I just wanna be someone, anyone, but I wanna be a
Star for a week or two
Just wanna be someone, anyone
I’d be complete if I could be a star for a week
- Steve Harley

We were the youngest there and it was a night to remember.

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Merry Christmas all!

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I can’t remember if I mentioned on my blog that after my wedding v 1.1 and wedding v 1.2 I would be interested in having short hair. Now I haven’t had short hair since I was probably 8 years old and back then I looked like a skinny boy.

Not long after coming back to the UK, I went to a few salons and tried out different styles. It was not until I went to my hairdresser in the Philippines that I found the perfect cut.

Not the greatest of pictures, but they will have to do for now. Thoughts? :)

By the time you read this, it is highly likely I will be busy self medicating with a beautiful bottle of Pol Roger.

Not only do I have to grieve the dying year, but  I am also one year on the other side of 25.

Have a sparkly New Year, lovelies!

Wherever you are, however you’re celebrating it (although if you are drinking wine, I dearly hope that it’s something decent…) ;

Have a very Merry Christmas.

And for a little childish giggle…Whine making!

(sorry for the blur, was a bit tipsy at this point ;) )

It was a lovely occassion; a time for good friends, comfort foods and beautiful wine. What you do not see in these photos:

• What’s that funky smell? – We bought a nice piece of sirloin of beef to roast. We kept it in the fridge, believing it would mature well for a few more days. When the time came to rub in the salt, pepper and oil, a faint smell filled the room…we disregarded this and placed it into the oven. 30 minutes in and that faint smell turned putrid. After a lot of  “Omg, has it gone bad?!”,”I can’t believe it!”, “No it still must be good!”, “What does Google say?!” we threw it out. I’d rather make a loss of £££ than make any of my guests ill :p What did we do for backup? Broke out the garlic, bay leaves, soysauce, vinegar and belly pork. Pork adobo anyone? Our friends were treated to the Filipino specialty :)
• The Red Ring of Death – Thirty minutes before our first guests were to arrive, our reliable music-video-gamestation  XBox 360 died with the infamous Red Ring of Death. Bing Crosby’s crooning voice was relegated to a hastily engineered sound system of a laptop and some mini speakers.

Besides these mini crises, the party was a bag full of holiday greetings, catching up, looking through wedding photos, passing out Christmas cards and planning our future social events for the coming year. A great way to kick off the party season ^_^

Will be posting up the recipes for the chocolate marzipan bunnies and chocolate truffles soon :)

So it’s been two years since I started to seriously think about getting a tattoo. And as with anything with me, it’s never a rush decision. There was criteria to fulfill:

1. It had to mean something to me
2. I didn’t want it to be made in some average corner tattoo shop
3. Specifically I want it done during a holiday abroad
4. Near a beach
5. In an Island
6. In the Philippines

Simple, right? Well, I had my chance when during a massage at Coco Beach (which happens to be a beach resort) in Puerto Galera (which happens to be in the Island of Oriental Mindoro) in the Philippines (well… y’know what’s coming) that the resident artist also did permanent tattoos. So, after a chat I found out he knew Alibata. There you have it and this post documents the process of getting my Philippine family name in Alibata permanently marked on my ankle. Tadah!

Okay, it wasn’t as simple as that. I delayed the event a few days to really -really- think about it. As in: Will it look nice? Will it look nice with all my shoes? Do I have to throw any shoes away? How about my dresses? Will it go with my evening gowns? Does it mean I have to style myself tribal forever?!

The machine…

The artist and the victim…

Aaaaaarrrghhhh!!! No seriously, it wasn’t too bad. When the needle wasn’t near a bone or tendon I didn’t feel a thing. Unfortunately the ankle is full of bones and tendons. Graaagggggrrgle….

George Marley, the artist. I bought a lovely painting from him too.

The end result the next day…

Happy ^_^

Ps. Will post about Coco Beach soon! <3

Hope you all had a gruesome Halloween night and a scary day of the dead!

Love

Mr Sweeney Todd & Mrs Lovett

Ps. Touristy posts will be served up very soon ;)