I wish I was a bit more ladylike…

More frills and pastels.

Lovely bows and soft chiffon.

Twinkles and stardust.

A woman can show her strength in her delicacy.

It’s an art, me thinks, and I don’t really have that ability to pull it off.

I find giggling difficult.

Mingling with females predominantly is not really my thing.

Though I love to shop and gossip, I can’t stand the chitter chatter of talk of just shopping and gossiping.

I like pink, but not to the extent that everything in my life is!

Instead, I come off as earthy, more masculine and down to earth.

Different.

Weird.

Like somehow strong, assured of herself.

But in strength, people don’t take care of us. They think that we can do it by ourselves so be it.

I wish I was more feminine, like Blake Lively’s character in Gossip Girl.

Why is it so hard to carry this off?

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About Bonita

I'm a forgetful person. But I think a lot. Every day, a lot of thoughts enter my head. That's why this blog came to be: first, to keep my memories alive through the years, and two, to actually see how I and my thoughts have changed. Please note that I seldom draft or edit my posts. Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I offend some of you, my readers. And while I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable, I am not sorry for being honest or for making well-intentioned mistakes. I will however be the first to admit if I change my mind. Hence, do read and proceed with caution. My life is as colorful and as boring as you make it. I complain many days, but offer some encouragement in others. Life is fluid, it changes. So keep the positives and throw away the negatives, and I do hope that at the end of the day, you will enjoy reading the blog and leaving comments here and there if my posts touches you. Happy reading!
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3 Responses to I wish I was a bit more ladylike…

  1. Lene says:

    I was not lady-like then, but I eventually tried being one (not too hard though) by simply wearing one at a time dresses, skirts, blouses instead of tees. Wearing my hair at least shoulder-length.

    But somehow it’s all in the attitude. You’re happy being you but a change wouldn’t hurt if it’s for a BETTER you, right? 🙂

  2. jxu says:

    Dear Bonita,

    Why are u trying to fit in, when you’re born to be extra-ordinary? ^^

    In life, people are most confident when they are riding on a smooth road, until they have to ride up a hill or, by accident, hit a bump[Trader’s parents=hill/bump?]. Have Traders parents shaken your smooth ride, because you’re not girly enough?

    If yes, I always say to myself that hills/bumps are moments of reflections~ reflecting on your beliefs and if they still work for you. If yes, dismiss all what you’ve been told & insults you and continue the ride n_n.

    So, why be a girly girl when you’re a chick who takes the bull by its horn ;).

    Just check this out:

    And listen to the part which starts around 3 1/2 minutes~ about W magazine

    ” At the end of the day, belong to a man.”

    Or as Chelsea would say it~

    “You want to be successful at what you do and come home at the end of the day to a man who can fork you~ xD”

    Gotta love her 😛 and yeah, she’s right.

    Take care ~

  3. Bonita says:

    Thanks Lene and Jidi for your comments. Btw, his parents hate me not because I’m not ladylike. It’s a type issue, and strong women aren’t really their type. That’s all.

    In the end, I think it’s really about choosing the right guy. A strong guy who can actually stand up for you in front of his parents. Trader is trying to fit in this role, but as to whether he can do it will reveal whether we can last or not.

    Then again, what’s the rush? We shall see and the adventures will unfold in these pages these coming weeks…

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