Your Questions About How To Make Your Face Look Clean And Clear

How can I get rid of my blackheads?

Yes, I realize that theres no way I can permanently get rid of my pores or anything.

I use an extractor to get rid of blackheads and stuff and it works pretty well but I wish I didn’t have to put forth so much effort to rid my face of them. I’ve tried Clean & Clear Blackhead Scrub and that did just about nothing. And those blackhead strips just make your pores look even bigger. Anything I should consider or should I just return to by tedious routine of extracting them?

will I EVER GET A FRIEND LIKE HER? (please read the beautiful story)

My wife called, ‘How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you
come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter,
Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of
her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite
intelligent for her age.

I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling, why don’t
you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear’.

Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.
‘Ok, Dad. I will eat – not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this.
But, you should…’ Sindu hesitated. ‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice,
will you give me whatever I ask for?’

‘Promise’. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with
mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. ‘Sindu, dear,
you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.
Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?’

‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’. Slowly and painfully, she
finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and
my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with
expectation. All our attention was on her.

‘Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.

‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head shaved off?
Impossible!’

‘Never in our family!’ My mother rasped. ‘She has been watching too
much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV
programs!’

‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad
seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’

‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I tried
to plead with her.

‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’.
Sindu was in tears. ‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.
Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story ofKing Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no
matter what?’

It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’

‘Are you out of your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife.

‘No. If we go back on ourpromises, she will never learn to honour her
own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes
looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to
watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around
and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car,
and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’ What struck me was the
hairless head of that boy. ‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.

‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!’ Without introducing herself,
a lady got out of the car, and continued, ‘that boy who is walking
along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from…
leukemia’. She paused to muffle her sobs. ‘Harish could not attend the
school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the
side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the
unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last
week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I
never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’

I stood transfixed and then, I wept. ‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!’

The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own
terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!

—friends are friends—
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Gates To Heaven?

Bill Gates suddenly dies and finds himself face to face with God. God stood over Bill Gates and said, “Well Bill, I’m really confused on this one. It’s a tough decision; I’m not sure whether to send you to Heaven or Hell. After all, you helped society enormously by putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet you also created that ghastly Windows ’95 among other indiscretions. I believe I’ll do something I’ve never done before; I’ll let you decide where you want to go.”

Bill pushed up his glasses, looked up at God and replied, “Could you briefly explain the difference between the two?” Looking slightly puzzled, God said, “Better yet, why don’t I let you visit both places briefly, then you can make your decision. Which do you choose to see first, Heaven or Hell?”

Bill played with his pocket protector for a moment, then looked back at God and said, “I think I’ll try Hell first.” So, with a flash of lightning and a cloud of smoke, Bill Gates went to Hell.

When he materialized in Hell, Bill looked around. It was a beautiful and clean place, a bit warm, with sandy beaches and tall mountains, clear skies, pristine water, and beautiful women frolicking about. A smile came across Bill’s face as he took in a deep breath of the clean air. “This is great,” he thought, “if this is Hell, I can’t wait to see heaven.”

Within seconds of his thought, another flash of lightning and a cloud of smoke appeared, and Bill was off to Heaven. Heaven was a place high above the clouds, where angels were drifting about playing their harps and singing in a beautiful chorus. It was a very nice place, Bill thought, but not as enticing as Hell.

Bill looked up, cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled for God and Bill Gates was sent to Hell for eternity.

Time passed, and God decided to check on the late billionaire to see how he was progressing in Hell. When he got there, he found Bill Gates shackled to a wall in a dark cave amid bone thin men and tongues of fire, being burned and tortured by demons.

“So, how is everything going?” God asked.

Bill responded with a crackling voice filled with anguish and disappointment, “This is awful! It’s nothing like the Hell I visited the first time!! I can’t believe this is happening! What happened to the other place….with the beaches and the mountains and the beautiful women?

“That was the demo,” replied God.