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“Look at the girl behind you!”Shaza’s eyes glittered with amazement.
I spun around and saw a tall fair girl with an hour-glass body shape, garbed with very tight gaudy dress.
“She is very beautiful!” her face creased with jealousy. “I wish I could be beautiful like her”.
I gawped at the so-called beautiful girl. Yes, I could not deny she was very stunning. Her skinny long legs, her flawless face and her voluptuous body attracted the eyes of men around here.
“Well, my perception of beauty is different”, I said nonchalantly while taking a sip of my Nescafe.
“Different?” She was nonplussed. “What do you mean?”
“The term beautiful in my dictionary is when a person still does good things to others even though people step him or her countless times, never had any grudges on others despite the ill-treatment and still curves a smile to such people”.
“That sounds an idiot to me”, she scoffed.
“No, that is the real beauty. It is perpetual and everlasting.Meanwhile, the fake one will only create a mirage as if it will last forever.”
I spun around and caught the so-called beautiful girl showed her middle finger at the old cleaning lady’s back.
I spun around and saw a tall fair girl with an hour-glass body shape, garbed with very tight gaudy dress.
“She is very beautiful!” her face creased with jealousy. “I wish I could be beautiful like her”.
I gawped at the so-called beautiful girl. Yes, I could not deny she was very stunning. Her skinny long legs, her flawless face and her voluptuous body attracted the eyes of men around here.
“Well, my perception of beauty is different”, I said nonchalantly while taking a sip of my Nescafe.
“Different?” She was nonplussed. “What do you mean?”
“The term beautiful in my dictionary is when a person still does good things to others even though people step him or her countless times, never had any grudges on others despite the ill-treatment and still curves a smile to such people”.
“That sounds an idiot to me”, she scoffed.
“No, that is the real beauty. It is perpetual and everlasting.Meanwhile, the fake one will only create a mirage as if it will last forever.”
I spun around and caught the so-called beautiful girl showed her middle finger at the old cleaning lady’s back.
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