Breakfast and The Mirror

One o'clock in the afternoon when I actually rose from my throne.

In front of the half-body mirror I smiled proudly, beaming like a young employee. Admiring the texture of my moist skin and supple cheeks like puffing out chests is the main duty of every day in a dream. But strangely from all parts of my body only my cheeks that look fat and plump.

" Awwww...!! How beautiful I am... Hahaha.."

With scattered hair, as if surprised to see my own face while smiling a spoiled smile and red cheeks flushed like Fuji apples.

I must have sounded really crazy when I said that spell. No wonder no one wants to be friends with this show. They were right, I really was as elegant as Juliet.

" Ahhh... Go on, I don't need you guys to read, o common people "

Strolling coquettishly like a noble, I wash my face, as usual brushing my teeth is just the end. Singing and dancing the Korean style took me to the cleanest kitchen in the world. I love my kitchen which is no bigger than this toilet.

Being poor doesn't beat my ego, I just eat what I want even if it's cheap supermarket food and that's all.

A bowl of instant noodles made in Indonesia with this geprek chicken flavor, I poured it into an aluminum foil bowl, then I mixed a raw egg on top which immediately disappeared, splitting between the bones and the joints of the noodles were still hot, then I scraped the remaining piece of mozzarella, back and forth over the iron small holes and many, that don't even have handles anymore. Three minutes passed when the oven beeped and emitted a sweet smell that filled the room.

Forty-five minutes of meditation in order to cleanse the soul and body, as well as the fast system so that it is enough not to bathe in the next week.

The thing I'm most proud of is our country's makeup. It only takes a few lipsticks, not because of tradition, because it's really pocket-friendly.

Once again, to be honest repeatedly, I praise my face that has been bruised and scratched by lipstick.

I pulled a few strands of front hair back and tied it with a faded red rose-patterned scarf and the rest I let loose limply scattered between my ears and neck.

Sharpen your eyes, cool your face and pose like a fashion magazine model. Don't forget to pull out a luxury bag like no other, because there's nothing else, which adds to my style arrogance. The cropped suit in pastel green and the pair's skirt always manages to fake my status.

" Ohhhh juliet, you are indeed born royalty, but meet me with my rich romeo oh god .."

That's how I constantly babbled my amazement anytime.