Crap, I don't understand too much of japanese.
Lately I've been watching Kdramas. I'm gonna finish watching My Lovely Sam Soon then I'm gonna watch Nobuta wa Produce again. It's a great drama! (^O^)/
So um this is a new story.. It's an Asian one.. So I like it alot.
Look at that girl, pretty isn’t she? That girl with half her body posted on that huge billboard on top of that famous shopping mall. With her overwhelming beauty, no wonder she’s there. Her fair skin, slim attracting figure, wide innocent blue eyes, long curling eyelashes dusting over her heart-shaped face with her blushing cheeks adding to her beauty. It’s sad that beauty of hers is just plastic. Fake, fake, and downright fake. Those are just layers of bullshit trying to attract men and make girls envy her. And yet, she’s successful in winning their hearts.
And here I am, leading a painful, sorrowful, almost non-existent life. Staring at the billboard of that pretty girl, becoming one of the girls envying her. I looked away, afraid I might start climbing to that billboard and claw her pretty face, even if it’s just a huge poster of her, not the real deal.
Really, what kind of plastic surgery did she go through?
In truth, she was my sister’s best friend. She wasn’t really beautiful, not that slim (maybe a few pounds added), and her eyes? They were pure Asian eyes. Black and dull. Her only attracting feature is her powerful top-notch voice. But now that she has struck herself a singing contract with a popular record company, they have since formed her into a beautiful swan that I can hardly recognize her.
Oh Gods of Beauty, the idea of plastic surgery shouldn’t exist if it means making those normal looking ones to envy the beautiful.
I looked at my watch. Late, again. Quickly I weaved my way through the afternoon crowd. After passing a few streets and alleys, I arrived at my workplace. A small café named Sunrise, Fun rise. Cheesy, I know. Because it’s located by a river which faces the sunrise. It opens at 7.30 in the morning, and closes at 10 at night. I’m lucky I secured myself the afternoon shift, which starts after school.
“Choy!! You’re late again! This is the second time this week! You’re fired the next time!” Shouted my