Panda

I never noticed them before. There were times when I looked at myself in the mirror and exclaimed "Hmm.. maybe I'm tired. They will dissapear tomorrow."

Although repeatedly accused of being vain, truth be told, I don't look at myself in the mirror regularly. I brush my teeth in the shower while humming an Enya hymn. I shave once a month. That's about it.

Yesterday, I decided to shave to get rid of my patches of prickly facial hair (I'm still under developed in that department). As I put on a playful handful of shaving foam on my face, I examined my face's every crook and cranny. Pores getting smaller, expected. Jaws getting wider, hereditary. White hair here and there, whatever. And then I saw them: the very instrument used to make this observation possible. Omg, panda mana sesat ni?

The snow white foam contrasted a dark sinewy shade below my eyes. But this time, the dark circles were darker than ever. I grabbed my Enya playing phone and took quick shot:

I'm not seeing things anymore. These panda eyes are legit. I got proof.

Okay, so I might have put on a little bit too much shaving foam. I heard shaving foam can stimulate facial hair growth. (No harm in trying)

I googled Panda Eyes and compiled all the tips and medication to get rid of them. Some websites claims that panda eyes are hereditary, which I quickly dismiss as a presumptious theory.

So mission baru bulan depan: MISI MENGHAPUSKAN PANDA.

Not exactly a WWF friendly mission but it has to be done, or else PANDAMONIUM will commence. Yeahh... lameness personafied...