I am...

The martial strains have summoned me,
To hear your sorrows,
Still your pain.
I am the protector of Justice
Equality - my sole friend
My vision never blurred by cowardice
My soul never chained
Life without honor
Is life in vain.


...the DoG




Ako si 'Mart...

This Year

Hi..... Happy New Year!

And my biggest resolution for this year is: Get to know myself. Or at least, recall who I am, and what I am capabale of. Because for the past 5, especially 2 years, I really lost who I was.

But, as part of another new year's resolution: We will NOT get into that.

Instead we will move forward! But first, a recap:

My name's Kathryn. My family calls me Turk (or Treng, depending on degree of consanguinity :)), my friends call me Kathy, some people try calling me Kat. Judel and Maritess call me 'Atchi.' I like my name because it sounds like the name of a queen, when pronounced the way it should, but it does not go by the common spelling. And I guess I like being that: being contrary. I prefer to blend in, in a way that stands out. Hahaha, that sounds schizophrenic.

I like potatoes. Fried, boiled, mashed. I like chocolate drink with bread or Presto Cream Peanut Butter Cookies. I like baby-watching (anywhere) with my sisters. And by baby, yes I mean infants. It's funny but I just realized that we've nicknamed one baby, whom we've watched grow up, everytime we saw him at church, Potato-Head Baby. It's the shape of his head. (Two of my loves, in one baby boy! :))

I like reading and daydreaming. I can draw, a bit. Last year, I was able to take up 'art classes' as I've been planning to for a long time. I would love to take up jazz/hip-hop dance lessons. I would also like to take a gander at theater. Yeah... contrary to appearances, I love performing.

I prefer comfort over style, although lately I've been trying to make choices that include both. I like wearing tall heals and long pants, drop earrnings and Max Factor Porcelain 50 Skin Tone Adapting Liquid Foundation (try saying that under 2 seconds!). I can't pull off short skirts, tubeless tops and spaghetti strap blouses. I wouldn't be able to wear knee-length boots and a mini-skirt even if my life depended on it.

I don't like mean people, ampalaya, interviews (I almost got interviewed in Boy Abunda's show, hahaha. Good thing I was busy when they called.) and corporate-speak. I don't believe that teenagers have to be rebels, that you have to hurt yourself first before you will truly learn how to ride bicycles or drive cars, or that men are dogs by default. I don't believe in cyncism. Because I expect better. Because I expect the world to be kind.

I believe in faithfulness. I believe in fairness and second chances. And despite what I've been told, I still choose to believe that benevolent power is possible. Because humanity has come of an age when it has realized that, "just because we can do a thing, doesn't mean that we must do a thing."

And I would like to live for a cause.

I'll stop here because this is getting too long, and lunch break is way past over.