Kath Leomo
22 April 2009 @ 09:03 am
Early morning coffee with a friend at Starbucks in Pearl Drive. Too many realizations, but hey, this one is for you.

Dear AR2,

Emotional Masochism works like this you ignored me and I only liked you. It, perhaps, comes with the non-fulfillment and a desire to fulfill--at the very least, because I believe dissatisfaction is what makes affairs and love affairs more interesting. This is how you create want by holding back a smile or a conversation. It is silly how this is the way I sustain this fascination towards you and your great wit and bad hair and bad teeth.

I would like for you to know that I had a dream about you. All I could remember was us running from point A to point B under a deluge. Everything was in technicolor: greens, yellows and red light leaks. And your wrists and your ankles which perhaps is the reason why i am certain it was you I was dreaming of.

I would like you to know that I like you. And that is more than enough. 

DK.


 

And only because my sister said: Bed Weather: Sleep Together this is a timely poem for today.

Weatherbeaten
Naya Valdellon

By the time you read this, the week-
long typhoon will have moved
north towards the South
China Sea, as the weatherman
had predicted. They never change
course this time of year,
these tropical storms named
after fickle women—like migratory
birds, they never stay long
enough to learn local words
for love, steadfast to their wind-
blown language of rainbursts
.

more? ) You will know,
perhaps, every time you read this,
what it’s like to be a woman
no storm has been named after,
to be unfazed by the forecast
of foul weather, with these words
storming through the lightning-
stricken heart, writing up
a storm to weather your leaving
.

 


 
 
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Kath Leomo
03 April 2009 @ 08:03 am
"I'm lifting you up
I'm letting you down
I'm dancing til dawn...


For a long time, I have been feeling burnt out by this job. For so many reasons.

But I stay because:
  • Jobs mean pay, and pay is important considering the current situation that my family is faced with.
  • I like surfing the internet, and doing this outside the house can prove to be very comforting.
  • This job is a distraction from REAL LIFE.
  • I have found good friends  here. Some worth mentioning in this journal, even.
  • I like the anonymity of this job.

"I'm fooling around
I'm not giving up
I'm making your love
...

Today, our client accused us of plagiarism. That he will terminate one of us.

I am not one to say that I do not steal people's ideas. Because, after writing the tenth article about insurance and mortgage and business solutions, well, you get dry. But I firmly, and steadfastly do not plagiarize people by means of copy-pasting or copy-typing. Because I have been accused of this before back in college, where my world literature teacher thought I could not write well. She underestimated my capacity for brilliance, to put it conceitedly.

"This city's made us crazy and we must get out...

I admit to lift ideas from other people. Because I am not versed in insurance, in mortgage, in economic trends. Nor do I have any degree which could help me discuss dinosaurs or the Genpei war.

I am a Language and Literature major. With two years of law school under my belt. That is it. No more, no less. This might suggest that I respect people's works considering I have been dealing with them the entirety of college. This also means that I respect language, in a way that I do not lift words directly from another's page. To add to that, I am versed with the understanding that crimes and misdemeanors beg for their commensurate punishment.

I am not washing my hands of sin. But I do not plagiarize in such a way that I have to be chastised with termination. Or any of my fellow team mates for this matter.

"There's only so much I can do for you
After all of the things you put me through..

Sins require absolution. But what if you never sinned to begin with?

*song lyrics from Maroon 5's "Must Get Out"
 
 
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Kath Leomo
18 February 2009 @ 08:58 am
"Love You, babes," said Shadow.
"Love you, puppy," said Laura.
...
When they got married Laura told Shadow that she wanted a puppy, but their landlord had pointed out they weren't allowed pets under their terms of lease. "Hey," Shadow had said, "I'll be your puppy. What do you want me to do? Chew your slippers? Piss on the kitchen floor? Lick your nose? Sniff your crotch? I bet there's nothing a puppy can do I can't do."

-Neil Gaiman, American Gods

Believe me, I wince everytime I see the word babes in a sentence. I had only called one person babe. Only because I get reminded of Sir Delfin Tolentino everytime I use the word. Blame it on Jolina Magdangal and Marvin Agustin movies which made the word seem too crude, too commonplace, too cheap. So I stay away from calling people I love Babe.

I do not know about you but I always get the "hon, d2 ka text, load mo ako 150" messages, and I wonder whether hon is the most common term of endearment among Filipinos. Why didn't s/he say baby, mahal, babe, love, darling?

The context of terms of endearment fascinate me. Too banal as that may seem, I like hearing people be called nicknames. Because it is a standing testament that love is all around us. It takes courage and pride to reveal a special nickname you give to the ones you love. The context in each term of endearment intrigues me. Because these names, it always boils down to a moment of choice. Not that that moment is heavily revealing, but it is a moment in itself which made you decide to call someone that name which you and your SO single out for each other.

