Come, traumatise me more!

Thrice today!

First, it was someone telling me what his 1st impression of me was when he got to know me. It was...I must be a havoc person who's a big time clubber, plus I look like the sort who will put on very thick make up. *pengz*

Michelle a big time clubber? I admit I went to clubs n pubs before, but my 10 fingers are more than enough to count the total number of times I been to one ever since years ago.

Thick make up? I don't apply the whole cake on my face either. My foundation always expires before I use half of it. Light yes, but thick...nahz..

The worse thing is he's not the first who thinks I must be a clubbing queen. Someone I knew in UK who knew I was attached then once told me his imagination of my bf must be a chiongster with spiky hair, leather jacket and driving a sports car since I look like a chiongster myself. Wah liew..since when I ever got attached to such a person?

I don't think I look like a chiongster manz, and I'm sure my other buddies will agree with me. Hor?

Second, another friend saw my baby pic on MSN and went "Hey, is that u? I didn't expect u to be cute when u were a baby". -.-

Manz, what was that supposed to mean ha? I'm not cute now, but am I that bad till one will think I was never cute ever since I was born. Erm..actually I was called "Ugly" from the day I was borned (even my Mum said I'm ugly), so............sigh!!!!!! Can u imagine how it would have broken my tiny fragile heart if I knew abt what ppl ard me said abt my looks before I could even talk and walk?

Third, the same person who saw my baby pic said I'm gonna be a preserved flower when I told him I'm withering soon since girls have limited youth. Aiyo....fair enuff that I'm gonna be left on the shelf, but is there a need to say I'm a preserved flower? "Preserved" sounds so....old and wrinkled...and caught between being alive (fresh flower) and dead (withered one).

Very mean right these ppl? :( Wah liew....