Kath Leomo
Fête de la Musique in Metrowalk Ortigas last Saturday (20 June 2009) was fun. While I didn't get to watch a lot of bands--saw only a few, with Turbogoth and Taken by Cars as the ones I remember the most--it was the conversation with some friends after (over a few bottles of beer) which made the night an amusing one to recall.

I can not quite remember who brought the topic up: the bare minimum requirement for a relationship. I misinterpreted the question as the "worst guy who you can imagine yourself going out on one date with," this is surprising considering that no one has even mentioned any of those words in the conversation. I had even enumerated requirements such as listens to Spongecola and 33 yo as the bare minimum. (I would never date anyone who can not offer me a good song, and is beyond 5 years my senior.)

Thinking about it now, I know at least one type which I am pretty sure to stay away from: an Aquarius.

I have only dated two Aquarians in my entire life. However, this does not mean that I do not know any Aquarius. In fact, thinking about it now and counting all the people I do not like and am disgusted at, it would be safe to say that a notable majority of them are Aquarius.

If you are an Aquarius and you are reading this, I suggest for you to do any of the two things below:

(1) Stop reading from this point on or
(2) Help me change my mind.
 
One thing I notice about Aquarius is their need to prove that they are always right, how they are "better than thou", they are also very contrarian and have this need to always have a say on everything. All of them are very dogmatic and have this rigid, quite traditional view on almost everything. (I am not one to say that all Aquarius are like that, only the ones I know)

As of writing, I know 7 Aquarians who I severely detest the guts of. The thing with me and people from this sign, is that I start off pretty warm with them. I begin with a natural affinity and love for them which eventually turns into a severe disgust I lovingly wish them schadenfreude everyday.

1) My father. My father is an Aquarius born on the 12th of February. I actually know two other people born on this day, and I dislike them both. Out of respect for the man, and the fact that it was father's day yesterday, I will not say anything much about my father. Needless to say, he is in this list.

2) Jake Doctor, born on the 7th of February. My relationship with Jake is one which started out of mutual respect. We helped each other out in times of need, I made his Legal Philosophy paper and he stood by me during my mother's stroke. It would have not been so bad had I not been demonized by him because of some things I will not discuss here. After him asking me to continue being friends by exchanging correspondence, he magically disappears on me right after he asked me to help him with a letter he needs for law school. Way to go, asshole.

3) A boy born on the same day as my father. I will not put his name here. Two things I do not like most about this boy are: he uses people as an emotional crutch for happiness and that he is too clingy. I remember the exact moment I began to feel disgusted the moment he told me: "I know you love me too." Holyfvck, what? Ugh, NO.

4 & 5) My aunt and one of her daughters. Thinking about these two reminds me of the worst betrayals in my life. Considering their very narrow mind and their rigidity in opinion, I should have never been surprised that these Aquarians would never listen to other people's opinion other than the ones they are already accustomed to.

6) My cousin born on the 14th of February. This cousin of mine deserves an entry altogether. Which is what I will be doing within the week.

7) A college roomie born on the same day as my father. No, this isn't the one I tried to poison (lol). Conservative, possessive, and very judgmental. Our falling apart began when she started reading the messages in my phone suspecting that her girlfriend is cheating on her with me. While she remains to be one of the two Aquarians who are still dear to me, our relationship had gone from being warm to cold.

Because Aquarius left a bad taste in my mouth, I would like to declare that one of the bare minimum requirements for a harmonious relationship with me is that they are not Aquarius.


And because posts are better with photos, here is one of the two photos taken of me in Fête (from L to R) Nikki, JJ, Kath, Helga and Kel. (almost in photo is Alex):



 
 
Celebration Guns: New Order - Your Silent Face
 
 
Kath Leomo
28 May 2009 @ 11:06 am
I am an emotional eater, along with pretty much half of the girl-population in the planet.

Oreo Truffles


When I feel sad, there are a few things which will undoubtedly make me happy (heart thievery material):
  • Devil's Food Cake from the Chocolate Kiss Cafe
  • Jamaican Patties
  • Ilocos Empanada
  • Lumpia (the one with vegetables in it)
  • Fried Chicken and Balot (together)

Yesterday, I got sad news about something I have been waiting for. While there is no finality to it yet, it still feels terrible knowing that there is a possibility of not getting it. I do not want to talk about it yet. Needless to say, it is the type to make me go blank staring in buses bound home.

