Random musings of Chie Cerrafon
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Some things are just overrated Some things are given more credit than what they should have. We all have it, this tiny little thing that gets more attention and controversy than your average Hollywood issue. They do nothing but prove to humanity that you're "moral", which is actually a waste since no one ever is. We all have different opinions on this matter and I'm here to discuss mine. I think it should not be preserved because of sanctity but rather, I believe it should be preserved because of choice. You do not protect it because they said so, but because your mind and your heart told you to hang-on. And you do not give it up because they said you already can, but because your mind and heart agreed that it's time. Losing it does not make you less of a human being while at the same time, holding on to it does not make you any superior. You can lose it through a mistake or a bad judgment, but it doesn't mean that it should mar you for life. Why does losing it mean a goodbye for something? I think losing it means you’re saying hello to a more wonderful experience that you wouldn't ever feel unless you finally let go. I think what I'm trying to say is, I find it stupid to fuss over something so miniscule and flimsy. Labels: essays My Brain's Response to a Clusterfuck of Emotions
Inspired by the "The Letter I Wanted from You" from Thought CatalogHey little girl, (side: he calls me little girl because I'm LITERALLY little, 5'0 plus a small frame, and our age gap is kind of huge [9 years]) Please don't worry about anything at all. We'll see each other again, have fun, and... we'll just probably wing the rest, but I promise that it will be better than what we had there. I'll show you around just like what you did when I was your place's tourist. We'll stay in touch and when you go here, which I hope is pretty soon, we'll meet up and we'll take it from there. Remember our deal? Every month you should at least meet someone totally new and continue to be in touch with him/her. Don't be afraid to talk to strangers, most of them mean well... just like what happened between us. Go to clubs, dance... cause I've seen you dance and you've got it going little girl. I'm glad to have shared a lot of things with you and I feel flattered that you have shared a lot of firsts with me. Every moment was amazing and your smile made everything more alive. I'll treasure them all. I know you don't like my process on being in a relationship... but if we click, you'll see that it's all worth it. You have a whole lot ahead of you, don't try and settle down too fast. If we're meant to be together, then against all odds, we will find our way back to each other. But for now... we need to go back to our own realities. I am not saying good bye, this doesn't feel like it, I'm saying see you later little girl, and by then, you'll be a petite lady. Boy Stuff my Mom says #1
*mom is attatching a safety pin inside my blouse to avoid fashion oopthies* me: mama, anong baon ko bukas? Labels: mudra Cook to caramelize sugar
The first kid(s) that teased them in school, and what they teased them for. Many people spend the rest of their lives just trying to prove them wrong. - 10 Things People Never Really Get Over (Thought Catalog)
His name was David and he teased me relentlessly about my skin color. When you tell a 10-year old girl that something about her is not pretty, IT FUCKING STICKS. All throughout my gradeschool and highschool years, I've had a severe inferiority complex about my skin. There was even a phase when I used the so-called papaya soap to attain that ideal "fair" skin.
It was only by when I was in college that I learned to appreciate the beauty of my color. It's a mystery to me how I've failed to notice that from all the years that I've been watching beauty pageants, such as Bb. Pilipinas, the winners they usually crown are morena-skinned Filipinas.
And just recently, I've been acquainted with the saying "Kaya lang siya maganda kasi maputi siya" (she's only pretty cause she's fair skinned"). It is not an insult but it's an eye-opener that fair-skin does not give you the immediate eligibility that you are pretty. But it is the harsh truth, there are girls who are pretty just because they're fair and there's a good chance that if you make them dark... they'd lose appeal. However, the opposite goes for dark-skinned women... if you're already pretty while you're dark... it is MOST LIKELY for you to still be pretty (or even prettier) if your skin shade goes lighter.
