Kath Leomo
08 June 2009 @ 02:11 pm
The first trick is to breathe.

The rest comes as natural as heavy sighing and lip movements, a collection of a mutual exchange of attraction--or lack thereof.

The first kiss is a ritual: that which opens doors or closes them. As it has been said, the first kiss is important because it determines the second, third and fourth. It is the gate which signals the possibility of a repetition.

In the tradition of a friend who once wrote about his first date encounters in his blog. I would like to push the envelope further and tell you all about those first kisses. Here is a small collection of first kisses I shared with people, note that these are the only ones I have kissed more than twice. All those which I did not write about, I have forgotten or refused to commit to memory. Note that none of the details are changed, however, this is not written in chronological order.

Here we go:

(1) It was 4am on a February morning. I had promised to kiss him the night before, if he arrived on time to bring me to the bus. We were standing in a doorway, with a coffee cup in hand when the lights went out. His hands found his way to my waist, I tiptoed and leaned forward while he waited for the kiss. I kissed him first.

(2) It was a February night. We were sitting on a park bench, make that the park bench table, while I was drinking a can of four seasons. We were drowning out the sound of kids partying to loud music and celebration by discussing pizza and the flavor onions lend to steak. In the middle of the sentence, I abruptly cut him by stealing that first kiss.

(3) It was a cold March night. We were soused with alcohol when we decided to get up and jog around the area. I was jogging ahead of him, while he was trying his best to catch up. He stopped beside a vehicle trying to catch his breath. He looked up, smiled and said he needed encouragement. I said, "Oh, come on." I jogged a few more steps, turned around, stopped him and I gave him a kiss.

(4) It was a rainy night in August, I made a bet that if he finishes the Rubik's cube in less than ten minutes that I will reward him with a kiss. He did. Standing in that hall, with all the doors of the rooms closed, was where it happened. We were standing, I kissed him first. I remember him trembling and shivering like it was the coldest night of the year. He puts his jacket on and trembled still.

(5) It was a June night. My sister had her boyfriend over and they are sleeping on the bunk below. I was sleeping beside my sister's boyfriend's chaperon. He was whispering random inanities behind me. To get it over and done with and to shut him up, I turned around and gave him a kiss. They had to leave a few minutes later.

(6) We were discussing Facebook and Friendster in his friend's apartment. It was a Monday, a September afternoon. We sat on a mat and played a game of staring at each other, first one to feel uneasy loses. In the middle of staring and staring down, I felt uneasy. I did not let him know. I gave him a kiss instead. I could feel the surprise in his mouth. He kissed back, wide-eyed and smiling. He closed his eyes. I kissed him again and again.

(7) It was a December night. We were meaning to shop for gifts for our friends. In the middle of traffic, I turned towards him, put my elbows on the box near the hand brake and acted charming. He turned to look at me, and I gave him a kiss. I laughed after, an empty laugh, the kind of laugh that lied. He held my hand and asled me why I was laughing. I told him his kiss was electric.

(8) It was one of those humid October nights. We were sitting on the back of a cab, fumbling to get home. I turned towards him, asked if he liked me. He was flushed. I knew he did. Before saying another word, I cupped his face and gave him a kiss.

(9) It was a hot summer night in March. We were sitting on a couch when he had this brilliant idea that you could only tell if you are comfortable with someone if you can stand sitting with this person for ten minutes without saying anything. We decided to try it for ten minutes without making a sound. He sets the timer on his phone for ten minutes. On the 7th minute, I decided to face him and mess up his hair. He looked surprised, smiled and almost made a sound. On the 8th minute, He leans over and kisses me first. The ten minutes was over. I was stunned. I couldn't say anything.

(10) It was the second Saturday of September. We were camped in a friend's house, sharing conversation over two  bottles of tequila. As luck would have it, he was dared to kiss me. Prior to the kiss, while everyone was cheering, I could hear nothing but the flicker of my eyelashes. Understand that this kiss had stood between us for two years: I was impatient. I did not wait for him, so I swooped in over for that first kiss. There was no taste of Tequila in his mouth. I looked for it long and many times after.
 
 
The Night Starts Here: office
The Very Thing: cheerful
Celebration Guns: Miracle Fortress - Digital Love (Daft Punk Cover)
 
 
Kath Leomo
04 May 2009 @ 11:17 am
*^(*&T U(T UT&^R YG&* R&^R&^ (that's aggrotyping for Yey, Thank You)
 
 
Kath Leomo
04 October 2008 @ 12:55 am
And I sincerely need to write this down.

I have once heard from somewhere that a person either lives a life of happiness or a life of fulfillment. Albeit the occasional thunderstorms and rainstorms in my life, I believe I am happy. But I refuse to believe that I will never have that life of fulfillment.