I had once been called "Bebhe", and there are times when I wince at the unwarranted H.  It reminds me of bakery vendors and coughing kids who buy ensaymadas shirtless. But then again, who is to say that this term of endearment is worse/better off than the next one. I admit, I like being called such. Because it is, in fact, a term of endearment borne out of a context.

To date, I have given three boys I loved animal nicknames: Panda, Fish, Ducky. Maybe next time I shall call him Penguin♥. (yung first definition a) Who's to say?

What about you? Any terms of endearment you had? shared?
 
 
 
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Kath Leomo
24 June 2008 @ 11:24 am
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

C. S. Lewis

EDIT: I saw this one on gossip girl and I can't find the song. ~everytime you walk away or run away you take a piece of me with you there... come back to me. you smile and make my life complete.
 
 
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Kath Leomo
10 September 2006 @ 10:00 pm
Earlier, I was waiting in the store while I was buying load. and there she was, the girl to be the stuff for tonights log:

(overheard while standing and waiting)

Miss (while talking to her lady lover): my parents kasi told me to by milk, (blah, blah, blah in English)
and she continued on with the psycho-babble of her mom sending her out to buy milk. all the time while trying to impress little ms. Butch beside her.
Miss (while talking to the tindera): can i buy evuff?
tindera: looks at the miss, while looking puzzled.
Miss: evuff?
tindera: : huh?
Miss: pabili po ng evuff? yung milk?
tindera:
: huh? ahhh, eVAP!

please, please if i start talking like Ms. Psycho-Babble trying to impress people around me and then hit off with a thing like *evuff* please, hit me for my own protection.

gahd, her and her dirty little mouth.

can i buy evuff? Zomg.

_________________________________


and i'll be changing my lay-out really soon. which will contain this poem:


Las Ruinas del Corazon


Juana the Mad married the handsomest man in Spain
and that was the end of it, because when you marry a man

more beautiful than you, they say you pretty much lost control
of the situation. Did she ever listen? No. When he was away

annexing more kingdoms, she had horrible dreams
of him being cut and blown away, or spread on the rack,


see, ain't that beautiful? this is to offset the stupidity of ms *evuff* up there. :D


and need i say I'm so inggit for UPBDS because they plan to go to LB on a coaster? say what? a coaster? man, where did that come from? Inggit. and i am wrenching my heart out!
 
 
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Kath Leomo
29 August 2006 @ 11:46 pm
Misery is an infection. Deadly and feverish. Like all infections it affects your dispositions and your daily functions. Unlike other infections, misery may probably be a little worse than heart disease or lung cancer because you don't know which food to avoid or what medicine to resort to in the middle of the night when misery attacks.


"too many heartbreaks in this lifetime ain't good for me"
-inside and out; feist.


HIndi na naman ako gagradweyt, yet. my case is a complicated story: I am in Law School. and i am just a thesis shy of a full college degree. so there. admittedly, it is my fault. and i am so sorry i failed my mom. this morning all i could do is kneel down and cry. No, thesis, no!



Misery makes you clutch invisible phantoms of hope in the middle of the night while you send out secret litanies of prayers to God. And along with your prayers are desperate attempts to stay around: one more hour, one more day, one more week, one more, one more, one more...


"act naturally. dont let anybody know. dont let your troubles show"
-act naturally; semisonic




And yes, i have been praying again. more than the usual. because i feel so miserable about this thesis. there are nights when i cry myself to sleep. and wonder if there are others out there who are just like me. and i turn to dreaming or clutching cold little pillows tighter. and maybe this is all part of HIS masterplan. i just do hope law school is still in it.



Misery are little deaths to the spirit. Which bit by bit, little by little, unfathomable, ungraspable symptoms of infection consumes you until little do you know it: it has cornered you to a blind edge, face-to-face with the well-known sinister mask of misery.


"i've been lying here like a millon years inside my bed. get up, get up, get up"
-whatever it takes; the faders


I thought that this is just one of those days when you wake up in the wrong side of the bed.
 I wanna be in comatose.



There is only one cure: all you gotta do is look up, smile--even if little by little you suffer minute deaths. All you gotta do is look UP. If only it was THAT easy.


"I sold my guitar and my piano. I thought that it was these that kept me low. I thought if only I could try and change. That all my pain would be in yesterday" Coffee and Cigarettes; Michelle Featherstone


i turn to people now, and much as i do not like it my lifeline of happiness is in their hands. it's the little conversations which hold me by a string. it's the random "hello" from Law School classmates. or the "hey it's all going to be better" conversations with classmates while walking to Rockwell. it's the little SMS that says "when you come up here, im going to hug you tighter" it's the hug from Y!M i got from my sister's doppelganger.it's the anonymous comments, its the message from friends that tell me i am pretty back in college, its the little things one holds on too.

No, thesis, no!
 
 
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