Pretties

Not referring to Scott Westerfeld's Pretties--a novel I have yet to read.

I just want to blog about what's been in my head all day today--besides my Physics lab report and what seems to be perpetual sluggishness--pretty people. Sooooo there's this female lecturer who's a substitute for my real Physics Lab lecturer since the actual person is on pregnancy leave. I saw her today for the second time this week (the first was during class--duh) to hand in my group's lab report and as soon as I stepped into her room and took one look at her, I went "WOW" in my head. Why?

BECAUSE SHE LOOKED SO PRETTY. A few days ago in the lab, she didn't look very appealing. I think it's because she had her long, lustrous, straight hair down. There were also a pair of spectacles on her face. Some people don't look good with glasses on but this woman--wow OK just W-O-W. I've never her smile yet but she's already beautiful without its help. It was just quite a shock to me to see her as OK-looking then a few days later, ka-boom, her looks are way above average. Once I emerged from her office with the door closed (I think), I blurted out to my friend, "Eh cantik gila cikgu tuuuuu." (Notice the usage of "cikgu" instead of "Miss" or "Mdm" "Ma'am" or whatever the students use to address the lecturers here. Not used to calling them differently yet.) I guess my pal wasn't as mindblown as I was since she didn't give a lively enough respond. I just felt--uh, attracted to her looks, I guess. Not physically or sexually attracted (astaghfirullah) just drawn. Like how I feel when I see pretty KPop girl group members. Or IU. Or Kristen Stewart. Or Emma Watson. Or Jennifer Lawrence. Or Anne Hathaway. Or--you get the idea. The list could just go on and on especially if I start elaborating on "KPop girl group members". You'd probably never see the end of it. It's the state of being attracted while tinged with admiration. You know, when you look at someone and wish you could have a share of that beauty.

There's actually a beautiful guy in my class. In my point of view, a lot of guys can be rather handsome but not all of them can be beautiful. So since I described this guy as "beautiful", that means he's absolutely great-looking. Really guhrr-rreaatttt. When I steal glances at him, I find myself making a mental analysis of his whole face; his features, and the thoughts are just unstoppable like the flow of a waterfall: "Oh wow, look at those prominent cheekbones. Oooo those pretty eyelashes resting on those cheekbones. Woooohhhh his face is so beautifully angular wooowwwwww Just look at his nose waaaahhhh..." Then I stop myself because if I don't, I'll just think about that face the whole day just like how I did with Miss Makmal Fizik. I don't think that much about this lad's face since he looks terrific every day, unlike Miss Makmal Fizik who suddenly looked unexpectedly, completely gorgeous today. On the rare occasions of us communicating in a multi-sentence conversation, I try not to really look at him as I can't look straight at people who I think are "way above average" (on my scale since beauty is within the eyes of the beholder) unless I'm already used to being around them. My eyes just savour their faces and I'd end up remembering how pretty they all look.

Sheesh it's a good thing the cute guy I spotted since orientation week wasn't in sight. If he was, more pretty people would cast my mind in a pretty daze.

Sorry if I sound like I've never seen anybody pretty in life. It's just that my eyes feast upon pretty people. Especially the utterly gorgeous ones. They're really tantalizing dishes for these pair of eyes. I don't really think of them but when I see them, that's a different story. It's like longing for chocolates and actually eating one. I can't come up with a better analogy. Food's the best one I've got right now.