At 23, I believe I have experienced more thunderstorms in my life than your average girl. My life was never boring. Raised by a single mother, who gets beaten up by a man who has 4 families. Being the eldest, I know the feeling of having to shelter my siblings from the noise the beating makes. There are so many things. I can proudly hold high the badge I earned for having a tumultuous childhood. At 22, we had to bear a cross. And this cross, I believe had given me a general outlook of gratitude. I find that I am thankful for the little things. Like getting on a skip-train. Or the juicy-melon smell of my lip balm in the morning.
  1. I am thankful for my family. My brother and sisters at that. I know, come hell and high water, they will stand by me. We will stand by each other. No need for words, baby.
  2. I am thankful for my few good friends. I know that I can sincerely name 5 people who will gladly lose blood, sleep and guts for me. And I believe I will do more than that for them.
  3. I am thankful for my friends in law school. And the few left from Baguio.
  4. I am thankful that I get to do a job which interests me. I can not say that I am passionate about writing. But I know I love it. And I will pick doing this as a job than most others, any damn day.
  5. I am thankful for Joy Camille. Because despite the fact that we never talk, or that we never see each other, I know I can run to her when I need a steady pair of arms to crash into.
  6. I am thankful for Abel Quintos. Despite the fact that (1) we're not together anymore, (2) he's an effing workaholic--congrats on the promotion, btw!, (3) i miss him on most days, we still manage to be really good friends. I think we are better friends now than before that first kiss. I am thankful for him because I know he never cheated on me. Being with him validates me. There is no other person in the world who can make me feel secure and loved the way he does.
  7. my dearest, darling Mia.
  8. Schadenfreude. you'll get your due. popcorn and 3d shades, anyone?

REMINDER: BIRTHDAY WISH LIST )
 
 
The Night Starts Here: OSI-110
The Very Thing: excited
Celebration Guns: Hope || Jack Johnson
 
 
Kath Leomo
19 April 2008 @ 08:46 am
When you get an 8-5 job, Mondays to Fridays, you'll most definitely appreciate the value of a Friday afternoon. Even if you are flat broke with fare, you'll look forward to sitting in that air-conditioned piece of metal/sardine can you take to get you home (be it an fx, long bus rides, train rides, your own car)

Except that this Friday for me was different. I had to beg for fare in Cubao.

Here is how the story went:

Me and an officemate went to have dinner in SM Megamall, as I am a ravenous glutton who eats every two hours, preferably a sit-down meal like pasta or rice. My sister, Alex, called me to tell me to meet her in SM Fairview. So I obliged. I had only 30pesos in my wallet and I figured, since I am meeting my sister, all I need to get me home is 5p because I can borrow 20p from her for fare from SM Fairview to our province in Caloocan City. So I had to borrow 5p from my officemate, promising to pay on Monday. And off we went to the bus stop in Megamall, after the usual goodbye beso-beso of sorts off I went to the bus with 35p in my hand to pay to the konduktor so I can be brought to SM Fairview.

Lo and behold! Alex will call to tell me to meet her in Trinoma, so that we can bum a ride with my mother and father, rather than SM Fairview. And the love for Friday nights began to lose its hold on me. I almost panicked thinking I had no more money in my wallet, and to continue going to SM Fairview will mean I had to beg for 20p for my fx fare. To go to Trinoma however, only require me to beg for 8p from people. So I decided to choose that option instead.

I begged for 8p from Cubao to Qmart. What a sight! Me in my fairly decent clothes begging for money. I can almost hear the ladies telling me to get a job. (Mind you, I have one. I am smart and fairly capable to get another higher paying one) Thank you to that security guard in ManHunt (a gay bar, I think, in Cubao) for five pesos and 2p from lady with a little boy, and a peso from random mid-twenties girl. Thank You.

By this time, I was royally pissed. Imagine having to beg from strangers?! To add to that, the bus I got on, allowed me to go down some 30meters from my designated stop, so I had to walk and get hit by strangers walking the opposite direction. Good thing Trinoma is air-conditioned.

Next time, I must remember to have extra loose change.

***I really had one thousand in my wallet, but being the close-fisted girl I am, i decided begging for money is better than breaking the bill.
 
 
The Night Starts Here: with the one you want to be with
The Very Thing: pissed off
Celebration Guns: Reasons to Love You || Meiko
 
 
Kath Leomo
i don't normally post on a Monday night. I just don't but for the sake of this muse of inspiration, I shall post something that inspired me to think--idea was kind of stolen from ms Sophia Cuevas ([info]imstuck) entry could also be found here:

I have fangirl crushes. I admittedly do. But for the entirety of my life in UP Baguio, the list could only be summed up to three. (crushes like real madgirl-fangirl crushes NOT i-find-you-cute-and-amusing-soandso crushes) and it's not because I am very picky but because, yes, there's no one to have crushes on. (because walang guwapo sa UPBaguio either they are gay or taken or both (totally not a fan of those, thank you).

