Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Today my friend told me that she wanted to go to a specialist, consulting about her face skin, and she asked me to go with her. While waiting for her name to be called to see the doctor, I asked her why specialist? What's wrong with the usual face foam, the usual moisturizer and the skin care that we have in the market, that we can easily purchase at The Guardian or Watson? She said that her face was getting darker and her oily face was getting worse and the pimples kept on popping and her pores were getting bigger and her blackheads were everywhere. Her face skin was no longer suited with the usual daily skin care. So she decided to see a specialist, which of course, costs more cash.

I looked at her face. I stared at her. All I saw was a very fair, clean and beautiful face staring back at me. No pimples, no blackheads and no oily face that she claimed she has. I thought she has a very beautiful face. And she was so lucky to own that face. I told her that her face was fine, but she didn't believe that. 

While she was consulting with the specialist, I was sitting behind her, playing the Veggie Samurai game using her iPod. But actually I wasn't really chopping all those veggies, I was actually thinking. Why on Earth such a beautiful lady still thinks that she's not pretty? If she thinks that she's not pretty, then what am I?? And why on Earth such an ass face like me don't even care at all about this beauty thing? Yes, I just don't care and I think what I have is enough ( perasan dah cantik la tu. Ptuih ). With her, complaining about this and that, I started to think that she has everything compared to me. Pretty face? Checked. Tall and slender body? Checked. Smart brain? Checked. Caring parents? Checked. Money? No problemo. A steady boyfriend since high school who has a face like the CK underwear model ( but Kelate version, and a bit pendek ) whose studying oversea ( not 'across the sea' like me ) and planning to marry her sometime next year? Definitely checked. She has everything, why she has to be bothered about this tiny little face problem ( which I think absolutely not a problem at all )?

I came back home around 8pm. I directly went to stand in front of the mirror. Looking at my dull pale face. I touched my nose, and it left me an oily pointing finger. I tightened up my shirt, god, flabby was everywhere. I glanced at my phone. No messages from my parents. I even forgot when was the last time I got an sms from them. I looked back at the mirror. I saw a big L on my forehead...

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