tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49479507999946956992024-02-19T00:02:11.337-08:00koekoepuff's koelumncereal writer: where words come to diekoekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-28777196743956068292011-05-26T10:32:00.000-07:002011-05-26T11:07:10.967-07:00Hunting Jobs and Men.
Job hunting is no different than dating.
Stage One
Job Hunt (JH): This is where you meet your potential employers. It's usually a 'casual' chat about yourself and they give you a brief background on their company. The clientele, the number of employees, and how fun the company can be. In short, you both are trying to seem appealing to the other party.
The Date (TD): This is where you meet your koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-12842845886191792892011-05-22T10:55:00.000-07:002011-05-22T11:35:43.450-07:00The Big BangA month back, as I was making room for more closet space, I stumbled upon a notebook that dated way back to 2001. Seeing the prepubescent cover of this notebook not only made me wonder what the hell I was thinking when I bought it, but it instantly brought back memories too. I flipped through the pages. What started off with law cases and legislative notes soon turned into a three way koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-31186951315553749212011-02-12T15:55:00.000-08:002011-02-12T17:23:00.877-08:00How Would You Tag Yourself?When I'm bored waiting on long lines at Forever 21, and I must say that's quite often, I divert my attention from the array of racks stacked with clothes, shoes, and accessories placed conveniently along the path on where you would queue. What started of as hope that my impatient glares might send telepathic waves to speed these people up turned into an entertaining habit of people watching.
Youkoekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-64791511269280386732010-04-22T16:28:00.000-07:002011-02-08T21:25:07.807-08:00BAnD aID(EA)Apart from watching "The Real Housewives of New York City/Orange County/New Jersey", I have another bad habit - and that is picking my zits. Gross, I know, but I hate bumps on my face and somewhere in my delusional mind, I think by popping it, it'll magically disappear - like all the chocolate around the house. However, I've had a pretty stubborn one for the past month. It hid itself so well thatkoekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-64877822138008149342010-04-08T18:56:00.000-07:002012-09-12T22:53:10.998-07:00Say What?It was c.1995 BTA (Before Tits & Ass) when I was fighting that awkward prepubescent stage. My idea of an outfit worthy to the public eye is baggy jeans big enough to fit a European man and my father's T-shirt, and chunky sneakers like I play for the NBA. I was a girl who looked like a boy trying to look like a girl in boy's clothes. I guess I had so much lesbian potential in such outfits thatkoekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-11942054487552119632010-04-01T14:25:00.000-07:002012-09-12T23:01:55.692-07:00We, The Confused Creatures.I use the term "I want it, but I don't want it" quite heavily and every time I use it, I receive stares. Stares that say "What the hell's your point?!" But really, it's not like you've never experienced it before. It's a sort of confusing and indescribable emotion. Like your period. You don't want it because it is inconvenient in so many ways, but when you're late, you behave like koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-38093783788349832952010-03-25T10:26:00.000-07:002010-03-25T10:32:13.361-07:00Love You Long TimeGone are the days where you meet someone, exchange phone numbers and sit by the telephone, or keep your mobile right next to your pillow, waiting for him to call. Now, you exchange email addresses, add him on MSN Messenger, Facebook, MySpace, AIM, gTalk, Yahoo! Messenger and the other 2, 384, 763 social networks available out there.
Here's the thing. Because we're hiding behind a computerized koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-74646692594357020152010-03-18T20:23:00.000-07:002010-03-18T20:24:21.722-07:00The Wrath of My Other MotherThis year started with a BANG! That's mother nature pointing her gun at our sorry asses.
We're only 4 months into the new year and it has been nothing but tumultuous. I swear, it's like the end of the world is just hiding around the corner, waiting for the right moment to stick a leg out and fuck us over.
First, Haiti was hit by an earthquake. So bad that they had to remake Michael Jackson's "koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-88105384763864786512010-03-11T13:09:00.000-08:002010-03-11T13:21:50.917-08:00Facebook Don'tsWe have social etiquette, table manners and of course, not forgetting bedside manners, in the literal sense. However, with the birth of Facebook and its exponential growth in the past years, a new kind of etiquette is born, introduced and applied.
For example, thou shalt not add friends of your friend unless you know them. Listen, your collection of imaginary friends might have been acceptable, koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-56828813778841476272010-03-04T17:32:00.000-08:002010-03-04T17:32:06.677-08:00It Wasn't MeI have an hour or two between classes daily and I like to sit alone in the waiting area with my home made sandwich in one hand, cellphone in the other while listening to rappers grinding their behinds up some hot shawwwty's fine ass on my iPod.
I have this thing about eating alone in public. I mean yes, I hate eating without company but what I mean is, I'm the only one eating away in a waiting koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-22599843536786469152010-02-25T06:58:00.000-08:002010-02-25T06:58:50.331-08:00Ra Ra Ga Ga Roma Roma MoMa MoMa
I hate horror but I love twisted plots. I too, have a strange strong and 'depp' connection with Johnny Depp so it goes without surprise that I like the works of Tim Burton.
The moment I heard the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) was having an exhibition on his works, I jumped at that opportunity like a 40 year old virgin on a drunken chick.
I paid for my tickets online and headed to the MoMa, koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-89320155630499150702010-02-18T20:22:00.000-08:002010-02-18T20:32:15.884-08:00Getting Carded
Does not necessarily mean you look young and illegal.
What does a Roman man and the Chinese have in common? Feb 14th 2010. This year, Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day are sharing the spotlight. If you're a hopeless romantic, you will most likely be torn between all that love in the air and duties as a filial child. If you're an El Cheapo, you are more than happy to dodge this 'Valen-hai' koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-71961886242664306992010-02-11T13:21:00.000-08:002010-02-11T13:23:33.382-08:00Love Is In The AirYou know that saying "Don't shit where you eat"? Who would have thought it applies to dogs as well. But I'm going in a different direction here. By direction, I mean wind direction. Also known as flatulence.
Because of my petite height, Chewie prefers sleeping on my side at the foot of the bed for my feet and body combined only takes up half the bed. However, no matter how much room I may koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-10634336086184127462010-01-21T14:56:00.000-08:002010-01-21T14:56:48.969-08:00Now Aren't You Doggone Brillz
I am a proud mother. Proud but sad, for this week marks the day my baby is all grown up. I wish I could say that Chewie has spread his wings but all I can say is he spread his legs. I'm glad I'm a mother of a puppy and not a daughter in such circumstances.
Chewie turned 6 months on the 4th of January 2010. I guess that's like your son growing his first facial hair/armpit hair/pubes because 6 koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-83001623354593192332010-01-14T16:43:00.000-08:002010-01-14T16:54:54.622-08:00Tuber Or Not TuberI've always thought of myself as more of a tuber plant than any other ordinary plant. Why is that so? Well, as opposed to other plants whose roots are underground, I believe I play the major role in keeping myself grounded whilst my roots are well... on top of my head, so to speak.
My grandmother was from China, so she knew everything Chinese. Then came my mom who only picked up half of it and koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947950799994695699.post-22031613014428013552010-01-08T19:44:00.000-08:002010-01-14T16:54:11.121-08:00Got Milk?
As you can tell by now, I am very fond of the word Koe. That's only because my father gave it to me. It's a family possession that's worth more than your Magic the Gathering card collection.
My friends discovered the joy of name calling at the age of 14. Fast forward to 13 years later, apart from the growth of their bra size, so did their vocabulary. The words they use now are far more koekoepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008918572147032431noreply@blogger.com1