While flipping through a fashion mag just now, a thought crossed my mind.
Hmm…maybe it’s time I start getting facials. To many, this will draw a huh? What do ya mean? You never got one done before?
Well, yes. And I’m kinda weirdly proud that this face is still kept relatively well (ahem!) without a salon facial which I’ve been religiously keeping myself away from. Oh hell ya, I’m damn scared of these establishments pushing packages & god damn it expensive products to you.
But I think the recent reunion of my secondary school with the gals revealed that I may be probably the last female species who hasn’t let a ‘beautician’ touch her face. A facial virgin, you might say.
And erm, I kinda feel, is there anything I’m missing?
Hell, maybe it’s the not so funny laugh lines that I’ve noticed getting deeper, and the forehead frown lines (courtesy of Coconect) which got me frowning more…
But I definitely think that vanity is catching up with my age…or is it the other way around?…