I'm wicked and I'm lazy

 I don't know about you, but a year without a real Halloween for me is a total waste of a year! So instead of spending the long weekend on a quiet beach, diving, and possibly rebelliously being the only person sitting on the sand in a full costume - we hopped on a plane to the only place in this country where you can really call Halloween a celebration - Boracay. Nothing compares to the mess, the human traffic, the random costumes, the extensive body make-up, the drunkenness and the absolute flamboyance of the local residents. Among my personal favorites were Alex DeLarge of A Clockwork Orange, Bjork's infamous 2001 Academy Awards swan dress, Jimi Hendrix, knocked up and boozing cheerleader, Reno 911 police officers, sexy slutty male nun, albino cannibal, Chucky from Child's Play and of course the grim reaper slash boyfriend (which I hurriedly ran through the sewing machine together with my nun habit) - who scared the living daylight out of the children on the beach.. some of them to tears. What a success!

The dress I wore is one of the skankiest things I have in my portable closet. It leaves no room for mistakes such as bending over and maybe even lifting my arms up over my head. I have only ever worn it once, and that was to an S&M themed party.........

What were you for Halloween, slutty or scary?

Kiss me till you're drunk and I'll show you

 wearing DIY Calvin Klein denim shorts, Topshop bodysuit, Suzy Shier blazer, Zara heels, Forever 21 clutch

I wish I had more time to blog these days, but when I'm not too sleepy to do anything, I am too busy to do anything.

Also, since I'm planning to move soon, it seems my daily routine has been taken over by the obvious planning, the endless paperwork, the spending-time-with-friends, partying (separate from spending time with friends) and my favorite activity of all time; eating too much for dinner and passing out mid-movie. Such is life when one is stuck in Limbo-land. In an effort to sweeten the waiting period (and God knows waiting, is my least favorite of all activities..) I have decided that dressing up and drinking up should probably top my priority list.. Especially when its just us girls. And with that, we smeared on the lipstick, slipped into the highest of all high heels and marched straight out and into the tapas + vino haven that is Barcino. Seriously, a Spanish feast, 4 bottles of wine, a loud ass car ride, a bottle of Belvedere, ledge dancing, Patron XOs and Brazilian boys later, I was on my way home to my man in what could only be politely described as a drunken stupor in all its excellence. In my defense, I paid for it majorly.. I didn't make it to work on Friday, hungover and sickly, but even that didn't hold me back from BBQing and hitting the clubs all over again on Saturday night. Except this time around, I topped my night off with a huge plate of chili cheese fries.. Before you judge me, let me just blame it all on the brownies................

I hear footsteps in the dark when you hijack my heart

  wearing Forever 21 cut-off pocket tank, The Landmark black shorts, DIY leatherette & feather headdress, Bershka feather necklace worn as bracelet & Forever 21 tribal shoulder bag

Instead of posting the Manila photos that have been clogging up my iPhoto, I decided to fast forward and post something more festive for now.. and what could be more festive than a cowboys-&-indians-themed full moon party at Jungle Bar. Decidedly sick of my sullen mood, I found that neon feathers had a very healing effect on my poor fashion soul.. if you know me by now, you would know that any theme including Indians is a definite must-do for me. I even showed up at the last full moon party in what ended up looking like an Indian costume.. (the theme was "Outer Space" by the way - go figure..) I also destroyed a leather skirt to turn it into two pairs of loin-cloths for my girls Maffi and Nisha, who were the stunning indo gogo-dancers. Hawt! DJ Doomi didn't disappoint as per usual, and it was good to have DJ Surf back from Singapore. My only complaint (BIG complaint) was that the drinks are way overpriced! 250 pesos for a Jack Coke, I thought I was dreaming!

Meanwhile the island has turned into a sea of people, a buzzing flurry of drinking, eating, laughing, shouting human beings.. If I could have it my way, I would be hiding at my house, headphones on, watching a french film and sipping chocolate milk. The upside is, I get to catch up with friends I haven't seen.. and by catch up, I mean, sip lots of cocktails and dance to amazing DJ's. Tomorrow Nina Sky is performing, and I will be in the front row, drink in one hand, camera in another, feathers in my hair and a temporary high in my heart. Yay me!