This here city is for the lonely ones, won't find no angels selling maps to the lost

[wearing Calvin Klein high waist cut-offs, TopShop zipper body, vintage polka-dot tunic, Centropelle platforms via Zalora.ph]

Things I learned this week.

• Bullet points are still fun.
• It's rained far too much.
• It might be time for a drastic hair change..
• Dr. Atkins' diet works.
• Team Miami Heat = rockstars.
• Hunter Parrish of Weeds is PRETTY.
• I miss speaking German.
• I'm way too picky for my own good.
• Sleeping all day is good stuff.

These photos were taken at Prive on yet another night of dancing.. the shoes are currently my favorite - I love them so much, I ordered them in black, only to get the wrong pair and to be told that the pair I want is not in stock anymore. I could cry! I might seriously have to re-think my love affair with shoes, and go back to strutting around barefoot. [insert spoiled frustrated whining]

Can you tell I have nothing valid to complain about? The skies are clearing..

We're tearing up the town 'cause that's just how we do

After years (?) of communicating online, we finally managed to bump into eachother. So I had to pull a sneaky and snap a photo of us just in case I don't see her for another 2 years - the Friday night crowd at Prive was intense last night, and so I fled to my usual comfort spot to get my Champagne-drink on from there.. the DJ's booth.

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This is hardcore and I'm indestructible

[photo by Jay Santos, taken at Privé Luxury Club, Fort Bonifacio]

I have to apologize for the long-running absences, but my life is such an unpredictable story at the moment. Three weeks ago, I moved back to the Philippines from beautiful Morocco and had quite a bit of personal drama to sort out. With a sigh of relief, let me give you a quick recap of all what's been up lately:

• (I have rediscovered the awesomeness that are bullet points)
• I need to stop speaking to Filipino taxi drivers in French.
• McDonald's 24-hour delivery is essential to city life.
• Malls give me panic-attacks.
• The 18th floor is a good place to call home.
• If you drink it every night, Champagne will no longer give you splitting headaches the day after.
• I'm perhaps not the "corporate" type. 
• If you cannot trust your friend, then he/she is not your friend. Simple.
• This song is, like, the awesomest song ever.
• I online-shop when I am hungover.
• I really want to make clothes again..
• Single life suits me - exclamation point !

I have been missing Morocco for so many reasons. At the end of the day, I never imagined that I would meet such amazing personalities in my 4-month-stint there. I learned French, how to enjoy a good bottle of Rose and that Friday is cous-cous day. I carry with me only love and good memories, and will always look back wanting to do it over again.

When I left for Morocco, I had no idea where I was going, what I was going to do and who I was. I was lost, hurt, and frustrated, constantly feeling like everything I invest in my relationships was ultimately for nothing. I realized that I was making the same mistake over and over again. I would love until I could love no more, and then I would love some more, until nothing was left to myself but scraps of an already battered heart. And when everything would turn sour, I couldn't find my way out of my darkness. With a series of ups and downs under my belt, I realized I had to make a change, before I would self-destruct to the point of no return. I now know, I can't change the way I love, I will always love to the point of madness, it's just how I am. But I can choose to take a deep breath and a big break from it all, and learn how to nurture my relationship with myself first. And maybe someday, somehow.. I'll be ready to be knocked off my high heels again. Maybe.

But until then, let's dance.

And if Cupid's got a gun, then he's shootin'..

[wearing Boom Sason Fashion LaMoss pants, neon tie-dye The Headware worn as tube top]

Apologies to all the unanswered emails! I have been so caught up in the now that I have had no time to breathe, let alone sleep. I just got back from Morocco a few days ago after 4 months of falling in love with the country and have been fighting my jetlag and heartaches with my boys Jose & Jack.. 5 days in Boracay should restore me to my better self and then I promise I will try to wake up my half-dead braincells by writing more. For more constant updates, follow me on Instagram [renegadelovers] and Tumblr [renegadeloverrr.tumblr.com]. 

Also, I finally have a Facebook page for the blog: 

Show me some lovin' ♥

Trust Me, It's Paradise

Kisses from gloomy Boracay! XOXO 

 PS: Thank you my lovely Xavier Ryan for the photos!

Oh, if tomorrow comes, I wanna waste my love on you like a pearl merchant..

 [wearing thrifted loose tank, Boom Sason Pants, Zara heels, vintage blazer & bag]

I'm bored with being sick. The weather in Marrakech last weekend was hot and dry, leading me to drink lots of (anything) liquid, amounting to an admittedly copious amount of all things alcoholic. What's new.. So it was no surprise to anyone that I would spend almost an entire week in bed afterwards, suffering the pains of a much-delayed mega-hangover, while sniveling over the final season of Grey's Anatomy, deep house music surfing on you tube and learning how to make soup out of whatever what left in my fridge. Although back to work now, my cough has stayed relentless, causing me many hours of sleep a night. Insert "I hate Mondays" rant here..