Because of this frustrating and disappointing update, I decided to make myself happy by making some oreo truffles. I wish I can send some to my friends. So that I can balance out the karma and eventually get that thing which I want.

Hopeful and still crossing fingers.

PS. I am arranging my livejournal  tags. They are now down to below 40. LOL

 
 
Celebration Guns: Phoenix - Lisztomania (Alex Metric Remix)
 
 
Kath Leomo
25 May 2009 @ 09:56 am
Oh, crap. My hair is orange.

Really random, bimbo entry:

I dyed my hair yesterday because of utter boredom. Lo and behold, my hair is now orange. Oh crap. Yesterday, it was a bright tangerine. Now, it is a muted tangerine-copper brown. It took me several hours in the bathroom just trying to wash the tangerine off. Yesterday, it looked like Clementine's from ESotSM. Except for the fact that I am Asian.

Sweet tangerine, will you please come back to me.. )

 
 
 
The Very Thing: annoyed
 
 
Kath Leomo
07 May 2009 @ 03:47 pm


I think it was Lestat in Interview with the Vampire who said that "There is nothing in this world now which does not hold some sort of fascination."  However, I am sorry Lestat, I beg to disagree. I can sincerely say, that I have found one just yet in the form of MY JOB.

There is nothing fascinating about this. You see, this job makes us work like zombies. Everyday 7 to 4 we are sent to work in front of a computer screen about topics which we care nothing for. We write about places we have never heard of, and has very little concern about, about wars we never knew to have existed, among other random things which can make one seriously consider one's emotional and intellectual leanings.

I am not one to say that I am ungrateful for this job, what with the flailing market economy and job industry, one just learns to suck it in until a good comes along. However, this week I have seen the worst of it. Going to work at 7 and finishing right after the sun has set, writing about cities and its job employments, and crime rates.

This job is the fastest way to wake up as a human being and go home as a zombie drone. See, I can not even blog properly now. I am burnt out, I admit. I can not wait to be back to law school.

Image by the wonderful Tony Eccles over at Flickr. Check his awesome photostream,awesome, awesome, awesome!
 
 
The Very Thing: blah
Celebration Guns: Stars - Counting Stars on the Ceiling | Powered by Last.fm
 
 
Kath Leomo
18 April 2009 @ 01:18 pm
Considering that this season is a season of confusion, I think there is something which we can all agree on which is not confusing: the people who make us hot. At least, I can be sure when I say that summer is a season for romance--even in the most basic sense of the word: hook-ups, affairs, new relationships, heck even one night stands.

I had always judged the boys I dated, and liked, by the girls they are attracted to and/or dated or dating. I would like for the boys I kiss to at least be attracted to smart and pretty girls, because that must mean i belong in the same caliber. Needless to say there had been a few slip-ups. But I will remedy that starting now. (ugh, nightshift, please. )

Now, I have this game I play with some of my friends. The situation is that you and another person are stuck in an elevator. The maintenance said that you and your companion will be stuck in the elevator for a good four hours, and it is very cold. The only way to keep warm is to share some body warmth. Now, it could be as simple as making out or even as complicated as the whole deed. But what the hey, this is just imagination, eh?

I would like to share with you a list of the boys I would like to have elevator sex/make-out sessions with. In no particular order:


Rather Image Heavy Boys Who I Have Crushes On )

Now, the question is: WHO WOULD YOU WANT TO HAVE ELEVATOR SEX WITH?
 
 
Celebration Guns: Stars - My Radio (AM mix) | Powered by Last.fm
 
 
Kath Leomo
08 April 2009 @ 07:06 am
Some call it stalking, I call it love.

This entry is brought to you by the fact that while everyone is on a bus to some secret province now, here I am in the office doing some writing for some website which I care nothing for.

And yeah, this is what I do every weekdays.

Holymotherfvckqwertyuiop, sana weekend na.