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New Levi’s Jeans Collection for Women: Love Your Genes by Getting the Right Fitting Jeans

August 9, 2010 by Janey

Women come in all shapes and sizes –in different forms and curves. No matter how much we try to lose weight or gain weight to perfectly fit in a pair of jeans, finding the perfect pair still eludes us. Levi’s Strauss and Co. invited some women to an intimate gathering one Saturday to talk about what women generally believe in, whether in advocacy, lifestyle, dream or finding the denim pair that suits them.

The event started with a fun activity of creating an “I Believe” board or mood board. It felt crafty and productive (and even therapeutic!) to cut out items from magazines and design them on your “I Believe” board using your own creative style. Each of our “I Believe” boards depicted our own lifestyle and it also helped us visualize our dreams. Visualizing as they say moves you an inch closer in pursuing your goals. The guests, sharing their thoughts on their dream boards, all had lovely smiles on their faces –genuine marks of how pleasant the activity was.

As for my “I Believe” board:

I believe that people should have an appetite for the good life while striving to achieve the best things. That’s one of the things that the Between Bites site stands for. Whether it’s a bite of food, travel, reading, music, circumstance, a memorable moment, hope or anything in between, there’s always something to be happy about in life.

I’ve tagged my mood board with Lit Chick and the statement, “Discover the perfect fit that makes you lit!” Never mind if the perfect fit means an ideal partner for you, a gadget you’ve been wanting to purchase, clothes you’ve been meaning to romp on your life’s ramp, the paying job that makes you happy or circle of friends that you can trust and be yourself with… whatever it is, it’s great to find something or someone that makes us light up.

Why not create your own “I Believe” board? 🙂 Might be a dose of inspiration for you.

Right after the “sharing” and women-bonding, we all partook in a tasty lunch at Cav while we continued to exchange stories and updates.

On the Table:

Young Arugula Salad

Watermelon, Cherry Tomato Confit, Parmesan Crisp

Twice Cooked Pork Belly

Garlic Potato Puree, Haricot Bundles, Madeira Jus

Flourless Chocolate

Flourless chocolate cake with vanilla bean ice cream

When the hearty lunch was consumed, it was time for the “fit” measurement at the makeshift dressing room. Some ladies, including moi, were quite apprehensive about getting “measured” after filling ourselves up. But our worries and fears were put aside when we discovered that the custom fit pants they’re launching will be based on our natural shape instead of size. First time I’ve heard of such thing. I’ve grown accustomed to getting my waistline size when hunting for jeans.

Levi’s® has started a campaign driven to help women find the best-fitting and most perfect pair of jeans. They have studied the body shapes of over 60,000 women around the world and through this, Levi’s® created revolutionary custom-fit denims that are based on shape that celebrates straight figures, frames perfect proportions and honors genuine curves.

The new Levi’s Jeans Collection for Women has custom-fit denims that:

Defines your waist and accentuates your curves without a muffin top.
Flatters your waist and smoothens your shape.
Hugs your waist without gaping or pulling.

What an innovation if it answers most of women’s denim problems.

I got measured and was handed a pair of skinny jeans. One try and voila, I didn’t have to try any other pair. Excellent huh? It is for me because jeans is the most tiring clothing piece to shop for. If I got different pants to try on, then that takes a lot of pulling pants and removing them and re-wearing my clothes. It’s quite a workout. That’s why I’m glad that I was able to find my pair of denimwear in a snap (thanks Peach for measuring me)! 😉

Women can now be comfortable with their given genes whether they have curvy curves or semi-curves. There’s a custom-fit denim that matches your natural body curves! Stand tall, be proud and shake what your momma gave you! 😀

Levi’s has been strongly associated with men’s jeans for the longest time because it’s the dependable brand that’s been trusted by men. This time, Levi’s unlocked the ingenuity behind women’s jeans and has created jeans made to fit the curve of a woman’s body. Say ta-tah to those ill-fitting bottoms because every woman now just got to make room for the greatest fitting pair of jeans ever to hit your closet! Go to the nearest Levi’s® store or outlet near you, get measured and grab a pair! 😉

Levi’s Event at Cav Album

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Red in the Face (or somewhere else)

June 4, 2009 by Janey

I just had the most embarrassing moment of my adult life. I wish I can crawl under a rock and live there.

Spent 3 hours at this poker club playing the card sport I like.

I had AdKd on the button and raised it to 120. The small blind who has been as steady as a rock called and the big blind as well.

