The Vanity of A Fake Smile.

Later this evening, I drowned my thoughts in one ludicrous question. 


"why can't I have an angelic smile?"

Berangan kejap.. =P

So I stood in front of my dressing mirror, spent about 10-15 minutes doing nothing but practicing my smile. I swear it was a lamentable decision I'd ever made today. 

I pouched my lips. I looked like a hussy.

I smiled with an 'elongated' chin. I looked like a desperate witch.

I did the flirty smile. "erk! who the heck is in the mirror?!"

I smirked at myself. It displayed sarcasm. 

I ... jhcr owhruy$^%^YHGF ?

As I was deliberately torturing my zygomatic major and orbicularis oculi muscles, I took a quick glance at the latest twitter update.

Yippe! Our team WON and I was like a dog with two tails! It was 'an Adele' to my ears!
What's more, he contributed 1 goal to the team (as he always did)! 


Like a lunatic woman, I jumped in a circle! 


After a few hoops, I paused when the mirror was right before my eyes. 


I witnessed a puzzled face broke gently into a smile. There were sparkles in her eyes.


 I saw me.


:)




Your smile embodies what you truly feel inside. It's an honest form of expression. You don't have to fake it, either when you're on or off the camera.

Bonne nuit.

Je t'aime <3