"I'm not perky."

 [wearing Forever 21 skirt, Zara black shirt, the Landmark white shirt, DIY ribbon tie, B Club suede thigh-high boots]

Photos by Rich Sarto

For those who have followed my blog since the start, you are probably annoyingly aware of my penchant for all things Halloween and my borderline obsessive habit of acquiring or creating costumes for myself and others. As my first Halloween back in the city in YEARS (6) - I had to make sure it wasn't gonna be an excuse for me to slack off. And this time around, I had two parties to attend at PRIVE. Costume #1 was for the 27th.. so I saved the best for the 31st. I didn't wanna be cute, or sexy, I just wanted to be more like myself. And I wanted to see how much time (in %) I could spend in one night, fighting off a smile. It was much harder than I thought.. especially after a little Champagne and while dancing. YOU try dancing to hip hop while frowning. Go on, try it...........

Wednesday Addams is kind of a personal hero of mine. Small, sarcastic, sinister. And she was always impeccably dressed. The baddest. The best.

Wednesday: Pugsley, sit in the chair. 

Pugsley: Why? 

Wednesday: So we can play a game. 

Pugsley: What game? 

Wednesday: [strapping him in] It's called, "Is There a God?" 

You get my point. ♥

What were YOU this Halloween?

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.