If you’re reading this post off my blog in its truest form, you’re a champion in spirit because you seek the truth.
But before I get to explaining why, allow me to put my hands together, close my eyes and say thank you to everyone who has helped me in any way, in ways you probably didn’t know had a direct or indirect effect on my healing.
I’m sure you already understand my true intentions, but I have to repeat that all I wanted to do was document this terrible experience on my blog, and let my readers know how detrimental the effects of a facial, improper treatment and use of unsuitable products.
And then KABOOMZ!!! Share pandemonium broke out.
I must be the luckiest person who has ever had a skin allergy. *throws confetti into air
One with effects so severe my story has been published on platforms I never imagined Bun Bun Makeup Tips getting on – Huffington Post, Daily Mail, Buzzfeed, Reddit, Lian He Wan Bao, AsiaOne, Yahoo News, and thousands of big and small sites, blogs and social media channels. I didn’t – and still don’t – feel comfortable granting live interviews so even though I was ecstatic that Good Morning America, Huffington Post, RazorTV, etc asked if I could make an appearance, I… just couldn’t face the world. (Some people said they’ll help send my story to Ellen and Dr Oz. Lol.)
Contrary to what some haters are saying, there definitely wasn’t a moment where I thought ‘Hey! Let’s write a story that would go viral. I’m gonna get rich. I’m gonna get famous’.
NEVER.
When I wrote the first post describing the explosion of nonsense on my skin, I felt my world crumbling. The crippling fear of not knowing whether I would ever look the same again, the thoughts of being scarred for infinity and my hobby/career facing a full stop was overwhelming. I could feel the light bulb in me diminishing…
Let me remind you this was how I looked.
My chin. OMFG. >.<”
But through the sharing of my story, I have come to personally experience the true human spirit and am humbled and touched by everyone who has opened their hearts and given me warmth. I imagine you taking a fraction of your heart and say “Here Bun, you have my love”.
To be showered daily with so much love, from all over the world, from people from all walks of life, for all these, I’m immensely and eternally grateful.
I Was Never Alone
Holding my hand through this painful (and itchy) journey are my family, Mr Mode, friends, and all of you reading this.
To see a daughter go to bed one night, wake up the next morning with symptoms of something terrifying, and then having every inch of her face filled with greenish-yellow pus in a few days, must have broken any mother’s heart. I tried to hide my sorrow from my mother, but you see, I’m really bad at hiding my feelings. WYSIWYG. Haha.
One afternoon when I was napping from the effects of drowsy medicine, I awoke to some clanking sound. Mummy was climbing onto my bed with a cup containing a can of coconut water (so that I wouldn’t have to hold the icy can in my hand).
Me: Wah, feels like I’m on holiday. Can wake up to room service and coconut water. =)
Mum: I cannot bring coconut trees or a nice breeze to you, but I can bring you coconut water. Good enough.
Just so you know: On one of the occasions I was at Salon Vim, Gary told me that hair, even without any chemical infusion, requires occasional treatments to combat the damage acquired from products and environmental factors, and bring back shine and volume. So if you’ve dyed your hair, shouldn’t your hair be given even more tender loving care? 
