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Dec. 26th, 2005 01:08 amright, I just realised why my maternal unit nags me so much.
I'm a tomboy.
She's disappointed that I'm not very feminine.
Dad let it slip a couple of days ago that she refused to let me take up Karate classes as a child that was offered in school because it was and I quote 'not lady-like'.
which explains why I wasn't sent to a Chinese school(which is typically co-ed) and instead to an all-girls school. might have to do with the fact that I hung out with mostly boys and 2 girls in kindergarten. of course, there was the time at Robert's birthday party and he wouldn't let me play with his toy robot. I do remember complaining to the maternal unit and being told that girls are NOT supposed to play with cars or robots.
pity getting sent to an all-girls school had a more reversed effect. since it is all-girls, someone had to take over the male role and that was us tomboys. sure, i was kinda shy and scared, but i prefered playing with toy cars and robots and pretend fighting. someone still had to carry heavy wooden tables and chairs all up and down stairs anyways, and it wasn't going to be the teachers.
sure, she stuffed me into girly dresses with lots of lace and ribbons and...well....think gothic lolita cept with more colours. pity, i couldn't sit still and ran up and down and everywhere exploring and generally not caring if everyone got a pantyshot(hey, i was a kid. it didn't seem to be a big deal).
I suppose this is what happens when your parents fervently wished for a boy and got a girl instead. They got a tomboy instead.
Barbies were a curious fascination to me. I much prefer Lego or toy cars or robots....heck, I found my crawling G.I. Joe toy more fascinating than a baby doll someone gave me. I only bought a Polly Pocket because it was cute. of course, the whole room setup made it easier to play pretend rather than me having to build more Lego rooms on my lazy days.
I do enjoy shopping for clothes but my sense of style is much more unconventional than the generic crap I find in stores. I mean really, nearly every girl is wearing peasant skirts nowadays. how blase. *gags* the real fashion makers aren't wearing them like in the magazines or they've altered them by now. and just because I wear t-shirts most of the time doesn't mean I have no fashion sense. they happen to have one of a kind designs and my body shape prevents me from finding a pair of hip hugger jeans that actually FIT. and my shoe preference runs within the vein of strappy one inch heels, cool gothic boots that are preferably steel capped, combat boots, sandals(which I compromised by finding a pair that is femmy enough) and one pair of sneakers that'll last me years.
I'm sorry if I don't feel like squishing my feet into a tight pair of pointed shoes. I mean, no offense to the people who like them, but they're not my favourite and I find them extremely painful. I usually end up with blisters which take a whole week to heal. I salute you for wearing those the whole day with a smile though.
all in all, she's disappointed in me. as in, i'm not the perfect daughter she had in mind. I don't mind wearing make-up, skirt n heels now and then but she can't expect me to just stay home like a 'good little girl' *barfs* and be the perfect wife and shit like that.
I can't just stay home, I have the attention span of a fly and get bored very easily.
I am not bothered with her disappointment because I do like the way I am although the way she treats me sometimes makes me want to just strangle her. or hit her. I don't though. the consequences are just too...well....you know.....
I'm a tomboy.
She's disappointed that I'm not very feminine.
Dad let it slip a couple of days ago that she refused to let me take up Karate classes as a child that was offered in school because it was and I quote 'not lady-like'.
which explains why I wasn't sent to a Chinese school(which is typically co-ed) and instead to an all-girls school. might have to do with the fact that I hung out with mostly boys and 2 girls in kindergarten. of course, there was the time at Robert's birthday party and he wouldn't let me play with his toy robot. I do remember complaining to the maternal unit and being told that girls are NOT supposed to play with cars or robots.
pity getting sent to an all-girls school had a more reversed effect. since it is all-girls, someone had to take over the male role and that was us tomboys. sure, i was kinda shy and scared, but i prefered playing with toy cars and robots and pretend fighting. someone still had to carry heavy wooden tables and chairs all up and down stairs anyways, and it wasn't going to be the teachers.
sure, she stuffed me into girly dresses with lots of lace and ribbons and...well....think gothic lolita cept with more colours. pity, i couldn't sit still and ran up and down and everywhere exploring and generally not caring if everyone got a pantyshot(hey, i was a kid. it didn't seem to be a big deal).
I suppose this is what happens when your parents fervently wished for a boy and got a girl instead. They got a tomboy instead.
Barbies were a curious fascination to me. I much prefer Lego or toy cars or robots....heck, I found my crawling G.I. Joe toy more fascinating than a baby doll someone gave me. I only bought a Polly Pocket because it was cute. of course, the whole room setup made it easier to play pretend rather than me having to build more Lego rooms on my lazy days.
I do enjoy shopping for clothes but my sense of style is much more unconventional than the generic crap I find in stores. I mean really, nearly every girl is wearing peasant skirts nowadays. how blase. *gags* the real fashion makers aren't wearing them like in the magazines or they've altered them by now. and just because I wear t-shirts most of the time doesn't mean I have no fashion sense. they happen to have one of a kind designs and my body shape prevents me from finding a pair of hip hugger jeans that actually FIT. and my shoe preference runs within the vein of strappy one inch heels, cool gothic boots that are preferably steel capped, combat boots, sandals(which I compromised by finding a pair that is femmy enough) and one pair of sneakers that'll last me years.
I'm sorry if I don't feel like squishing my feet into a tight pair of pointed shoes. I mean, no offense to the people who like them, but they're not my favourite and I find them extremely painful. I usually end up with blisters which take a whole week to heal. I salute you for wearing those the whole day with a smile though.
all in all, she's disappointed in me. as in, i'm not the perfect daughter she had in mind. I don't mind wearing make-up, skirt n heels now and then but she can't expect me to just stay home like a 'good little girl' *barfs* and be the perfect wife and shit like that.
I can't just stay home, I have the attention span of a fly and get bored very easily.
I am not bothered with her disappointment because I do like the way I am although the way she treats me sometimes makes me want to just strangle her. or hit her. I don't though. the consequences are just too...well....you know.....
