Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark..

Mango V-neck sweater, RenegadeLovers maxi skirt, Vintage leopard jacket, Zara studded bucket bag, H&M hat & Dunnes shoes

Back to my daily grind. Okay not grind, I get a lot of shit from my friends who live in the city - "You cant possibly be stressed on the beach!" Well I got news for you, its possible. Especially if you're foolish enough to party a little two hard, two nights in a row (during the week, no less). Add a bottle of Aguardiente de Orujo - Aguardiente literally translates into "Firewater", you catch my drift - a half empty stomach, plastic cups as shot glasses, a little too much disco dancing, way too much brain dancing and all this at a Playboy Mansion themed jungle party. The results are; the most detrimental headache of the century, a seemingly developing ulcer and a mental note full of desperate regrets. You may judge me, for I myself am judging myself.. which leads me to the only solution my bruised party spirit is capable of dreaming up: I'm officially quitting drinking. For a month. So to all future Boracay visitors.. if you catch me anywhere sipping something served in a rock glass, feel free to tell me off. In fact, please tell me off.. and then maybe we can laugh about it and do a round of Jaegerbombs together. Kidding!!!

Luckily I love my job, so this tiny mishap isn't getting in the way of my happiness. Again, if you are on the island this summer, come visit me at Ti-Braz. Its located near boat station 1, we serve the best crepes known to mankind (50% off on Tuesdays!) and have most comfortable beach beds on the island. Yes I know, why do I ever complain about my life? We also have a twitter and a tumblr where I will unleash my new found obsession.. food shots. Yay me and good luck to your diets.

These photos were taken on the day before I left for Sweden. My Mom and I wandered around the city, ended up at Marbella Beach Club where we had a picnic on the pier, walked down the promenade to Puerto Banús and ended up shopping for sweets at Hipercor.. her clutching my camera like a weapon and snapping away all day long. I now understand why I have such an addiction to cameras. Really, hanging with my Mom explains so much now.. I also secretly blame her for my inclination to Häagen-Dazs ice cream.

XXX