That is all there is to it

That pretty face, and how her smile blows you awhile while your eyes trace along her curves and wishes you could date someone like her.

The sleek hair he'd got while he walked down the dance floor with swag, effortlessly dodging the crowd.

We always judge the books by the cover, chasing faces affixing them together with a pretty back story to them in our mind or telling ourselves they're nice people and what nots.

People say that the body is simply the vessel to the soul. A lump of flesh that contained who you are, what you experienced, a collection of what could possibly make you unique and different among many others.

However, you could say, the attractive people are living life in "Easy" mode. That, I would no doubt have to agree. Amongst my people watching chronicles, or just by simply observing my attractive friends. They got what they want; they could mesmerize rich guys or impress the prettiest girls in club. But isn't that all that they can do? From the appearance that is. At the end of the day, they're still like everyone else. Beneath that pretty face, apart from the shallow ones, minus the happy go luckies. I'd seen deep ones who're so lonely and scared. The people who don't even know who are the real friends. Are they there for me because I'm attractive? What if I'm not? What if she's here just because I'm rich? Why are they taking favors?

At the end of the day, physical appearance only matter "that" much. Like how grooming and cleanliness mattered. You wouldn't want to turn up on a date with slippers and a loose collar tee right? What we really need is people who really loves us, respect us for who we are. People we're comfortable to be ourselves with, we can be real with, amidst from all the stereotypical minions that'd been mold and formed by the society. So at the very least, learn to love yourself (ditch that loose collar tee please), be yourself and you would meet others who love you the way you are.

Whether are you attractive, it is all that is inside that matter.

Yes it could be an excellent marketing campaign, but when people open up the packaging...

That, really is all there is to it.

Isn't it?

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I shouldn't even be writing this...

I shouldn't even be writing this...

After a series of back spaces, closing and opening of my word document, I'm still staring blankly at the bright white sheet which stares straight back at me.

I took a sip at my mocha while I take a look around the crowd in the comfort of Cineleisure's Starbucks.

As for what I made is only based on my assumptions and observations, for people watching is what I do to pass time.

That girl must have left after doing her virtual rounds of online shopping. Late dinner I guess. She seemed to be sitting there for quite some time, credit card out, probably only to camp for the 7pm release of the new collection.

Bunch of cheapo students are still hogging onto 2 round tables with only 3 drinks. And how dare they pass off the leftovers left by the previous customers as theirs.

3 dudes sniggering, heads hovering over a phone. Probably on Tinder.

A guy and a girl walk in towards the counter, ordering their drinks separately, with the guy standing at the back, hands in his pocket trying to be as gentlemanly as possible. While the girl sub consciously kicked up one of her legs while ordering.

The 3 dudes turn heads and elbowed each other, nudging and sniggering as if they can't be more obvious.

"Right lah, this one swipe right. Chio sia" (i knew it)

"The guy lucky only"

Tsk. They aren't even together.

After the guy ordered his drink, they stood awkwardly at the other side, while the guy speaks with his hand scratching his head. I would love to help, but I'm probably too caught up with people watching.

I dart my eyes out to the smoking area outside as I could hear the sound of the chatter streaming in from the sides.

"Eh, smoke bo jio?!" a guy in office wear shouted as he brisk walked over towards the group of corporate smokers.

I couldn't hear what comes after, but what it seems like are a series of vulgarities hurdled towards his boss.

They finally got their drink, and they sat opposite each other. I could see the guy trying really hard to stand out of the lines of the friendzone while she speak and play with the extra straws that she took to keep her hands busy.

Smoke coming from behind me?

I knew it, it must be one of those much of lazy fuckers who're too lazy to walk out to take a puff.

I would do this too anyway if i have a pack with me now.

If only I'm in Korea. God, i really miss Korea. The cafes there come with smoking area.

And the cigarettes there are fucking cheap.

I looked at the Korea write up that I'd been pushing off for a month.

Fuck it.

I looked back at the 3 guys who're looking out at the bunch of CHIJ girls who're strolling towards SCAPE. If only they knew that they would turn materialistic once they grew up. This is how society shaped the most of us isn't it? They looked pretty much the same though, hooked hands, walking as if they're out from gossip girls. Chasing reality flicks and trying to be cool. They still have a long way to go though I admit the one in the middle would definitely grow to be a head turner.

My phone vibrated & the notification pans out, stating that I'd got a match.

Sorry I didn't say I'm any much different.

"omgosh, it seems like we're a match"

"it is, heh. Nice to know you(:"

"my first time here though, didn't know i'll get a match so fast >_<"

"I should be a one feeling thankful though, for being matched with such a pretty face"

I couldn't read out the rest of the mushy, cliche messages which i use to reel them in,

The conversation drones on while I looked around, while typing occasionally.

"okay lah, have to go liao kin kin, movie starting already"

"later if got chio bu let me sit inside leh"

The 3 guys left, my money is on Hercules.

The guy-girl friends are still there, talking. The girl seems to be pouring her heart out though. Just break up? Or on the verge of doing so?

That guy didn't look so bad though, upon a closer inspection of his fashion sense and looks. I'm secretly rooting for the guy as he seems to be cheering her up.

Cheapo Students still here, nothing exciting. Bunch of Caucasians who prefer their coffee to go,

And a group of noisy chics who just walked in.

"what drink you ordering?"

"what size ah?"

"venti ah?"

"venti too big la, i jian fei leh"

"arbo we order big one then share la, cheaper also leh"

I won't get myself bothered by a bunches of 5s & 6s. But they're still interesting to watch. Talking loudly, armed with ridiculously gigantic iPhone cases which probably couldn't even fit into their back pocket. I wish at least their delicate brains would remind them to take their phone after puking over the toilet bowl in the club later. Ladies night.

Whoever's smoking behind me is trying to cook something I'm sure.

Or was he/she trying to burn something for this special festive month of the year.

Hey dude, wait, no, don't take watch a YouTube video with her on your phone.

Fuck, you just ruined it. I could see how he tries to move the phone to the middle and gives all of us a free showcase of the latest KPop song. You should go for something funny instead lah walao...

The vibrations on my phone jot me back before I could comment any further.

"then you leh? never go happening?"

"i thought it's the time of your week today? Ladies night, never go pick up yan dao ah?"

"dont have leh, no friends to go with also"

"need a wing man anot? i very brother one, u tell me who you like, i confirm help you get"

I smiled to myself as I typed that one out. Fuck, I'm my own fucking wingman. (self-five)

"hahas sure anot, then i also very sister one, if you see anyone you like, i help you get also"

(girls who laugh with an S. is an Ass)

"sure, sure. Friends help each other out what, don't they? :3"

(I even threw in an emoticon for good measure)

"okay okay. I'll see you outside Zouk at 10? I now nothing to do also. We can go get some cheap drinks from holiday inn to drink then we go in ah"

"okok can, I'll see you there in abit"

"okay, I dont use tinder often, so anything u can text/whatsapp me @ 9XXXXXXX"

I saved her number immediately and spam refresh on my whatsapp until her display photo came up.

Not that bad, together with her face shots from tinder, she could very well be a high 7. Or maybe an 8 if she can hold a conversation.

Seems like i got myself someone for tonight.

I closed the lid of my macbook, and I took a glance at the bunch of smokers behind me before I head towards to meet my target.