I tag thee, kite-ballerina!

Here are the Rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you : The World Is My Catwalk

2. Post the rules on your blog

3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself

4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs

5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

I am obsessed with nail polish.
I have my own manicure set, am uncomfortable with people touching my toes and hands and therefore prefer to give myself a mani/pedi. When I am at the mall and anywhere near nail polish, I hunt for colors that I "have not tried yet", but after many trips to the mall, I am convinced I am slowly running out of colors - which still does not stop me from purchasing more. I blame my mother for giving me my most favorite hot pink clinique nail polish when i was 16. She created a monster.

I have one million pairs of sunnies.
I literally cant stop buying them. The more colorful and unique, the better. I often buy the cheaper kind, because I would rather buy a few pieces instead of one, and then getting bored with it. Those above are the ones in rotation at the moment. Right now my (again)favorite are the crazy blue ones I got from This Kid Loves Vintage, which are falling apart already but I like to believe I kinda fixed them with some superglue and a glue gun. Yes I was desperate. Oh and the aqua ones below the white aviators are pretty special too - they turn purple in the sun. Got those for about a dollar and a half. Seriously.

I don't like to admit it but I think I have ADD.
I can not focus on anything for longer than two seconds. Unless it is something I am really really enjoying. I am generally interested in everything, so that makes picking a career extremely tricky. I have been a radio DJ, model, customer service rep, sales consultant, bartender, receptionist, kite boarding instructor and marketing and events coordinator. At least they cant say I'm not hard working, right?
I currently would like to become a pastry chef, tailor, journalist and an ANTM judge.

I have lived all over the world, does that make me some kind of a nomad?
Okay so lets see, born in the Philippines, Germany at 8, Spain at 12, Australia at 14, California at 15, Spain at 16, new york at 16, then the Philippines. Manila a year, Cebu a year, manila three years, Cebu a few months, manila a few months, now boracay going on three years. No wonder I feel like I'm approx. 47 years old. I'm exhausted!

I'm a big crybaby.
When Dr. randy Pausch gave a speech about confronting death on Oprah, I bawled my eyes out. When I read Waris Dirie's Desert Flower, a book about her life as a nomad and how she got through female circumcision as a little girl in Somalia, I was teary eyed for most of the book. When I see someone overjoyed with emotion, I cry happy tears. I cry when I am really really angry. And when I think of my family, I miss them so much, I choke up. I guess I just relate to people's emotions really easily. But don't worry I don't do the ugly cry, It more of a I-cant-stop-these-tears kinda crying. My boyfriend isn't turned off, so that must mean I'm doing alright.
Armageddon pretty much pushes me over the edge. Damn you, Liv Tyler and Bruce Willis for doing the hand-on-glass thingy towards the end. Grr.
Oh but I'm really good at not showing it. Practice. Haha.

My favorite food of le moment is crab.
Steamed, with a cup of lemon butter sauce. It takes me about an hour and a half to dissect the entire crab, and usually by the time I'm done, the liquid butter in my sauce has gone solid. My friend eats the whole thing in about 15mins on a bad day, and she thinks I am beyond weird for taking so long and savoring the moment. Um, shell cracking is like totally like, fun. Crab plus a fresh coconut filled with juice and a lemon tart for dessert pretty much equal "I could die right now" kinda happiness for me.
Oh, how will I ever leave this island?

Consider yourselves tagged:
Stompface
Hot Robot
Elsie
Daisychaindreams
Qin at the disco
and Rachel at MouseVox Vintage

And now If you have had enough with hearing about me and my boring stories, here are some photos from the day of Hallows Eve, when I insisted on kiting in my tutu. Only time of the year when Its socially acceptable - Still, i was the only one in the water who was in costume, but it was pretty obvious how much everyone was wishing it was them gliding over the water in my very beautiful home made tutu. It was pretty damn radical. Oh, I enjoyed every minute of it.

But after about 15mins on the water, my tutu soaked up loads of water and was just saggy and uncooperative, but I'm convinced everyone on the water got my point.