I am again stuck, jammed and fixed over a Korean TV series. And the stars of Start Up – the Korean TV I am baffled with – are just seriously gorgeous. They seem to have been blessed by the angels and kissed by the heavens to possess flawless radiant skin, fit physique and impeccable angelic faces. They are beautiful!
Nam Joo-hyuk… beautiful even when asleep!
Bae Suzy… loads of pretty-ness!
My niece is five months pregnant now. Here in the Philippines we have the strong cultural notion and belief that during conception, the baby’s physical attributes is strongly influenced by the mother’s habitual activities and mental state during pregnancy. We indiscreetly believe that there is a direct correlation between what the pregnant mother usually eats and perceives with that of the physical attributes and personality of the baby when born.
I in particular, when my mom was pregnant on me, according to her, she irrationally craved and would usually gobble bowls of coconut milk in one seating. That is why she was not surprised when I was born my skin was a little lighter as compared to my siblings and fairer than the usual brown-chocolate Malay-Pacific Islander race. One letdown though, I have attributed my having very oily skin to the coconut milk loading exploit of my mom during her pregnancy.
Yeah, unlike the flawless epidermis of Korean stars seen on Netflix whose sweat glands seem to secrete glitters, I suffer from oily skin when I grew up. My face is so oily it could launch another Gulf War on the planet!
the skin that can launch another oil dispute on the planet! Hahaha!
And now that my niece is pregnant, we would often persuade her to spend most of her days watching Korea novelas (also known as K Dramas) with the hopes that her baby would look super gorgeous. But I know for sure that no matter how my soon to be grandniece or grandnephew would look and behave, he/she would be well loved and cutely gorgeous in his/her own way. His or her having flawless radiant skin like those gorgeous Koreans would just be but an awesome plus factor.
Dry skin is a sign of aging. Thank goodness I got super oily skin. It’s so oily I’m sometimes worried that Royal Dutch Shell, Chevron or Saudi Aramco wants to install oil rigs to harvest liquid petroleum hydrocarbon from my face. I sometimes want to enlist myself in the Guinness Book of World Record for having the face with the most sensational and over-productive sebaceous glands!
My tremendously oily skin is attributed from a deep-seated source. Its Nengkoy’s (my mom) bizarre food cravings when my astonishingly gorgeous cells were rapidly multiplying inside her womb. She craved for “kakang gata” (pure coconut milk)! Nengkoy claim, profess and testify that she would love drinking kakang gata straight from a bowl.
Here in the Philippines, pregnant women’s weird food cravings (or “paglilihi” in Filipino) are a big deal. We have this notion, regardless of whether such belief has scientific basis or not, that what a pregnant woman craves somehow has an effect on the developing child inside the womb. It’s like the precursor and fundamental backbone of the child’s DNA mutations and chromosomal translocations.
Because of such craving with unexplained correlation to a child’s appearance, I am the offspring with the lightest complexion among Nengkoy’s children as attributed to the color of coconut milk. However, as we all know coconut oil is extracted from coconut milk. And in my specific case, the DNA malformation of Nengkoy’s funky pregnancy cravings happened to have localized right on my face.
Due to this, I learned to accept the fact that I never failed to include the oil blotter film, oil-controller-facial-wash and facial toner for oily skin in my grocery list. And having a dry skin is the least of my worries.