My first crush was when I was in first year college. Okay so he is my blockmate. for the sake of this post, let's call him A. I don't know if he has friendster--I doubt that he even uses the internet. And for the sake of the banalities let me take a moment to describe how and why we are related. I was with him everyday. He fetches me from Manang Mane most every MWF so that we can go to Maan Caampued's Kom1 class together.

But this crushing feeling did not even last more than a month. Because I had to post a "love poem" in our logbook which our blockmates thought was for him. He said I was overcharging (what am I a bull?) Which (1)was not for him, (2)was for everyone to read because (3) i am sappy-crappy-romantic like that. So he stopped fetching me at Manang Mane's. And I did not talk to him.And the crushing feeling was shaken off sooner than expected. Besides, it was only the start of my college education. It was the second week of August 2002. I had four years ahead of me.

When I was in second year college, I had a crush on this boy. Lester Valle, i think was his name. But MC (my friend) and I, we call him Tims. Because he looks like a timawa. He was my Physics 11 classmate. I liked seeing him. I even had to pass by their kiosk (he was ACS, i think) every once in a while to have to be able to take stolen glances of him. So what did I do? I sent him "stalker letters". Partly because I am crazy, and partly because I wanted to scare the daylights out of him. I thought I had fallen BIGTIME. was I dead wrong. Two months and three letters later, I had totally forgotten why I even liked him in the first place.

What is weird about me having a crush on Tims is because I never really wanted him to even know I exist. I wanted to be a secret that he will never find out about. I sent him a grand total of three stalker letters. Because he's not that kind you'd like to stalk, and because I found out he had a girlfriend who just happens to look like my sister
[info]sugarhouses
I thought that having to have a crush on this boy is too weird and crazy for me. after about a month or so of "crushing on him, off I went to the opposite direction.

Come my junior year in college, I thought to myself, with the rate that I was having crushes on people I am bound to have flavor of the month/year anytime soon. Seeing that I have crushes that last for about a month, to be able to achieve my crushing dreams I had to have a crush after the next one had faded. (grand total for a school year should be a minimum of two and a maximum of 10) I had a boyfriend then. It wasn't anything serious. I wanted the relationship  with that boy to end quite sooner than it happened--way sooner than it happened.

Anyway, this was then the time I was applying for an org. Let's call that org DS. I remember everything about that afternoon like that moment happened just this afternoon:

"Hello, dear applicants. Please meet our chairperson AQ. He's never had a girlfriend."

I thought how big of an arrogant stuck-up bastard this chairperson/boy is, seeing that maybe (a) he is too choosy, (b) he's always basted, or (c) a fatal combination of both. I imagined electric fans being turned on the moment he walked into the door. And my, what a shameless arrogant flirt this chairperson is. After telling me I debate like I am signing his slum book, he smiled coyly. The way boys do when they are a little intoxicated. I felt flattered by the unsolicited intoxication (I found out a few days later, he just happens to smile like that--crooked teeth and all).

I had to be admitted to that org ON PROBATION. And there had been some rumors--from other trainees and Donna--that the only reason that I was in the list was because the cute chairperson (sans the sarcasm) vouched for me. Which I found out was only half-true seeing that it was also Ate Abby who got me in the list in the first place. (long story--maybe for another time)

So, mr chairperson came up to me one random windy day, (three days after the try-outs) and told me I had to train that Saturday. And I thought that mr. chairperson isn't too bad--after all he has crooked teeth. And a nice smile. and he talks to me in a way that makes me feel like I am flirting too. And did I mention how good his shirt smell the moment he passed by? It was then that I realized I had a crush on mr chairperson.

i dismissed having a giddy school girl crush on mr Chair because I had a boyfriend. But then I find myself searching for him in friendster and adding him up. and emailing my high school friends about having a crush on mr Chair instead of telling them about my current flame. I thought what with everything that had passed me by like the weather and old infatuations, this too shall pass. But yes, I was dead wrong. I found it so hard to shake off the "crushing" feeling off of mr chair.

So hard, that, yes even now I still have a crush on him, and yes a whole lot more.

(to be continued. depending on demands)
 
 
The Very Thing: giddy like a school girl
 
 
Kath Leomo
15 August 2006 @ 10:35 pm
ah, i waannnaaaaa, waaannnnaaaa, waaanaaaa go to the 2006 Pusoy jam!!! and sit in front and ogle the very thin male host and make puppy dog eyes and scream at the top of my lungs cheering for that boy. as if he really is the main attraction of the show.

too bad i can't. it's there. i'm here. NOT FAIR

will kill kill kill for photos of the host, and a play by play, blow by blow account of that Pusoy Jam thing! especially of the male host. erm, *sizzle sizzle*

who wants to make me Hap-hap-HAPPY?


I NEED TO ASK A little FAVOR FROM ANYONE UP THERE!!


does anyone have a camera? will be delightfully delirious if anyone sends me photos

fvck you, ATENEO and your stupid midterms. 

oh well. maybe another day.

 
 
The Very Thing: lover, love me!
Celebration Guns: that chuckie commercial