Ugly Duckling

Boy was I an ugly teenager. Really. Seriously. I didn't realise how ugly (well, not at that age anyway). Yesterday when in my bro's room to get some tape I spied a large photo album on the floor. My kapoh auntie-ness urged me to go over and sneak a peek - slightly thrilled at the thought of possibly finding some pictures of my bro living the secret life of a cross-dresser, or maybe his selection of favourite porn film titles (and possibly a few old stains on some of his 'fav' pictures, wahaha). Anyway, all thoughts and anticipation of finding secret loot was immediately squashed just as Emily from the really bad 80's local tv series Masters of the Sea would in her infamous shrilly quote, "squashed....like a cockroach..". (Hey that series was really really bad, and most of us who've been around surely know the cockroach quote).

Now where was I? Oh yeah, pictures of myself, my ex and bro on holiday in Australia. Wah, I had forgotten about it, as in, I don't even remember making a trip there. The album reminded me that it was our 'yay we have graduated from poly' holiday,....you know, the holidays student take to celebrate end of school, and a new life dreaming of earning plenty of $$$$. Of course, 10 years from that dream, the realities of life tells us, there's no plenty $$$ to be had, because all $$$ spent on Tod's. Plus one does need to keep her job so she can feed her dogs.

Anyway, back to the album, the forgotten memories of 10yrs ago. Bro looked ok, ex bf looked ok, I looked like....the female version of bro (which doesn't say much for me, since bro wasn't a good looking boy). Wahlau eh, that hairstyle, that wavy look, that...that...that.....horrible dress sense (what in the world would possess me to dress like that! in ugly baggy t-shirt and jeans etc). Seriously though, the more I look at it, the more convinced I looked like taiwanese actor Lin Zhi Ying. No, not a compliment. Wait wait, as I type this now, I suddenly remember why I had ugly dress sense. The ex was pretty adamant about making sure my dressing does not attraction. One of the reasons I'm glad that relationship is over. *stick middle finger at him* (wherever he is now).

Ok, in summary, I was an ugly teenager. Con wouldn't date me then even if he had met me. Heck, I wouldn't even date myself if I looked like that. Yeeow. Thank goodness I'm sure I'm much better looking now. Quick check of my japan trip photos with YP eons ago confirmed I'm definitely prettier vs teenage years of before. Thank goodness, else I better contact famed plastic surgeon Woffles Wu and have him pull, stretch, and cut me into shape.