bling-bling gym

There were two women at the uber-gym last night. Both were probably in their mid-thirties. What struck me most was how made-up they were for what was supposed to be a grueling session at the gym.

Nevermind that their perfectly-rebonded shoulder-length hair had the perfect highlights. Nevermind that their eyebrows were drawn into the perfect arch. Nevermind that they had the perfect shade of berry lipstick, brown liquid eyeliner, and the just-pinched color of cheeks. Nevermind that they were at the gym, and that I didn't have an iota of makeup on, and wore my loose yoga pants and what was probably the wrong-est shirt to wear with it.

The two women wore their bling-blings. As in diamond rings on their fingers, delicate white gold chains around their necks, and very pretty (as in pretty expensive) hoops from their ears. Jesus. Or maybe inggit lang ako.

At any rate, if it was inggit, all of it dissipated in the locker room. Turned out they had the same corner as I did. As they stood there chattering away (in an accent that rivaled my Yaya's from far-away Ozamis) and changing into their jeans, it occurred to me: Girls, 'di ba kayo maliligo?

Eewww...all the bling-bling in the world and no shower....