I am in LOVE. My heart aches for this kind of art.
When I visit New York with Jeroen, I will definitely look for him.
I know it’s too late to talk about chicken. But what if you had a bucket of KFC—make that 11 buckets of KFC for you to share and giveaway?
KFC is pleased to announce its sogood, globally aligned 360-degree campaign and tagline—a first in the company’s history—that aims to spread KFC love throughout the world.
After all, the KFC experience has gone from simply “finger-licking good” to the honest and heartfelt “sogood” after the launch of other delicious products like Twisters, Krushers, and more.
What makes KFC sogood?
Chicken is delivered fresh everyday. Prepared in-store with passion and care, your taste buds will rejoice in its pressure-cooked tenderness, seasoned with 11 secret herbs and spices and served with its original recipe gravy.
However way you put it, the perfect combination of flavor, quality and technique makes KFC truly world-famous.
Sogood, it can only get better!
Here’s the sogood promo from KFC.
1) Promo runs from June 24 to July 8, 2011.
2) Think about 11 people in the Philippines you would like to give a KFC bucket to make them feel sogood. (Take note we cannot deliver to far-flung places that has no KFC store in the vicinity, even though there are more than 200 branches nationwide.)
3) Tell us who and why. Answers must be creative and emailed to email@example.com with the subject: sogood.
4) One winner will be announced after July 8, 2011 and all 11 buckets will be delivered to his/her friends/family.
(Take note that I am not the judge, so anyone can join, even if you have seen me in pajamas.)
I’m deathly afraid of all kinds of medical tests—blood test, X-ray, ECG—you name it. But I had to get all of that cleared in order to get BodyTite.
I ended up going to Healthway at Shangri-La Plaza because it’s the least scary thing to do if you need tests. You go in, you fill in a form, pay, wait for your turn. And then you can go shopping and come back for the results if they’re ready. In this case I couldn’t shop because I’m not allowed.
It took me a few days to get that done because I’m scared. So my initial appointment for BodyTite was delayed.
After much fear and praying, I passed all my tests.
I saw Dr. Belo again at Myron’s Greenbelt 5 during a blogger’s event. Then there was no more turning back because she set a date—that was Thursday, yesterday.
A few days before Thursday I started to shake in bed. I couldn’t sleep. On Sunday I told my family I was getting the procedure done.
On Monday, I told Jay and Jude, who called my arms “dolman.” Monday night I had to take Sleepasil to fall asleep.
Tuesday and Wednesday I took 1/4 Rivotril—anything to keep me from shaking at night.
All I could think of was death and how I didn’t want to die for skinny arms. What would my boys think?
On Thursday, nothing by mouth by 8 AM. I woke up at 10-ish (note that I was still sleepless, even with the pills). I was thirsty but not hungry.
I was afraid. At 11 AM, my hairstylist came. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to shampoo for days, so I wanted decent hair.
12 noon, my nurse came. I hire Makati Med nurses as needed, even for home care (tell you all about them later).
12:30 I was at the Belo clinic in Greenhills. Without any anxiety meds to help me, I had to rely on God and myself to keep calm. I prayed the Rosary while waiting.
They let me and the nurse wait inside one of the empty rooms that had a bed so I could relax. Then this other nurse came in for a briefing and gave me the full-on “What To Expect” speech on BodyTite.
I told my nurse to take down notes as I might not remember a thing.
Midway I just had to ask her was, “Will I die?”
To calm my nerves, she told me she had her thighs done and lived to tell. She was so becky and hilarious, she really erased my fears.
We were waiting for cardiac clearance from a doctor. While I was perfectly fine chilling in the room with my nurse, I was told that I could pass the time with a free facial. WT??? I was really shocked. (At the other doctor I don’t want to see again, I would be made to wait for two hours, even though I had an appointment and came on time. They don’t even give you the password to their Wifi—so you really get mad waiting—Cedric can attest.)
I had a nice Obagi facial with the calming scent of lavender and the sound of birds on the speaker.
(I have to add that Belo has a really nice restroom in Connecticut—so I was doubly impressed.)
The cardiologist came and interviewed me. He is from St. Luke’s and knows my dad. I chatted with him for a bit due to nervousness.
I was given a gown, paper panties, hair cover and a fresh pair of Mickey Mouse socks for my feet. I was led into the operating room, where I saw the becky nurse and met the anesthesiologist who would take care of me.
Dr. Belo appeared in her scrubs and slippers—again a completely different person from the Vicki Belo socialite you see in the papers—no makeup, nail polish and all that.
I stripped and got marked on my arms.
I really appreciated the fact that she told me—twice—that I am not fat, that I need to exercise because I’m jiggly (#truth).
She also offered to remove some of my kili-kili fat so I could wear strapless dresses—to which I said, “No, no, no. I would never, ever do that.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“It’s just not me. I just can’t. It’s a fashion choice. I can’t. No.”
“Ok….” she said.
My friends crack up when I get to this part of the story—the thought of me in a strapless Hervé Leger dress just makes them giggle, I can’t tell you.
And then I was off to the Twilight Zone.
(to be continued)
The man who can “packapanch” can also sing—sort of.
You may have heard of BodyTite from the Belo procedure endorsed by Ruffa Gutierrez. You can read about it here.
I had BodyTite on my arms yesterday and tonight I am typing and have no pain.
The only thing I have are sanitary pads taped to my elbows and underarms. I feel a little swollen but overall doing really well.
I’ve always had a thing about my arms, I guess because I grew up seeing my grandma’s arms (she was German-American with red hair and blue eyes), bless her (she is on the right).
So even when I was skinny I was just aware that I had big arms, and frankly, scared it could only get bigger.
2001 with my newborn (body went downhill from there)
2005 (with Ben)
2009 (self-portrait with cropped arms, but you can see the girth)
A lot of people tell me, “but you’re so skinny” or they never knew I had big arms. I do. I’m just really good at deception dressing, hence the 3/4 sleeve tees, blazers, cardigans and giant sweaters. But underneath all that, is what my friend Jude calls my “dolman” arms.
How many times have I vowed to exercise my arms. I have two or three pairs of dumbbells at home but they are hardly used. So having skinny arms (like Ruffa, who was born with it) would always be a dream for me.
So one day I was texting Dr. Vicki Belo about a relative of mine who did lipotomy with another doctor that I stopped going to for reasons that shall not be blogged. I was amazed that it worked because her upper arms were bigger than mine. My relative did say it was more painful than childbirth and did not recommend it to me, knowing my threshold for pain.
Dr. Belo then talked to me about BodyTite, which is a new technology/skin tightening procedure combined with liposuction.
So yes it is invasive, and yes there was blood. Lots of it.
Before I decided to do BodyTite I tweeted Ruffa about. Privately she messaged me to go ahead and do it.
I went to see Dr. Belo at her Greenhills clinic. I could no longer avoid because she made sure somebody followed up my appointment.
I had a short list of questions, the first one was, “Will I die?” Because I do not want to die because of vanity.
She told me all about the difference between lipo now and lipo before, how technology has advanced through the years made things safe, less invasive, etc. And of course she explained the whole process, what to expect and all that.
The thing is, there is Vicki Belo, the socialite you see in parties, magazines and talk to in casual situations—and then there is Dr. Vicki Belo in a white doctor’s jacket who sounds like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I left with a long list of medical tests I had to accomplish before being cleared for the procedure.
(to be continued)