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If you’ve been reading my blog for quite some time, you would know that I’m not a huge fan of whitening products. Sure, I use them but not because I want whiter skin. For example, I use the Belo Whitening Lotion because it’s not sticky and it’s non-greasy. My skin absorbs it very well. I also use the St. Ives lotions but I only buy them when budget permits so the Belo lotion is my alternative.

I bought the Kojie San Dream White because of that 60 only sign. But before I bought this, I asked my friend Kitten if this was a good soap. She’s the whitening expert, you know. There are 2 small soaps inside the box. I haven’t done any calculations yet but I’m betting that this is actually more expensive than the full size version. I like my bar soaps to run out fast so I chose this one.

I love this soap. I don’t know about the whitening and anti-aging properties but I know it smells great and it moisturizes my skin. And it doesn’t give me any allergies or make my skin itch after bathing. It also builds up into a good lather unlike other bar soaps. That’s enough reason for me to keep hoarding. Yes, I am also slowly building a stockpile for this soap. We currently have 5 boxes in storage.  My goal is to have enough to last me until the end of the year.

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  1. super affordable for the quantity no? :)i have the papaya one hehe.
    ❤ misskatv.com

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    1. Yes! I think 30 pesos for two weeks (probably more) is not bad!

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  2. My cousin actually uses this soap and she said its great for her skin since she has sensitive skin.. ^^

    xx Alice

    www.photoescape06.blogspot.com

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    1. So I guess it's really good for sensitive skin! Thanks for that Alice! = )

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