Kath Leomo
14 July 2009 @ 08:47 am
Room with April Rain  
I saw the love of my life dancing, in front of a cafe in Cubao. He was like the rain: vertical, sometimes horizontal, occasionally diagonal and ungraceful. Despite this lack of grace, I am still amused. Three times, that night, I asked him to take me back. All times, I got denied. I had resigned, albeit not immediately.

But now you are no longer what you were,
the beloved,
Who traded hours of sleep for moments of
harried love.**

While he may no longer be what he was--the one to hold my hand, the one to make me sigh in the morning and twice at night, the one who makes me want to comb my hair--I can not completely say I do not love him anymore. He is, after all, the only one who has staked my heart.

I wish for him to have magic in his life, and to experience the miracle which we have deprived ourselves off. That in itself, I guess, is enough.

Today is his birthday. Happy birthday, Abel Quintos. He turns 24.

** Oscar Zuñiga - Room with April Rain


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Kath Leomo
05 March 2009 @ 09:22 am
Utang Na Loob  
( ka-emohan, ka-artehan at kalandian.. )
  1. He promised he would tell me everything. I told him about all my dates with the boys who ask me out. I told him about me getting a new boyfriend. The least I expected of him to was tell me this. Although, it can be said that this means nothing to him.
  2. Nalaman ko pa dun sa girl mismo na iyon na may "issue" na pala sila. Kasi bigla ba namang nilagay sa multiply niya na: Sa mga curious kung nagdedate nga ba kami ni Abel Quintos, HINDI NGA SABI EH. May taste po yun. --why do you have to claim that? There was no issue to begin with so stop stoking the fires in hopes of producing more flames. I am a girl. I understand these statements. The last one was just there to claim that you are both bagay or that dating you would prove that he has taste. Or something like that. For crying out effing loud, I pursued a thesis on semiotics for a sem, so these things are but elementary to me.
  3. The said girl has some shady undertakings. It is said that she is a klepto. She claims to be seven months pregnant with Clifford Chan. Although she still gets her periods regularly. Ohfvck. The story of which deserves another post. She scams people into buying laptops and cameras which she does not have to begin with. It's a long effing story, which deserves another post.
  4. I would have wanted for you to date some other girl, not her. Oheffingzeus, not her. Not her %*(&%(&schizophrenic-mad-scientist-her.
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Kath Leomo
24 January 2009 @ 11:26 pm
This One's for Intrigue: an Open Letter for Some Boys  
Random. Here we Go:
  1. Remember that time we sat by the cinema lobby--on those benches by the movie posters--and we just talked. How we love talking.
  2. I do not want this. You offend  me by some of the things you do. I believe one must struggle for love not pity; which is as much as you are getting from me. No. I mean it this time.
  3. I can smell the drama from your goodbye. I do not woo people, especially if it was not my fault to begin with. Your heart could break, for all I know. Not until you tell me will I ever find out.
  4. You do not know me. I have come to realize how much you do not know me at all.
  5. Easy come, easy go.
  6. Remember all those times we walked? All those city lights and street lights with nothing under but a shadow of kiss. I guess our love story, if they turn it into a movie, would have to involve a metaphor for walking. ♥ How we love walking.
  7. Remember this: we walked the midnight streets of Ortigas. You were clumsily holding my hand and you were fumbling with words to say. I left with a heartache. But how you made me smile.
  8. Maybe someday, maybe.

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Kath Leomo
27 October 2008 @ 02:56 pm
As Always, This One's For You  
You are the reasons why I can not take the jump. ( Certain explanations are necessary. )



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Kath Leomo
11 September 2007 @ 09:52 am
2 years ♥  
Since that day we decided we're great for each other. YOU.
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Kath Leomo
16 July 2007 @ 11:59 am
here's to the 22nd. because I'd like to remember.  
"Enjoy nga ako, as in, slamat ng marami, Ü" (21:48:17; 15.07.2007)

    This is a good kind of warm: a happiness that makes you feel thankful even for the most banal of things in the day. Like the big black and white card his friends got him for his birthday, or the big slab of rock under that bamboo tree, the fact that it didn't rain, the fact that one of his friend's mother went to get lunch, the fact that he spent it with three of his BESTEST friends in the world: his best man, and his real-life teammates.
   
    And I know I speak for everyone there, they wouldn't have traded that afternoon (even if, it's only for a few hours) for anything or be anywhere in the world. Because you like the warmth, and the assurance of a few close friends, and I am sure everyone was happy.

"D2 nko sa boarding haus, hay slamat tlaga, lalo n s mama m, (sic)" (22:06:44; 15.07.2007)
I guess I'd like to say, this must be what it means to celebrate:
   
    to be thankful for the best friends you keep near, the ones you choose to share the warmest secrets to, the ones you whisper private jokes inside jeepneys with, the ones you are more than thankful for, the ones who do not care if you treat them to fancy restaurants, who are just more than glad you brought yourself and your conversation.

    To be with family, Albeit, not really his own, but a family in the "wholest"  (sic) sense of the word.

"Masaya ako tlaga, as in. Na birthday ko wid u. Nd famili (sic)" (23:29:24; 15.07.2007)
    He told me, he's more than glad he spent his 22nd year on Earth celebrating with those who are very near (not literally, figuratively ) to him.He's thankful, very thankful. And maybe, he wouldn't have had it any other way. And I am glad, more than glad. Because he makes all the waiting all worth it.
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