First time for everything

Let’s be honest. It’s been 25 years and face problem has never been an issue for me, literally. I mean, thank God because I seldom fret over what’s popping out of my face. I say seldom because there were times that I fret over some minute little dots on the face, and it was probably when I had chicken pox.

But. A few weeks ago I happened to stare into a mirror in a brightly lit environment, and to my horror, I thought I had hair growing out of my cheek. Yeap the blackheads were so bad it seems like tiny hairs crawling out from beneath my pores.

Paranoid, I quickly sought out a place where I can remove them – facial treatment. To be fair, I have no expectations of what it’s going to be like. I know that they clear pimples, acnes and just about whatever that grows abnormally on your face, but going through it was a revelation.

It was a revelation of pain. I had no idea how much I tear and sneeze when the black hairs are being squeezed out of my pores. But at the end of the day, it really felt very clean, and all was well.

I figured that at this rate, I’d only need another facial when I’m 50 years old, so it’s a pretty worthwhile investment HAHA.