Kech seriously rocks me hard, and if it wasn't for the increasingly exaggerating dry desert summer-heat over there, I probably would have packed up and left Rabat and moved south. But I guess I'll just save my energy for when I am back there next month.. I know, the party never stops. It's like it follows me around everywhere I go........... Not that I'm complaining, or anything ;)

x

Hearts.. Hearts that break the night in two

[Dane wearing Boom Sason Kate shirt, Sabrina wearing Boom Sason La Moss pants]

 There are very few things I love doing more than clubbing with my baby sister. She is shockingly grown up for her age, and inherited my painfully rebellious streak. Also, she mouths off like no other and comprehends my sarcasm and growing disdain for all things mediocre and uptight. Two untamed peas in an unpredictable pod. 

I would be lying If I said I was surprised that she couldn't keep her fingers off my Boom Sason pants, for their irresistible factor is through the roof. So we stomped out together arm in arm, both wearing the same designer and both single and under the influence.. and I was finally able to see my lovely high school girlfriend, Kenza, after a whopping amount [14?] of years too. Marrakech nightlife can't be underestimated, and neither should be the amounts of liquor available for consumption. Can't wait for more of that next weekend, when I am Kech-bound all over again.. hopefully with some sun by the pool this time..

Boom Sason is releasing her Swimwear collection soon. View teaser HERE. 

Topple you down from your sky forty stories high

 [wearing Boom Sason La Moss pants, Zara top, blazer & heels, vintage bag]

Who would have thought clubbing in Marrakech could be so much fun? After the touristy touring, it was time to switch into shoes I can't run in and my now newest wardrobe favorite; my Boom Sason pants. I have always avoided anything leathery looking around my thighs because of my shape, and generally assumed leather + bootay = NO. But it looks like I was wrong. And the night after, my little sister managed to convince me to let her wear them.. Looord have mercy on her soul if I find her trying to sneak them into her suitcase, haha!

So these days I am nothing but tired. Tired tired tired. Everything seems to be sucking the life out of me. And spending 9 hours on a train yesterday amongst screaming children on vacation probably pushed me so far towards the edge that only a half a bottle of wine and 2 hours of chain smoking could bring me back down to earth. 

Tomorrow is Friday and then Saturday and you know what that means............... I get to sleep all day. 

Ohhh yes baby.

And I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can forget my name while you collect your claim

[wearing zebra print Headware as tube top, gifted red wrap skirt and flower print RayBans (gift from Australia)]

At this point in our lives, we all ask ourselves the same question: "Where do I belong?" I, for one, have been seemingly living out of my suitcase, in an endless flurry of excess baggage charges, airport massages and weather changes. At some point, I have started feeling lost in my own life. My constant priority shifts have turned one or two sunny days into some kind of a nightmare. I feel like I am being chased by my own white rabbit, yelling and pointing and pushing me over the edge. The lingering feeling of "Am I missing out on something?" is one that wont easily be shaken, followed closely by the much dreaded "Am I on the right path?"- And so, more questions start rolling in..

Some days, I feel safe only with a pillow over my head, protected by chemically induced sleep. Ah, sleep, what a wonderful thing.. when it's available to me. It's like time stops and you need not worry about anything, you need not ask yourself anything, and you need to go nowhere. What a luxury. It is my most favorite way to pass the time..

And when I cant sleep to forget, I guess all I can do is to dance to forget.

(Photos taken at the Boracay FunBoard Cup "Siamese Twins in the 80's Party")

Like every day's my last, this time runs extra fast..

  HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! ☮ ✌

I don't know about you but my 2011 verged on the ridiculously unforgiving. Its a wonder I made it through without committing murder, or arson.. It was like being stripped off my last bit of sanity. Luckily that's over, and 2012 finally offers us a hopeful glimpse at a clearer horizon. Since it's the year the Mayans have apparently predicted our doom, surely it isn't a bad idea to take this year by the horns and go at a race pace, fun loving, much dancing, loud laughing and life living.. to the maximum.. right? 

As for me, I ended my turbulent year with lots of windy days, sickeningly perfect sunsets, a few sunrise moments,  a kiss under the fireworks, one too many drinks and a French boy I adore. A couple of days into the new year and I am perfectly content counting my (few)pesos, making ridiculous travel plans, working my behind off and spending mucho time with friends who matter. When a breather from teaching is finally in order, I'm going to write my 2012 bucket list in the thickest marker I can find on a bit of neon cardboard and hang it on my wall for me to always see right before I jet out of the house and into the sun.. After all, there is still lots of wall space in my room meant for this purpose, right underneath my perfectly placed fairy lights..

How was your NYE? ☺