I look okay for girl. I have a nice nose, dimples, and a nice set of teeth (thanks to braces) but I haven't been given an ounce of attention (excluding perverts who seem to spend most of their day saying "hi" to any girl that pass by them) here in my country. I've been to foreign countries though that has a wide variety of ethnicities (Singapore, Thailand, Hong Kong) and I can say that only in there, I've experienced the stare-smile combo from guys. I've even had one encounter when I was walking alone in the mall, browsing through, when a caucasian guy did a double take on me while he was talking to a salesperson and gave me a smile. He could be a pervert for all I care, but the thing is, most girls need constant reassuring that they look ok and the most I've gotten here in the Philippines, came from my mother.
Anyway... now I'm on a mission to show that mulatto is good. I love my caramel skin and it looks good on me.
Labels: essays The Wednesday Currently.
*written at around 10:30 in the morning*
R E A D I N G Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and a side of Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that couldn't stop talking. Fangirl may be the sign that I am growing out of the YA genre in books, I usually finish a book after a day or two but I'm on this one for 3 days already. Quiet, I'm just reading so I could get a better analysis on my "supposedly pathological" introvertedness.
W R I T I N G my project proposal for my practicum paper... which is to be submitted on Saturday. Yay.
L I S T E N I N G to constant honking along the streets of Ayala Avenue. I'm not complaining, it's music to my ears.
T H I N K I N G on how I could turn off emotions.
S M E L L I N G the mixture of my hair cream and the 2 Salonpas patches I have on my legs
W I S H I N G that it could be Friday already... cause yeah. ;)
H O P I N G that it won't rain HARD for the next few days cause the water temperature is on an all-time low and taking a bath has become a pain in the ass.
W E A R I N G a black cardigan over a white knitted top tucked in a high waist skirt (that I regret buying cause it's a size too big) and my favorite pair of wedges.
L O V I N G the after-effects of coffee that I'm currently having. COFFEE HIGH YEAH!
W A N T I N G
N E E D I N G a new pair of glasses that won't fall off when my nose gets a bit oily. Ugh. oh and also, I need a power nap.
F E E L I N G excited and giddy towards Friday, but then I think it's still the coffee high.
C L I C K I N G on Wiki-entries about the United Nations, Carlos Romulo and Visa classifications. I am THAT bored.
Halooo
Just a quick update...
I've started internship work last Friday at the International Trade Fairs Department of the company. And so far, I've been enjoying playing office-girl. I don't mind waking up at 5:30 in the morning from Monday to Friday to get to work earlier than expected because I love my responsibilities. I won't enumerate what they are but I don't regret being in this position cause I am being utilized up to my potential.
In another aspect...
I'm not really that type of girl to get into a fling but apparently, that's not for me to decide. ALL FREAKING MODESTY ASIDE, my IQ is relatively high. My most recent IQ test taken about 8 months ago (included in the medical procedure my dad's company requires before joining him onboard) concluded that my IQ is Superior.
Funny story.
Mom: We got the medical results yesterday.
My point is... you can't really get every best thing in life. My IQ may be superior but my EQ is at the opposite side. I suck at emotional crap. So "flings" should not be anywhere near my vocabulary cause it will certainly mess me up. But yeah, I've gotten myself into one. Not that I'm happy about it, but i'm not regretting it either. This should be a good practice for my emotions to hold it's shit together no matter what. I know it's just a fling, nothing more, because the guy leaves the country by the end of the month. He's just taking a vacation here in the Philippines. He's a 'Murican btw.
SERIOUSLY. MY PHYSICAL FEATURES WILL NEVER, I repeat, NEVER BE WHAT FILIPINOS LOOK FOR.
Not that I mind, Filipinos aren't what I'm looking for in partners anyway.
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Yay! I have a job (internship) now! Good work place, really nice bosses. <3 I'm blessed.I'll probably fix the layout of my blog during my free hours (I seem to have a lot of those during work) Read more » Unforseen Hiatus
Sorry bout that... I was on a recovering phase and I really couldn't be bothered with anything but sleeping and breathing.Anyways, I'm back!! 80% recovered... I'm on the mission to change my blog's layout... as in... the whole enchilada. So you go and wait for that to happen, hopefully... before my internship starts. down in the dumps...
been sick for 3 days now. :( will try to update asap. |
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