battled depression and anxiety as a teenager up to this day as an adult, there has been another constant: idols.

It’s safe to say I honestly don’t know what it’s like to not obsess over an idol. I’ve gone from worshipping American emo rock stars, to fangirling over j-pop idols about 20 years older than me, to loving j-rock icons, to stanning kpop idols again.

Not many can understand, but those who do know the feeling too well of finding happiness and comfort in simply watching an idol you admire. The pure, unadulterated joy of seeing them succeed and achieve their dreams, watching them soar and improve even more as the years go by.

For almost nine years, I experienced the simple joy of watching them from afar through constant updates. I was used to seeing their photos almost everyday, seeing their schedule for the week, watching them bag awards while they hone their craft. Perhaps, that’s the reason why they feel closer to me than say, Western celebrities, even though I’m essentially nothing more than a stranger to both.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Kim Jonghyun’s death affected me as much as it did.

As someone who suffers from depression myself, I know the feeling all too well. His battles are different from mine, but I understand the feeling of spiraling into that crippling loneliness, succumbing into that pit of utter hopelessness until you start feeling numb and thinking there’s no end in sight but death.

This doesn’t lessen my grief. If anything, it makes it even worse, because there’s the knowledge that a man I admire so much went through so much pain and I, as a person, wasn’t able to do anything to help him.

The juxtaposition of being an idol — a profession that involves making other people happy by entertaining them through their music and art — and being the one of the loneliest people in the world.

As a fan, it really hurts, because Jonghyun was one of those idols who once helped me cope and gave me comfort in the days I felt like I had nothing left. I wish I could do the same, because now I realize that I can’t even give back half the happiness that these idols give me, even though they don’t know it. It’s a reality I have to deal with.


What I could do at the moment, though, is to spread awareness. Jonghyun’s death is another prime example of why mental health should never be undermined and should be given just as much importance as physical health. I think everyone needs to realize that compartmentalizing the mind and the body shouldn’t be the case. Our thoughts could affect our physical health, in the same way our physical health could affect our mood once strained. These two are part and parcel of who we are as one human being and we should take care of both in all ways that we could. Workplaces in each and every industry should hire an in-house therapist or make psychiatric services more accessible for their employees at the very least.

Depression is real. It bears no name, no status, no age. It’s not a matter of who can handle themselves better or who has a ‘higher’ EQ. Instead of contributing to the stigma, let’s take the time to talk more about it and put more effort in understanding it.


If you or someone you know is feeling emotionally unwell, don’t hesitate to call the HopeLine Hotlines at (02) 804-HOPE (4673); 0917 558 HOPE (4673). Alternatively, you may want to check out these self-help apps:


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Pacifica is an app that provides daily tools for you to handle your stress and anxiety better. This is my favorite so far, and one I’ve been using religiously since my anxiety relapsed again this year. It checks in on you by letting you track your mood each day, lets you reframe your (negative) thoughts, and also contains relaxation resources (their meditation feature that allows you to listen to peaceful sounds while guiding you with your breathing is my absolute favorite). It’s basically an all-around resource for helping you manage stress.

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7 cups is another app I recently discovered. If you ever feel the need to talk your feelings out, I highly recommend this app. It connects you with trained listeners and therapists for free, and even has sub-communities for discord (I downloaded this precisely because I didn’t know where to talk about my feelings about Jonghyun’s death).


Help is available. But ultimately, I wish for everyone to have more strength and for the world to lessen your pain, despite how unforgiving it may be.

The Joy and Art of Eating at Makasuntra

There is an alarmingly low number of Malay restaurants in the country.

This is a horrible discovery I found one evening as I scoured Food Panda and Zomato for Indonesian restaurants that offer delivery. I was craving for Mie Goreng that time and while there is the ever reliable, instant version through Indomie, I wanted something authentic and real for once. But in my search, only one restaurant appeared to be within my vicinity.

I sincerely think that Malay cuisine is underrated and people need to stop sleeping on it. That is why I was so happy when I first learned that Megamall is opening Makansutrathe famed Singaporean hawker food court.


It took me a long time to visit this place but when I finally did, oh my god..teh. It felt like walking into food paradise. I got so giddy looking at food stalls and seeing the names of dishes I recognize, partly because I already tried them before and partly because they were the dishes that my Indonesian and Malaysian friends have told me about. In fact, I made it a point to check out each and every one of the 11 stalls in the place. I did not want to miss anything.


I did not take enough photos of the interior because I got too caught up in eating, but the place is adorned in an industrial/urban street design! There is even this corner in the wall that teaches you random Indonesian/Malaysian (?) words. Amazing.

