And so it ends.
Full disclosure: I’ve been staring at those four little words for four days now and I'm still feeling quite unsure about how I’d finish the rest of this brief note.
If I’m being honest, I feel somewhat glad this is going to be our last hurrah. It’s been awhile, after all, that I’ve had proper rest. Also, having the opportunity to not think about anything remotely related to FHM titillates me right now somehow.
For one, there’s Zumba waiting for me to try (And with my mother who’s an enthusiast no less!). See, ever since we were told that our May issue was going to be our last, I’ve started instantly plotting my next moves once my 23-year stint at Summit Media ends.
Maybe having a Zumba instructor for a son would mean the world to my
Not that she was never proud of my FHM tour of duty or anything. She knew all the cover girls we featured; Diana Zubiri, who had once sampled her delectable kare-kare and laing during one of my birthday all-nighters at home, remains a favorite, she says. She also read every issue of the magazine from cover to cover, but only after finishing Yes!, the magazine I know she loved more than FHM.
And she always made sure her geriatric friends got precious VIP tickets to our
100 Sexiest Women In The
World Victory Party every year. To my amazement, her pals survived those legendary nights of sweet sweaty fun to Zumba for another day.
Memorable as those parties were, though, they’re the least of the things I’ll miss about FHM. I don’t know if it isn’t obvious enough, but it sure stings not being able to work temporarily with an editorial group as crazily creative as this superb bunch of multitasking talents whose pictures you see plastered all over this page.
If I haven’t said this enough, do know you’re the chief reasons I’ve summoned the strength to show up for work from the first issue to the last, our 214th.
No joke, I’m nothing but grateful to all of you: for all the laughs, for allowing me to help you to unlock your creativity and leadership potential, for teaching me how to be patient and resilient, for matching my intensity without ever wilting, for all the late nights spent beating deadlines, playing scrabble, cooking up and breathing life into seemingly impossible concepts that turned into unforgettable moments and milestones, doing “research” and downing case after case of our favorite brew.
I promise to give glowing recommendations if you dare tap me as character reference in your future job-hunting adventures. But tell the people recruiting you not to call me in the morning, please.
Thank you for all the things you said and left unsaid when news of our upcoming last issue finally became official. I’ve read all your messages and they’ll be just as cherished as the experiences we shared over the years.
Together, let us thank Summit for supporting and tolerating our maddening genius, the numerous excellent creative teams we worked with that saw our vision through, all our beloved readers who stuck with us through good times and bad, and all the inspiring women, heroes, icons, and the people behind them who trusted us with their stories for 18 years.
Let’s do our share keeping the tradition we set alive through Fhm.com.ph.
Take a bow, gentlemen and ladies of Team FHM. It’s been a privilege sharing this fantastic run with you all. Be sad if you must, but never sulk for far too long. Stand proud because we will always be FHM.
This issue only cements our undeniable legend.