People call me “Kathleen”. If you ask me about any anectode to explain the history of my name, I guess I have nothing alluring to tell. I caught glimpse of the world on the 30th of December 1993. I shattered the defeaning silence of the hospital’s delivery room with my incessant crying, as though announcing my arrival in this world amidst the cacophony of delivery room forceps and the slow hum of the nurses’ hurried activities.
My mother, Cristina works as a midwife. . I don’t exactly know how she does it, but it always amazes me how she could manage her time so well—with us and the entire barangay to take care of simultaneously.
My father, Lino, works as a seaman and understandably, we only see each other once in a year. That would only last for about a couple months so my mother did the Herculean job of rearing the five of us alone.
While girls my age spend time with cell phones and making babies, I spend mine watching series of movies. The genres I prefer involve scenes with tortures, massacres, and massive bloodshed. And take note, I also love memorizing movie punch lines—especially those from the antagonist. I find it too boring and ordinary to patronize the “bida”. I find them pathetic and indulgent. The antagonist strikes me as someone with thrill, aura of mystery, and bloody excitement. Bwahahaha…I so love their laughter!
I also hate pets as much as I loathed pimples. I find them of great disadvantage to me, especially if taking care of them meant I have to waste a great deal of my precious time. I picture canines as nothing but excellent sources of rabies virus. I find cats very messy too. I hate the way they leave their excretas everywhere, and when you happen to have a contact with it, congratulations to you! You now have the ever dreaded disease, Toxoplasmosis. In addition to that, cats seemed too noisy whenever they’re having an intercourse with their fellow cats, as if broadcasting their love affairs to the entire Cat Community.
I love reading novels and paperbacks even though my mother hates it with all her heart. If you happen to learn that I’ve already stayed inside the CR for about an hour already, you now have the right to be suspicious. If you must know, I consider the CR as my perfect hideout. I labeled it as the only place I deemed safe enough to read my beloved pocketbooks for it keeps my mom from easy access of these books.
I love to dress up, use make-ups and wear stilettos. I go crazy over accessories and nail polish too. Sad thing, though, the last time I painted my nails, I got a major scolding from my mom. She gave me an hour-long lecture about how nail polish contains chemicals that could absorb in the blood and could cause cancer someday-- blah, blah, blah.
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