On the Jellicoe Road

       “If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless," I tell him.
        He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly. "Not driving any more.” 
                                                                                

                                                                                      ― Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road

Sunflowers

As you've heard, the commencement exercise in UP Diliman was held last Sunday. And the sunflowers was timed perfectly this year! It was such an awesome sight, it inspired me to work harder so I can wear my own ecru dress and sablay when the time comes. Graduating in UP is no joke, it seems like the most difficult thing I have to do. I cannot fully encompass it here. (I'm sure my fellow iskolars will understand.)

Also, it changed my mind about those light pink roses I want to receive randomly from my You. Give me a bouquet of sunflowers and I will hug You and squeal on the spot like a completely demented creature. Ha ha ha!

The photos are taken by my awesome friend, Chrsytelle Butalid. She's a future art director for a high end fashion magazine, so watch out! She excels in every kind of art and I couldn't help being impressed by her talents everytime.

Congratulations to all UP graduates! Serve the people!

- Seyra x

I'm like a hopeless romantic without the hopelessness and romance.

I don’t even know if I believe in love. What does it even mean? No, I am not bitter. But I’m more afraid to grow old with someone, than to grow old alone. Isn’t that weird? I know I’m weird.

I want to have my own personal definition of love. I don’t know my meaning yet but I like that love is a verb. Obviously, I hate love has the perfect time and place. If you really love someone, any time and place is perfect. Time and place is meaningless. People are just too tired to try so they make pathetic excuses like that.

If you’re not happy with your relationship, then leave. I don’t get it, why do people cheat? Love is sometimes so fucked up. But I like that love can be simple and direct. That’s a good definition of love, too.

I like that love is not the first three months or the honeymoon period. Love happens when you’re after that stage. It’s not always happy, sure. But you still own up to it, because you’ve made a commitment. You don’t give up when things are hard. Heck, you don’t even give up when things become unbearable. You just make it work. I knew Train was right when he sang, if it’s love, we decide if it’s forever, no one else can know it better.

And I’m the farthest thing from perfect and it’s okay because I’m not looking for someone perfect. I want someone that will hold my hair when I puke and still kiss me back even if I reek of vodka and taste like vomit. I want someone spontaneous and dispensable. I just want someone who won’t run away.

Post Graduation

So, my sister graduated two days ago and we went to Tramway Garden Buffet to celebrate. She graduated with Latin honors and I'm infinitely proud of my her. But, I didn't get to attend her graduation for I was busy taking care of my lolo at home.

On to dinner, it was an eat-all-you-can, no holds barred event, so we took a sample of everything! There was Japanese, Filipino and Chinese food that it will be a shame to not taste them. It's just too limiting when you go on a diet. Then, we went to Roxas Boulevard and Star City!

(Disclaimer: I neglected my blogger duties so this all came from a camera phone.)

So happy with my favorite Japanese dish!

Happy graduation, sis!

Definitely wrong outfits to wear! I thought we were going to a superclub. 

Here I am with my sister's beau, Kevin

- Seyra x

10 Things I Hate About You

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when  you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

-Kat Stratford (Julia Stiles, 10 Things I Hate About You, 1999)

99 words

And then suddenly it’s summer again, and I’m sitting in the living room, talking to you about nothing in particular and everything else, from 11pm to 3am. It was dark but I felt at home with the shadows, if only because I was talking with you. I can’t remember any of the things you told me and any of the things I’ve said. I just remember feeling happy and content whilst time changed from night to midnight to morning.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. But I loved you better when you had your arms around me.

A Tribute to Summer

There's always a time when you want to take off all your clothes. Kidding! LOL. My summer outfits adventure continues with this cut out peplum top. And since it's a sheer cut out already, I paired it with jeans (gasp!). My friends know I'm not a jean person, for I feel sad whenever I have to wear them--but here goes. You have to strike a complicated balance with your clothes. This looks like a cute beach cover-up or a pseudo swimsuit, don't you think?

Landmark top, Freego jeans

collar necklace from Landmark

People are People heels

This feels so presko! Bring the heat on. Plus, peek-a-boo styles are all the rage this season, so you can never go wrong with this. Just make sure that the cut-out isn't too much or you can go from classy to trashy in an instant.

Hype this on Lookbook and vote on Chictopia. 

- Seyra x