it's the same name meme, with a twist

Since everybody seems to be doing it...

If you call me Karess, you know me. (FYI: it's pronounced KAAH-ress, not ka-RESS.)

If you call me Ka-riss, you're one of my teachers back in high school.

If you call me Kookook, you're either a family member, a friend from high school senior year, or someone I met when I hit college.

If you call me Kooks, you're an ID 102 DLSU Comm Arts major.

If you call me Kookie, you're my best friend Bea (and she, only she, can call me that!!).

If you call me Kook, you're probably my Ate Den, my Dad, a relative, a male friend in college, or Raymond Golez.

If you call me Kookaress, you're probably Arvin Marifosque.

If you call me Karkar, you're probably Jeff Cueto.

If you call me Kookster, you're probably Donna Arriola.

If you call me KareKaress, you're probably a busmate from preschool.

If you call me KooKlooxKlan, you're probably GP So Chan.

If you call me Kookadoodledoo, you're probably a fellow Features staffer of my college paper, or someone who used to be in my Yahoo Messenger list.

If you call me Kooka, you're probably Meryll Yan.

If you call me (The)Karessness, you're part of my Multiply friends list, from Pioneer youth, or both.

If you call me Rubrico, you're probably one of my professors, or CAT officers.

If you call me Ruberico, you're my sophomore-year speech teacher.

If you call me Ocirbur, you're probably Jefferson Palma.

If you call me Koby, you're probably my Ate Kat.

If you call me Dahling, you're probably my Mom.

If you call me Little Girl, you're probably my Dad.

If you call me Mine, YUCK! Ang cheesy mo hahahaha!

the chinese connection

because i had a sore throat i purchased a pack of pei pa koa lozenges last night to relieve my, uh, suffering. and guess what, they rock! *air guitar* i was sharing my joy (and the candy) to my wonderful seatmates. raf even commented that it sorta tasted like bigboy bubble gum.

we then began discussing anything and everything chinese. i suddenly realized that three of my closest closest friends are of that descent: dy, so chan, and lim. i even quipped that rubrico, with the right stress on the right syllable, would make my last name genuinely chinese-sounding. the joke didn't work

i remembered the time i slept over a classmate's place in binondo for a class project. the next morning her grandmother went in the room and spoke to me in pefect cantonese. i stared blankly. then again maybe my already small eyes were made even smaller because i just woke up. i apologized, in tagalog, and we both laughed.

i never even thought i looked remotely chinese. then again, mom is already half of it. i guess that would explain why another acquaintance from a communications seminar in college asked me if i was indeed chinese.

...all these, because of pei pa koa candy. haha!