break

I will take a break from blogging.  Back January 2009.

"before" pictures

This was taken BEFORE Carmina's wedding.  We all dressed up in the office and looked fresh as daisies. All powdered, primped and postura.  The venue was on the other side of town, by the bay, and at rush hour it took me two hours to drive,  aircon was faulty, car was over heating, and in fact it stalled thrice.   The AFTER pictures (oily faces, hungry look, disheveled hair) is non-postable.

THE one.

Now I don't want to get over excited at such an initial stage.. but I think I've found THE gym.  First of all let it be known that I got a refund from the fake gym I was raving about the other week, the one with the basketball team on the outside, tulisans on the inside.  And discovered this one, which is actually one of the better known gyms but surprisingly turned out cheaper than the fake one!  Cheaper only because I was clever enough to make use of the buy-one-take-one-promo and actually SHARE it with a complete stranger who also happened to be enrolling on the same day.  So I ended up paying HALF the usual rate.  And using the credit card promo that amortized it over 12 mos at 0% interest -- it turned out much MUCH cheaper per month than the fake one! Clever clever me.  I just came from my second session tonight, and already I feel so toned, even if it was just a fitness test. 

T's thanks

Twas the appreciation dinner last night hosted by T for all the guys who supported them during the T ball.  That included our company, and so there I was, thoroughly enjoying the veuve cliquot with my baked salmon.  Interesting conversation, some 'behind the scenes' anecdotes, as well as the inevitable dissing of some unmentionable characters.  What I love are the souvenir framed photos they gave at the end of the evening, mine came out suuuuuuuuuper... me and date C lookin happy, just chillin.. big smiles. :) 

chick lit encore

Had an absolutely deplorable, profoundly disturbing, knock-me-on-my-head regretful conversation straight out of a chick lit novel with somebody last night.  I am sure weeks from now I will find it ridiculously funny because right now it's ridiculously humiliating.  Ah, classic chick lit.  No hints, no names, ok? 

anu to??!

seeeyettt!!! anu to? I went to my gym at 10 this evening, at panay tulisan-looking, wearing tsinelas pa, di man converse.  And we're not talking havaianas here.  refund! refund!  I think the basketball team was pang-props lang for first visits.  Even the trainors looked different. 

serious business

Today, after 8 long months of lethargy, I finally enrolled in a truly kick-ass, no nonsense, no frills gym called "E____e".  More reasonable than all those other fancy-pants fitness centers with their juice bars and lounges and astronomical membership fees.   No fancy decor nor lighting. No windows even, it's like some huge, dimly lit cavernous dungeon - BUT FILLED with well kept equipment -- the basic stuff that spelled serious business and seemed to say hey we're here to work out and not to flirt with co-members in between sets.  AND serious business it really was!  I just left the gym an hour ago and had to literally tear myself away because of the awesome eye candy - an ENTIRE PBA basketball team doing their strength training bit - which of course I pretended not to notice... I simply walked about with an air of nonchalance, to the fountain, to the machines, and obeyed my trainer, adding more weights to impress (!!?).. for there they were, bronze, tanned, and chocolate gods with nobody under 6'2", I KID YOU NOT.  What a feast..all pumping iron, doing some reeeaaally serious business.  

I have found it, my ideal gym.  Lots of inspiration to make me go at least thrice a week, dontcha think. 

Brand T

And yet another event was held this evening... this time for brand T.  Great turn out for a store event.  Wonderful mix of people - well, actually, the SFDVs, but that's really who we were aiming for anyway, PLUS actual customers - customers who actually bought! Good job, K! (she's my events counterpart in sister company R)

On the personal side, eve left a sour taste in my mouth, and I'm not talking about the quiches and the foie gras and the dates with goatcheese filling.  Oh, this chick lit life. Enough. Good night moon, good night world. Will feel better in the morning.  

starts with a d, ends with a y

Ok, let's take a break from serious work stuff. Today press samples arrived and we had a blast as usual. See here, that's from NEXT season mind you.  From the Spring Summer 2009 press collection of brand "d". No names, ok, remember the google search effect. It's a very popular brand from the big apple that starts with a d, ends with a y and has 4 letters that are actually the acronym of the lady designer + the city.  We're about to lend it out to the fashion editor of x magazine who has no idea we beat her to the pictorial...tee hee..  Ms. dopey smiling lady here is wearing her own baduy clothes but she thinks she's cool coz she's got next season's towering platform heels (on rubber shoes?!??) from cool brand "d".

SF!

simply faaaaaaaabulous post made by RLJ on the SF 80th anniv:

SF 80th Anniv

she captured the grandeur of it all