Now onto the food. There were also Hong Kong food stalls in the place, but I solely wanted to focus on Malay food that day, so those are everything I ordered. Here is the first star of my Makasuntra lunch: Mie Goreng.


The Mie Goreng (Php 200) is a little different from what I’m used to. It’s redder, less spicy, but still savory. The color reminded me a bit of our very own Pancit Palabok even though the taste is far from it. If you want a light snack to kickstart your appetite, I highly recommend this.


My favorite: Chicken Satay from Alhambra Padang Satay and Muslim Food. This meal comes with six skewers and a soto soup for Php 250. The rice portion is a tad too small for my liking, but everything else is fine. The chicken meat is barbecued to perfection that it disintegrates well in your mouth on the first bite. The flavor reminds me of a fragrant chicken kebab, but with light notes of sweetness in between. It also comes with a chunky peanut sauce (not included in the picture) that makes the taste even better.


Another favorite: Roti Cheese (Php 150) from Curry Flurry. I’ve had plain Roti Prata before that comes with Chicken Curry but this variation is just something else. This is great for snack and dessert because sandwiched in between the thin layers of roti are bits of melted cheese. Combine that with the sweetness of condensed milk when you dip it and it’s just snack nirvana. I think out of everything I ordered, this is the dish that got finished the fastest.


For dessert, we had Chendol (Php 200) from Sips, Sweets, and Snacks, the snack and dessert stall situated in the center of the food court. Like Mie Goreng, this Chendol is different from the one I had at Melaka circa 2013, but it’s just as delicious. It’s shaved ice topped with rice jelly, red beans, coconut milk, and palm sugar syrup. After mixing all the ingredients together, the taste started to remind me of something — ginataang halo-halo. It literally tasted like the iced version of this local dish, but I loved it all the same and I can only imagine how rewarding a bowl of Chendol is during a hot summer day.

All in all, dining in Makasuntra made me soooo happy. I love Malay cuisine for all its amazing spices and colors — it’s more pungent, yes, but incorporated in one dish are so many flavors that can thrill your taste buds. If you want to try something different for once, dine at Makasuntra, sample Malay food, and discover the art of eating.






Lately, my dreams have been filled with images of my lola. I love to think it’s really her visiting me in my sleep because I’m sentimental like that, even though at the back of my mind I know it’s probably because of me thinking of her – clinging to my memories of her – in my subconscious. It’s been months since I started dreaming of her. It’s also been months since she’s passed away. I don’t think I’ll ever stop dreaming of her.

I had plenty in the past few months, but last night is probably my favorite. Unlike the ones I had before, the lola in this one is the lola I grew up to and love to remember: healthy, happy, and smiling. Not that she wasn’t happy in my other dreams, but she was already thin, frayed, and looking like her sick self in those. This time, she looked like her ‘normal’; she looked like how she was when I was 13.

In my dream, lola was shouting at the gate; her loud, booming voice letting us know she was already home. I came rushing to her, just like the old times when she would come home from the supermarket and I would help her carry the groceries.

But in this setting, my lola just got discharged from the hospital. Nonetheless, she looked healthy and good, like she hadn’t been sick at all. We instantly served her food she loved. Everyone was gathered around the dining table, laughing and eating, happy to finally have her back home. She was smiling when she pinched my arm and told me, “Pumayat ka yata.” I remember smiling back and wanting to tell her “Tumaba ka, lola.”

Yet even then, I remember thinking about what would happen next. I remember worrying that she’d be gone soon, that I should spend time with her more, that this is all too good to be true.

And after that, I woke up from my dream and soon bursted into tears.

No matter how my dreams about my lola went, I always woke up crying.

It is not so much of a bad dream as it is of wanting to never wake up from that reality. At the end of the day, I’d always choose the reality where my lola is alive and with me, laughing and smiling.


My mother told she’s also been dreaming about my lola too. But her never dreams were always the same: my lola holding my hand, walking with me to somewhere she doesn’t know. Inaakay pa rin ako. Mom said it’s probably lola’s way of worrying about me, even in the afterlife.

I like to think it’s her picking me up from this reality and finally bringing me with her.






I want to say 2016 has been one hell of a messy roller coaster ride – ugly tears and snot and all – but it feels more like a peaceful swim gone haywire. When you’re simply floating, ready to let the waves take you wherever it feels, and before you know it you’re drowning and gasping for air. Morbid? Hey, it wasn’t  that bad.

