If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends

Dear blog, I’m embedding these images in your humble pages as a testament of the weekend that was. Then one day, I can take a trip down memory lane and remember that crazy night when my alcohol limit was put to the test, when I unknowingly bruised my car, nearly seduced a random vendor into giving us free chips, plotted blind dates, passed out in Kamille’s couch and chipped in only 50Pesos for all that drink I shoved down my throat. I have amazing friends. That night remains a blur. But I do have patches of memories involving unzipping of garments, Ibyang taking my blackmail-worthy photos, drunk-dialing prospect drivers and the girls talking about the details of their juicy love lives. Oh boy why did I have to miss that last part? Merde! 

I guess I'm notorious for overdressing. This would've been ideal for a fancier night-out/dinner date or Philippine Fashion Week, but not for a small town girl like me. This outfit deserves a lone spotlight so I'm saving the write up for another entry. Currently obsessing over this tribal print bustier from the Fashion Against Aids collection so I'll be wearing this over and over and over. Oh, I forced my sister into lending me this gorgeous maxi skirt from her friends Danielle and Regine's online shop. And I would also like to thank Dean 's sister-in-law for the necklace I bought that same day. Haha It sure became an integral part of my outfit.

PS. Friends, mag twitter na kasi kayo.


Kisses,
A