Kath Leomo
19 June 2009 @ 11:18 am
I hope you'd know this post is about you.

I would like to apologize for being such a coward for doing this. For not braving the courage to put your name while I nitpick every single horror in that website of yours. The thing is: I would like to afford you some anonymity. Needless to say, I think I deserve flowers and a drink for doing you a favor.

(1) Just because you can make a website doesn't mean that you should start one. There are guidelines for tact, intelligence and poise which your website seem to be in short of supply of. Glitters and blinking graphics? No. Bright colors such as orange super imposed with the tackiest of graphics? Never ever. A page for your fugly photos? Holy crap, I think I just threw up in my mouth.

Have you never been taught how to be simple and learn how to hold back? Your website looks like there is a clown drunk on Tequila Sunrise who threw up all over the page. Please!

(2) Spell check, grammar check and common sense check. Unlike blogs which allow for more creative expression where people can tYpE LiKe tHiZzz if their intelligence so permits, your website is not. I understand that you have all the poetic license to write all the nonsense you feel like writing, however, there is a very distinct line between formality and shit. Yours seem to be full of the latter instead of the former.

Do you even read what you have written there? Let me start with this:
  • Your website is full of cliches. If you do not know what that means, I provided a link for you. Click it.. Oh wow, you fell in love. Oh wow, he held your hand and your eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky. Oh wow, a girl can dream about forever and ever. What irritates me more is that your website seem to be written by highschoolers! MAN! Here I am, all this time, assuming your intelligence. At pinagmamayabang niyo pa yung talino ng sumulat nun? Na magaling siya? Na blah-blah-intelligent-barf-boring. Reading that makes me evaluate what the word INTELLIGENT means. Kasi walang kahit anong bahid ng intelligence yung website. Panay pretense intelligence lang. No wonder people hate you. Ang yabang mo kasi.
  • I assume that people in your sector are intelligent. But that? come on! I had always believed that that lawyers, teachers, doctors, engineers, along with other proffessions, are demanded common sense and a decent grasp of the English grammar. I guess I am right never to have assumed that you are intelligent in the first place.
  • What were your intentions when you wrote that piece of crap you call the ABOUTYOU section? Get people to start washing their eyes? Evaluate every single testimonial or comment they got within the last two weeks and wonder whether it will warrant such a terrible and tasteless description such as yours?
(3) Ampanget. Wala akong masabi kundi ampanget. I would like to put a screen shot of the said website, however I will refuse to. Anyone who wants to see it, send me a message or leave a comment here and I will hook you up with the link. xoxo
 
 
Celebration Guns: The Oohlas - Lemmings Anthem
 
 
Kath Leomo
18 September 2008 @ 09:39 am
Last night, I heard a few things about someone I know. Let's call her person A.

Person A is about to face an assembly and the beating of her lifetime. Because of some stupidity she committed. Complete moron up to her ears if you ask me. But for the sake of censorship let me be vague and not tell you the entire details.

Let's just say that it's just stupidity and crap. Because of her miscalculated plot to embezzle money from people. Bad plot foiled by the fact that she does not have what it takes to commit a crime, much less even a misdemeanor like vandalism and destruction of school property.

Now, what delight do I take in her misery? Let's just say that I want her kicked out of school. Because vandalism is a misdemeanor and it means time in jail. What she did constitutes a crime which must be punished criminally and administratively. Or if said punishment is too severe, I would like for her name to be scratched out from the record books and to never be written again. (No competitions, no representations, no running for the Student Council or that sort of thing). Hindi naman ata tama na hindi na pagbayarin lamang siya ng malaking halaga.

As a friend said:

"whatever sa excellence. kaya nga nauuna ang honor eh."

*ding, ding* Well said. The reason the seal in UP promotes honor first and excellence second is because excellence is a fruit of honor, and without honor you can never be excellent. HONOR and EXCELLENCE ngarud. not excellence and excellence. or excellence and bad fashion. *oopsie, I'm giving away toooo much details*

Schadenfreude, as defined is "largely unanticipated delight in the suffering of another which is cognized as trivial and/or appropriate.”

In OTHER news, let's talk about some other girl. Let's leave the one I refuse to name to rot in whereverland. SO, remember her: YES HER! Sheila-what's-her-face.  Ladies, and gentlemen, don't be quick to judge. As a friend once pointed out, she's such a treasure because we just found the missing link to the Cro Magnons. Said anthropologist friend even gave me proof. I did not photoshop this. Said anthropologist friend (who'd remain unnamed) did. As  I know nothing about cro magnons and anthro stuff.

Proof Right Here )
 



 
 
The Night Starts Here: in front of the Koppel aircon
The Very Thing: cheerful
Celebration Guns: Toxic || Yael Naim
 
 
Kath Leomo
Because I like to creatively kill my enemies with a gunshot to the brain and smashed kneecaps. This is Kath's brain. This is Kath's brain working overdrive.

For the sake of this obituary, let's call her Erica. She is a next-door neighbor. She died at the young age of 21.

Cause of Death: Blind madness to nag and love.
Time of Death: 01:43am

Because heartbreaks are little heart-attacks.
       The way Erica died didn't prove to be a mystery. Everybody saw it coming, but none had the courage to admit it. Her husband was having affairs. (don't go whispering in corners, everybody knows) All everybody did was smile, shook their heads and darted sideway glances.
       That fateful day was a Monday. She was crossing the streets when she saw them: driving away to Roxas blvd with the sunset in their eyes. The next series of events were accident cliches. At 21 she died of a heart attack.

Last Wish: Let that woman come to her funeral. She'll make sure they'd be acquainted.
 
 
The Night Starts Here: Mendiola
The Very Thing: contemplative
Celebration Guns: We Will Become Silhouettes || The Postal Service
 
 
Kath Leomo
lately the ordinariness of summer has got me nothing to say. it's like everything is in stand still. except for a few parts of my life that has been going OK and is moving along.

(1) The girl I curse until the ends of oblivion is knocked-out pregnant. with twins. And no man to love her or her babies. I wonder if that should make me happy.

(2) Manny Pacquiao lost in the canvassing of votes in his district in General Santos, so I guess that's a good sign that our voters are getting politically mature.
Some people, though, are still blaming others for this feat by Manny. I think though that these rabid fans should stop blaming others. Not PGMA, not Singson, not FG Mike Arroyo, not even Manny's dirty lawyer Gacal. The only person to be blamed for all the things that he set upon himself is Manny Pacquiao himself. The more people blame others for his actions only goes to show that Pacquiao is a man without a spine. Although, others cheering and jeering had a hand on Pacman's ambitious dream, at the end of the day, it's clearly his own decision to make. He should have known who to listen to: his mother, or the others--his ever so loyal fans--who clearly care for him and not those who are more excited to get another pawn in a seat of power.

(3) All the people who endorsed Manny lost/is losing in the elections. Take Singson, and Mayor Atienza.

(4) Looking forward to classes already.

(5) I love some parts of my summer vacation.

(6) I got the new Maroon 5 CD, ADVANCE RELEASE, baby! *squee*
 
 
The Very Thing: indescribable
Celebration Guns: Dreams of A Lifetime || Mike Francis