Because I'm...

worth it.


As I walked into the convention centre, I tried to avoid eye-contact with anyone. I could imagine the questions that would be asked, but I hadn't thought of an answer that could explain the situation.

Avoiding people was quite impossible, and the questions rained in.

"Hey... you look like didn't sleep last night... you ok?"

"Yea, yea, late night..."

"Have you been crying?"

"Haha... of course not..."

"You ok?? Anything bothering you?"

Sigh. This is crazy.

You see, I've been shaving since I was, 18? Yea, therabouts. I therefore have a habit of lathering shaving cream all over my chin and face, and manouevering the blades, so on and so forth to get that close shave feeling.

This time, a close family friend gave me a cream that she said would do wonders for the dark circles that have been forming around my eyes.

You guessed it. I went to bed one night, having generously lathered the area around my eyes with this miraculous cream. I was a bit perplexed though that it came in such a tiny container, 3.5ml to be precise. Wouldn't last me three days, I thought to myself. Went to bed, happy that miracle cream was doing what it should.

Woke up the next morning, with the area around my eyes feeling supple. Hmmm...

Went to the mirror and oh my god my eyes were so puffed up it wasn't funny. I tried to depuff my eyes with my fingers, but it didn't work.

I stood there staring at my eyes... wondering what the heck was I thinking.

Maybe that's why the container was so small, you twit.

And I had to go to work in a short while. How could I possibly explain this?

Man... that's the problem. Being a man.

The good thing to come out of all this - the ephipany.

I now understand completely when ladies have those mornings. I never understood the 'bad hair day' phenomena, but now, I get it. It can happen to even the best of us. I emphatise with you, girlfriends.

To all the ladies out there, I have stopped laughing.