pretty?

i can never write stories. i keep trying but after the second paragraph, it's hasta la vista baby! i guess, that's because i just lack the patience and emotional capacity to actually write the whole thing. tried writing a love story today but i really can't bring myself to write mushy stuff, so... i'm back at square one. staring at my computer screen grumbling about my lack of story-writing skill

i was talking to a friend recently, telling him that i played squash for the first time.

friend: wa... somebody play lo

denise: huh... look down at me yea

friend: bet you got no strength to play

denise: ah fine.. look down on me will ya

friend: not looking down. but you're a pretty girl. i don't see how pretty girl can play

denise: omgosh! what an insult. but it was my first time playing. so obviously i wasn't good at it.

friend: that's why i say you're pretty. i don't see how you can play. and by the way, it's not an insult, i'm praising you.

so apparently pretty girls are only meant to be accessories. just like the mercedes c-class or the 22" sony plasma tv in your living room huh? just something to look at, to admire to brag about??? and who says girls who are "pretty" can't do anything else well except to look nice and think about boys/men all day.

besides, about half or more of women/girls here in malaysia itself are pretty (quoting from abstract figures). so, does it mean that the female population here is going to come to ruins? just because half or so of them can't do a thing well. or wait, did you say can't play a sport well too?

so what if i'm pretty? (*ahem* if you beg to differ, keep your opinions to yourself... )
it's not like looks will make me extremely smart, make money magically fall from the sky, give me an immediate promotion to a top job or have guys eating from the palms of my hand.
because as of now:
~ i have to work like a dog (hey, who says dogs work? my dog gives a whole new meaning to couch potato) to pass and do well in my studies.
~ there must be a drought here if money is supposed to fall from the sky.
~ unless i plan to seduce my boss or my superiors and spend my entire life labeled 'the office slut' i guess it's possible, though i hardly have the assets.
~ i'm still happily single. enough said.

so you see.... what's the point of being pretty? looks are just looks. they fade. and then you're no longer pretty. WAS but no longer IS.

as for me, i'd rather be called beautiful. because you have to earn it; the term beautiful. because it's more than just looks, it's deeper than it. to be called beautiful, a beautiful soul... now that's a real compliment.

[i'm allergic to chauvinistic males. just so you know]