Flop: 5s 7d 10h

Small blind is first to act and he went all in with 250

Big blind calls.

I debated against it but I had over cards and redraw of flush so I called. I thought both of them were all in.

Turn: 8d

BB bets 200.

I folded.

River: 9h

SB shows pocket of 6.

BB shows 10d and 6c.

Both of them hit the straight and split the pot.

I have another story of how my pocket of Aces got cracked too but I’m only prolonging my agony. I had a bad night at poker. I wish I can say period at this point. I wish it ended there.

Bubba rang and it was my queue to go. I played until the dealer button. I had my chips changed at the counter. The lady cashier says bye to me as well as the chip changer. I bid them farewell with a smile, which they returned in kind. Their constant congeniality makes me forget for a second my bad nights on the table.

On the way out, I say bye to a poker buddy. He looks back and says bye too and I exited.

As I was coming down the stairs, I felt my back was wet. My suspicion emerges. In the car, my phone beeps and I dread what my gut tells me…

My poker buddy sent an SMS: “It’s the time of the month huh? Ingat pauwi.”

The car was moving but I immediately got up the seat and asked Bubba to check. Even before he opened his mouth, his eyes that’s usually chinito became otherwise, which told me everything. I have to see for myself so I turn my head and see the red mark on my pants.

The red mark is as big as my hand!!! How subtle.

It looked like China’s flag was on my butt!!!

I smacked myself on the head. I cringe. Cringe. CRINGE. CRINGE. I kept cursing. And I don’t normally curse. Not even when a person gets me so angry. I cursed my recklessness. I smacked myself on the head again. “Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe!!!,” I wailed. He had a stern look on his face. Oh no, I’m gonna hear a mouthful of why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that. He let on a mini tirade. He was mad because he felt bad for me. Perhaps, he only doesn’t want people to make fun of me.

I paused and felt like a smile was creeping around my lips. Why the hell was I about to smile, I thought to myself. I wailed again. Bubba, “you probably stained the chair.” I wailed again like a wolf howling in the cold lonely night. With my hands on my face, I kept shaking my head. I cannot believe this has happened to me. I am still shaking my head as I type this. I wish now more than ever that I were born a guy!

The place was packed to the roof because there was an ongoing tournament as well. The lady cashier, chip changer and at least 15 other people must have seen the red flag. It was as loud as an ambulance on a mission. I initially told myself that I wouldn’t care. I do not know those people anyway and they are not important to me. I am not important to them either.

Bubba told me that this is probably a sign that I should stay away from that place. It’s so much easier to convince myself to never again show my face there.

Back in the car, I stared in space for a bit then cringed again. Can one get tired of cringing? I suddenly laughed to Bubba’s bewilderment. I said I feel really embarrassed and angry… and SILLY! I am now going to be remembered for the China flag on my butt. I am now going to be the “BUTT” of the joke. Every pun intended. Such a nightmare but it was also an amusing circumstance. It just so happens that I’m the miserable victim… which probably makes it funnier.

by the way, this is not MY b*tt

Misery loves company and my thoughts were initially filled by images of Edison Chen and HK. Commercial break: I received confirmation today that bigger news are about to break loose. The news reached me last week but I was a non-believer. Somebody confirmed today that it’s true though. HK and another K involved in a sandal. Yes, a sandal video. I’m not going to put a C there even if you paid me a million dollars. You heard me right, sandal.

SIGH. There are worse scenarios than mine. And definitely, there are far more important issues than sandals. Is the administration manipulating us under our noses? Charter change is one serious topic that gets my blood boiling. But not this. I cannot be angry over this night. I find it quite funny on the contrary. I’m sure the people at the Metro Card Club did too.

At least, I gave them a good laugh. I was sick to my stomach but heck, I gave MYSELF a good laugh. That counts for something.

I really don’t know what to make of it. Saying that I do not care what those people think sounds defensive. And there’s no reason for me to be defensive. None has been offensive so far. Earnestly, a huge part of me feels embarrassed. My heart throbs at the image of them looking at my bloodied butt (and smiling secretly or laughing openly). At the other end of the spectrum however, I am tickled by what a riot the whole scenario was. It’s really interestingly hilarious to me!

There are two different feelings. Which do I pick? Of course, the one that’s easier to carry every day.

In reality, I know that I will still continue to go to work tomorrow, eat three meals a day, love the people around me, and if I want to, play poker at the same place. It doesn’t change who I am. In my book, it just adds to another interesting (or icky) story to tell. It became the catalyst that triggered this entry after all.