2016 is the year you finally saw him in the flesh.That guy you’ve been fawning over for a year, waiting for the latest updates on what appears to be his colorful ~celebrity~ life, you finally saw him perform in front of you. He’s real, he’s alive. Muntik ka na nga duguin ‘te sa kagwapuhan ni kuya.  When you’re grey and old, remember the genuine happiness you felt every time you saw him succeed in doing what he does. There’s no harm in basking in someone’s happiness. If anything, it only proves you’re capable of liking someone selflessly.

2016 is the year you experienced what it feels like to be a fansite master. You were in an out-of-town concert coverage with no more than $60 on hand and you were anxious the whole time, afraid you’ll run out of cash by the time you get home. Yet all your worries went away when you saw how beautiful he plays, and you’ve never clicked on that camera shutter so fast. Your memory card was probably full of a thousand of his solo shots that night. He was mesmerizing in his craft.

2016 is the year you rediscovered the wonders of dancing. Nothing compares to the adrenaline you felt, dancing to Beyonce’s “Crazy In Love” with your people, uncoordinated limbs be damned. You’re not great, but you dance with all your might, especially when you know no one is watching because everyone is too busy having fun on their own. Who says you can’t turn up to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You?”

2016 is the year you experienced a massive loss. You saw it coming, but nothing can really prepare you when the time comes for you to say goodbye. But remember to celebrate her life, not how she died. Remember the memories she gave you, the wisdom she passed on to you. You wouldn’t be the person you are now if not for her. You still feel her in everything you do, right? People always laugh in disbelief whenever you tell them how she used to make you drink a glass of warm water infused with white flower oil to ease your stomach pain. But it worked, and you’re alive. You wouldn’t be as well-versed as you are now with the wonder food that is ube if not for her. You always scoff at white people and famous restaurants who try to use this in their desserts, thinking to yourself that they never get the authentic taste right. You would know, because you grew up grating the crop for her whenever she cooked it for the family. You would know, because you learned from the best ube purveyor you knew. You would know, because you learned from the best – you learned from your lola.

2016 is the year you found yourself in an industry you never thought you’d enter. You thought you’d be stuck in publishing your whole life, but guess what? It was never easy at the start, but you couldn’t be any more grateful, especially once you knew you’re in the company of the best people. The Buddha statue at the stairwell was the first sign but when they started calling you beshie? It’s like you hit jackpot. It’s important to get to do what you love, but I think it’s even more important to be surrounded with good people who do not only know how to do a good job, but can also offer you the gift of friendship. You’re lucky to have found people who get your humor. Cherish them.

There were many times in the past year where you felt like drowning – choking, even – without water nor a hand to suffocate you. But in the end, you managed to raise your head and rise above the water and look where you are now – swimming back to the shore. There’s no guarantee 2017 will be any better but always remember you’re not in this alone; you’re surrounded with good people who know how to swim. Learn from your mistakes and value the people around you. Embrace the new waves, wherever they take you. 

On fighting acne

It’s been months now since I started my medication for my current nemesis: acne. I’ve also been putting off writing my concurrent acne story for months now. I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t publish it unless my skin had completely cleared already so I would have a sufficient before and after photo for proof.

So why this post? My skin is still a far cry from being clear – my acne had gotten a lot better, sure, but I’m left with acne spots all over my chin. After stumbling upon this article though, I thought I shouldn’t wait any longer to share my own story in order to (hopefully) help people and prevent them from going through the same experience.

Before anything else, let me give a short background about my skin. I’ve always had an “average” oily skin type. “Average” in the sense that I get acne breakouts every now and then, but it has always just been little pimples that would go away after a week or two. Nothing too serious, although some have left nasty acne spots on my face, particularly on my left cheek. Still, they were nothing that a concealer couldn’t cover.

I began having really bad acne breakouts this year, sometime around July. My left cheek and chin were covered with red, painful acne and so was my right cheek as well – which, mind you – had never had pimples before.  Due to the nature of my profession, I know I always have to look my best and so for the first time in my life, I finally decided to visit a dermatologist and get proper treatment for my acne.

I was prescribed with anti-acne soap, oral antibiotics (tetracycline), acne solution, acne lotion, and a topical antibiotic which I had to use day and night, doing spot treatment on the affected areas on my face. All of these were exclusively available on the clinic of my dermatologist. I used this medication for almost a month and a half. My acne, particularly the ones on my chin, were finally beginning to heal when a week later, I noticed new ones growing on the same area again.

My horror story officially began from thereon. It was really frustrating to be on acne medication and see your acne begin to heal, only to have a new batch grow on your face again. Thinking it was the same kind of acne I had been experiencing for weeks, I continued to treat it with the same medication I had been using at the time. Little did I know that it was so much more than what I thought it was.

