I took a picture of myself last Saturday when Sky and I went with my folks for their hunt for a new chandelier somewhere in Mandaluyong.

Some people say that I still look very fit. But the problem is I FEEL VERY WEAK. And when you get to see my neck, it looks like a toothpick with a grape on top of it. And if you happen to see me in person, my cheekbones pop out more than I’d like it to.

Admittedly, I have not run a single mile for the past month. I only run when I have to RUN AFTER SKY. And aside from that I am starting to miss my reliable muscles. Instead of running, I am starting on strength training first. With the help of A VERY HEAVY GEAR. I don’t want to mention the program here yet, but I will definitely share it with you when I see good results. I will still squeeze in running of course, since running certainly helps my mind too, aside from improving my heart.

When this picture was taken, my hair was always in a bun or in a ponytail. Since it looked really, REALLY dry (and fried) and it was waist-length long. I look more like a female Freddie Aguilar when I let it flow freely. The freaky waves didn’t help much either. No pun intended Mr. Aguilar, but I looked like a witch.

After the chandelier hunting was done, I left Sky and had three hours for myself to do a little bit of making a do-over for myself.

I went straight to a Tony and Jackey salon in SM North Edsa. A friend of mine from highschool recommended that I try them, since Korean hairstylist’s can do wonders for curly and wavy hair. (Although she recommended their branch in Tomas Morato, but didn’t feel like driving all the way there.)

And it was all over in 20minutes.

And my hair looked awesome…. But almost everyone looks FABULOUSLY GORGEOUS when you come out of any salon right? So, we’ll see in a week how my hair fares. And that’s the only time if I’ll recommend it or not.

Right after that I got a manicure and pedicure somewhere in the same mall. This is my first time to have a manicure after TWO years. Most of the time, I just have my toenails done. Having my fingernails painted in any color – is a MAKEOVER for me.

I then attempted to look around for skirts. SKIRTS. It seemed so unfathomable for me to ever consider wearing one in this stage of my life. So what the heck, I was just looking around anyway.

Mind you that I used to wear ruffles and florals and all things sugar and spice. But I think I just wanted to project that “kikay” image more than me liking the clothes itself.

So when a sales lady in… Hold on, I am trying to remember the name of the store… Terra- something near Krispy Kreme over at the second floor in SM Annex North EDSA…

“Mam, heto po bagay na bagay sa inyo…” She exclaimed with so much enthusiasm.

And she showed me A SKIRT and I wanted to punch her smack in the face. It had layers of RUFFLES AND FLORALS, the mere sight of it made my eye itch… Although, I couldn’t quite blame her for suggesting the itchy looking skirt. I was wearing that same plain yellow top with jeans and flip-flops, BUT my nails were PAINTED and my hair was BOUNCING with beautiful tight curls. So, I just gave her a smile back instead…. And made a bee line to the exit.

Bought myself a small serving of frosty from Wendy’s and walked to the parking lot. And THAT made my day!