My 20-day-old moustache is starting to itch lately.
And lots of people have already advised me to shave it off.
Which I will do soon anyways, in just 10 days more.
So, this year marks the third year I participate in Movember. At the end of which, I always ended up looking like a guy who tried to grow his moustache somewhat halfheartedly. Although it's actually closer to unsuccessfully.
'Coz I always do it wholeheartedly, darn it.
I resist 20 days of itchiness, of the urges to get clean-shaven and be better looking. Sorta.
I steel myself against constructive criticism of my moustache, and put on a deaf ear.
I swallow the fact that my girls run away from my itchy kisses.
All to show support for my fellow brethren.
Still, for all of my good intentions, my moustache usually does its own thing, just to prove a point and stick its autonomous independence on me.
Its M.O. is usually a rapid growth spurt for the first week. Followed by a 3 weeks break in which it seems to hibernate and stop any growth efforts whatsoever, creating its signature lazy-ass moustache look. And then closed off with 2 days of cram-growth session, finishing in a Tom Selleck reject style. Or perhaps Burt Reynolds reject. I always have a hard time differentiating the 2.
Although some kind souls have said that by the end of November, I sorta look like a bashed-up version of Fachry Albar. When viewed through a squint. With dim lighting. Aided by alcohol.
Still, you don't see Hitler complaining to his moustache, so I guess I shouldn't either. In fact, I shall wear it with pride.
And to those of you who invite me to events this November, brace yourselves. My stache is coming.
PS - To those of you unfamiliar with Movember, here's a wiki link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Movember