I began to suspect there was something wrong when the acne on my chin began to hurt. I had itchy acne before, but I never had painful acne, and I was sure it wasn’t supposed to hurt the same way mine did. It was so painful that I couldn’t sleep at night. Thinking it would heal faster, I tried to put warm compress on the affected area to make it pop. When I woke up the next day, my entire chin became more red and inflamed while having multiple pimples that are filled with blood and pus.

It was one of the worst work weeks of my life. I had to go to work with an acne-inflamed face and I was so ashamed that I began wearing face masks as well. I took comfort in the idea that some of my office mates initially thought that I’m simply sick, thus my mask. I continued my treatment along with the warm compress every night, hoping it would get better. However, things only seem to have gone for the worse when my chin started to throb painfully. It was too painful that it began bothering me at work – there were days where all I could utter was “My face hurts too much” to my office mates. I couldn’t bear it any longer so I decided to pay an overdue visit to the doctor. And boy, was I glad I did.

I went to a different dermatologist this time (my former derma was from the province, I currently live in Makati) and she told me that what I had back then was already infected acne. It was similar to impetigo contagiosa (mamaso  in Filipino), a bacterial skin infection that can be caused by  Streptococcus pyogenes or Staphylococcus aureus. I say similar because in retrospect, my derma didn’t warn me about the risk of infecting other people even though impetigo is highly contagious in nature. She also told me that it was a good thing that I decided to have a consultation right away because the infection that I had is dangerous and could spread to my bloodstream and affect my other organs.

For three weeks, I was prescribed to drink antibiotics 4x a day, cleanse my face with Cetaphil, put a sodium chloride solution to my chin (the same solution that hospitals use for wound irrigation) for 20 minutes, and apply Bactroban cream on the affected area afterwards. The treatment process was long, and I continued coming to work with a mask on, sometimes with only a gauze to cover my entire chin. It was so hard to eat, but what was even harder for me was having to face people and answering the inevitable question of “What happened to your face?”. I know they were only concerned about me, but I still felt really bad that it’s the first thing people notice and there was no other way for me to hide it. If only I could, I would’ve completely shut myself in our apartment and not go out AT ALL so people won’t have to deal with my nasty face and I won’t have to deal with curious stares from strangers on the street. But you know how the old saying goes: shit happens and life goes on. I can’t afford to lose my job, especially during the time where I needed it most to pay for my medical bills, so I continued coming to work, face mask and all with my tail between my legs.

After three weeks on intensive oral antibiotics and anti-bacterial cream, I went back to the derma and my medication shifted to complete anti-acne medication. My derma told me that she had to make sure the infection had completely gone away first before she could prescribe me anti-acne meds, which she noted are a lot more painful than my previous meds for impetigo. This time, I was prescribed to be on Doxicycline (oral antibiotics) for six weeks (which I have to drink twice a day), and to apply Benzoyl Peroxide (5%) cream during the day  and Tetrinoin Retin-A during the night. I was also advised to put on sunscreen with a SPF 30 during the day when I go out.


It’s been two weeks since I began this anti-acne medication and so far it has been super effective. In comparison to the first acne medication that I tried from my first dermatologist, I can say this one is a lot more effective, considering my acne have completely dried up in a span of only a week or so. However, as I mentioned earlier in this post, my skin is still a far cry from being completely clear: I still have acne spots on my entire chin area. They’re like a battle scar that I have to wear everyday, but the mere fact that my acne had already healed is comforting enough. It’s enough reassurance that while this is a long battle that I’m fighting, I’m not losing.

The whole experience was as painful as it is emotionally exhausting (I wrote about it here). I know I’m not pretty, but I don’t think I looked that bad either until I had my acne infection. I did not bother to put on makeup anymore because aside from not being allowed to, I just began to feel apathetic with my overall appearance at the time. Why bother putting on lipstick if I’m ugly anyway, right? It just felt wrong in all sense of the word. I knew putting down myself was not going to help  but I couldn’t help it at the time – my self-esteem was being torn apart.

Fast-forward to where I am now, I’m still on my way to conquering acne. I’ve yet to get rid of all of my acne spots but I’m getting there – I will be there. Plus, I can finally put makeup again – I can now hide my acne spots with concealer – and it’s enough to help me pick up my torn self-esteem and fix it again. But before I end this blog post, I also just want to share some of the lessons that I got from this entire experience. Some of these are tips you’ve already heard from known beauty experts but I just want to reiterate them, for my own reference as well.

