I took my make-up kit hidden below my bed and looked at the human-sized mirror opposite my deathbed. I frowned...and again the attack of depression struck. I counted the ugly red monsters dominating my face. I stopped counting; they are too many. Too many...I gave out a sigh. I stared at my reflection, stared at my enemies, cursing them, cursing myself.

I glanced at the clock, 5:29 am. I opened my make-up kit, took the moisturizer and applied it to my whole face. I

I looked at the giant clock at the city hall, 9:25 am. I have been wondering around the streets for about an hour. The thought of the tragedy that had just happened replays in my head continuously... "Monzon, your late again." the familiar voice told me. It was my office mate Zandro. I turned around, did not say a word and head to my cubicle. "Monzon," he said again w/ a sound of Christmas in his voice. "The boss wants to talk to you."

did the same w/ the stick foundation. Then I took my face powder and powder brush. Staring at myself, I dabbed the brush repeatedly in the compact and repeatedly I brushed it in my face, repeatedly until every red stint are concealed. I smiled. Then I started fixing my hair. I glanced at the clock and got shocked, 7:01 am. The thought of being

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