1. See a dermatologist (or a doctor) as soon as you can.

Experience taught me that of the several things that you can put off, paying a visit to the doctor should not be one of them. In my case, what I initially thought was just a terrible breakout on my chin turned out to be a potentially harmful infection. Another reason why you should go straight to a dermatologist if you want to cure your acne as soon as possible is because sometimes generic topical treatments just won’t work.

Acne affects a lot of people but remember that acne treatment can still be a case-case basis as we all have different skin types. The facial cleanser that worked for a friend might not work for you simply because the cleanser is meant for dry skin (which she has) while you, on the other hand, have oily skin. When I told my first dermatologist of my skincare routine (cleanse, tone, and moisturize) at the time, I was surprised to be told that it’s not yet advisable for me to moisturize on a daily basis as my oil glands are still active at my age and are therefore enough to replenish moisture on my face. So taking into consideration that I already have oily skin, applying moisturizer to my face was a little too much and clogged my pores, which then resulted to acne. It’s always better to have an expert look at your skin and prescribe what works best for you rather than for you to play a guessing game.

2. Use gentle and non-comodegenic products.


If for some reason you can’t see a dermatologist when you’re having a breakout, don’t jump to the first anti-acne soap that you see right away. Instead, opt for gentle cleansers like Cetaphil. When it comes to your skin, remember that less is more. The less products that you apply to your skin, the more room you’re giving it to breathe. Again, all of us have different skin types and while anti-acne soaps/cleansers all have the same claim, a particular product might be too harsh for your skin type.

3. Hands off!

Keep your hands off your face as much as possible. Acne is caused by bacteria – and with our hands doing so much of our work for us – just imagine the amount of bacteria that thrives on your hands which you could be transferring to your face when you rub or scratch at your cheek. If you can’t help it, try to dab the itching area with a clean tissue instead or use the back of your hands/fingers as they are cleaner than your palms. Always wash your hands with an anti-bacterial soap, too.

4. Keep your hair away from your face.

You may not notice it but a lot of dirt also collects on your hair especially when you go out. Keep your hair away from your face to prevent additional bacteria from landing on your skin. When you go to sleep, tie it in a braid. Aside from doing your skin a favor, it will also help prevent you from having tangled, messy hair when you wake up.

5. Practice proper hygiene. 


Change your sheets and pillow cases on a weekly basis. Another culprit that might be contributing to your breakouts is the dirt that collected on your sheets, which you have to lie on when you sleep. If you can, put a clean towel on top of your pillow every night. This way, you can be assured that your face only comes in contact with clean material.

6. Use a clean paper towel to dry off your face.


Don’t use on your face the same bath towel that you use to dry off the other parts of your body with. After cleansing, pat dry your face with a clean paper towel instead.

7. Use a sunscreen!


As someone who lives in a tropical country, I think one thing that most of my people take for granted is the effect of UV rays. Just because you have enough melanin on your skin, it doesn’t mean that you’re completely safe from getting skin cancer. Skin cancer aside, another reason why you should put sunscreen when you go out especially if you’re currently suffering from acne is because it can trigger hyperpigmentation, which causes acne spots. I currently use Dermplus Moisturizing Sunblock with SPF 35. It’s highly recommended that you use a sunscreen with SPF 30 and up because it blocks 97% of the sun’s UV rays. After applying the sunblock on my face, I usually wait 30 minutes before I go out because that’s how long it takes for the skin to absorb the product and for it to fully take effect.


I’ll let you in on another tip. Most beauty websites advise you to only do spot treatment when you’re using Benzac or any other anti-acne product. That’s what I initially thought too but this is what my dermatologist advised me: apply it on your whole face.


The reason? You can’t predict where your acne will grow next so it’s always better to take preventive measures. What I do right now is I squeeze a pea-sized amount of Benzac (and Tretinoin during the night) onto my palm and apply that onto my entire face. I make sure to avoid the sides of my nose and my lips because those areas are extra sensitive and easily burns. During the first few days, both Benzac and Tretinoin REALLY stung for me (Benzac feels cold and nice to the touch but it starts to hurt when your skin absorbs it). But I learned that’s normal because my skin was still learning to adjust to the product. The pain eventually subsided on the following days. My derma also told me that if I thought the pain was really too much, I could alternate the application of the products and use them every other day.

So far, I haven’t grown a new, single pimple since the day I started this regimen. However, please take this with a grain of salt because your skin type might be entirely different than mine; I’m only sharing what works best for me at the moment. Acne is literally a long battle – the head of Philippine Dermatological Society (PDS), Ms. Blossom Chan once told us that acne treatment can take 1-4 months before you really start to get results. On that note, be patient, be brave, and remember that you’re not alone in this fight.