not kimberly

Monday, June 19, 2006

Yes, I am alive.

My summer has been stressful, busy, and fattening. So much for no carbs.

My summer love: television

I'm glad my work for the Russians is over.

Yesterday I came up with the most amazing feasib topic. Think Ghostbusters meets Dating Network meets Julius's green burial. First Julius has to fill his green cemetery with crazy dead people as in murderers and psychopaths. After a while, the spirits will be everywhere causing havoc, pain, and death (think episodes of supernatural), and people and single girls will have no one to turn to but our ghosthunting service whose agents look strangely similar to the likes of Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and maybe even Chris Pine. With pretty boy (or girl) ghostbusters we could easily attract single girls with the unfortunate third eye who want to pop ghosts in their area and score a date. Hahaha.

No, I'm not serious. But I somehow have found myself addicted to Supernatural. Even if it raises way too many questions, not the "are we alone?" type of questions but the "why do they still manage to remain pretty when there are a million bees biting them?" and "Is one can of bug spray really suffice as a weapon against a swarm of bugs?" type. Hahaha. The joys of being pretty in Hollywood.

Superman's showing next week, Yay!

prettyraccoon blogged at 4:22 PM

Friday, April 21, 2006

Drugs, glorious drugs!

Working has screwed up my body clock... big time. Mondays til' Wednesdays are like the worst ever jetlag days, because I can't sleep in, and when I do wake up, hey whaddaya know, I'm still in the same country. Then I adjust by Friday, and it just resets all over come Saturday.

Then here comes Benadryl. Rhett's brilliant idea. It works.

Benadryl is my new best friend.

Things are looking up, I was even able to jog today.

prettyraccoon blogged at 11:29 AM

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Enough with the drama. Really. I'd love to be able to write something more coherent, but right now my brain is too fried to think. Instead, something totally random...

Zion's roster reads more like a Wanted poster in an early 1900's Western rather than an MSN TS training team:

Ernest a.k.a. "The Queen"
Barbie & Patrick a.k.a. "Barbie+Patrick"
Rhett a.k.a. "Papabear" a.k.a. "The Doc"
Ryan, Paul, & ? a.k.a. "The Three stooges"B
erns a.k.a. "God"
Shin a.k.a. "The Artist"
Elaine a.k.a. "Maria clara"
Vic a.k.a. "Pyro"
Jet a.k.a. "Billy C."
Nina a.k.a. "Baby"
Carl a.k.a. "The Man" (but not really, hahaha)
Kris a.k.a. "Kris with a K--Krisk"
Chris a.k.a. "Kris with a Ch--Krisch"
Mike a.k.a. "The Weapon"
Renie a.k.a. "Rewire!"
Jerome a.k.a. "Fred"
Ted a.k.a. "Pebbles"
Jordan a.k.a. "Vice"
Rommel a.k.a. "Ernie"

The TEKS win. And Monday is pizza day!

Things I'm looking forward to: one day at the beach with grad friends, climbing with high school friends, watching frisbee (at least once) and early morning breakfast at North Park, like we used to.

prettyraccoon blogged at 7:47 AM

Monday, March 27, 2006

There is something much worse than not graduating and being left behind to tend to children. And that's not having the guts to admit it to your parents. Maybe because doing that is the sole equivalent of the one great disappointment. To my parents, a college education is the passport for life (quite true) and they have been waiting for that day since forever.

Talking to Camille the other day, two delayed errant children who have not delayed living, we sometimes wonder if we had too much fun (not) or if we prioritized the wrong things (true). But then again, I don't think I can ever regret what we've been through. Late nights, truths over beer, and the elation of achievement, albeit, not academic.

Will my parents understand? Probably. Though, there is one part of me that wants them to rant and rave... it's easier that way... then I won't have to feel so bad going through another year as a dependent. Why is it easier to be angry than to have guilt? Easy. Guilt eats at your insides. Anger leaves you. Is

prettyraccoon blogged at 4:56 PM

Monday, March 13, 2006

The name of the game is STRESS. STRESS is the name of the game.

I have no words to say for the sheer amount of workload I have been dealing with. A bunch of things have happened over the past two weeks but my brain is too fried right now to elaborate. Maybe next time. Quite possibly with pictures.

The good news is that Tosca, Maben, and I need not report for Maben's 151 project. Yet I will be there early tomorrow morning to support Kate, na nananahi ngayon.

Summer is here, and I still feel like a beached whale. My plans so far: swimming with whales (that's literal whales, not fat people), wall-climbing, mountaineering (Sana naman, Wengot matuloy to'), and hopefully at least two more road trips and more parties.

Mond and I ate at Yellow Cab today. Dapat nag dalawang pizza nalang kami instead of one pizza and the Charlie Chan Pasta. Happy Birthday Mond! Bukas pa-libre ng ice cream! O kaya donut hehehe.

Happy birthday Pbear!

How do they get these things right??? Weng buzzed me with this today.

Does your name begin with: K?
You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little trick s of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along. You are very generous & giving, often selfless. You are kind-natured & sweet, which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend.

prettyraccoon blogged at 6:19 PM

Thursday, March 02, 2006

I so despise Quizilla. It always gives me the crappiest results. I could have sworn I'd end up in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Oh well, at least not Hufflepuff (haha, like this is a matter of consequence), as Hufflepuff is the loser house. So does this mean world domination, in the tradition of Tom Marvolo Riddle? (Annoying beeping in the background indicates doofus alert...)

Which Hogwarts' House Do You Belong?
You belong in Slytherin......Your house colors are green and silver, and it is lead by Professor Snape, and only the purest of blood are let in. Members include Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson. The House, founded by Salazar Slytherin, is full of the darkest witches and wizards.....in close contact with the Dark Lord. Remember, every dark witch or wizard has been produced by the house of Slytherin, and no other......

What weather represents you?

Sun is the closest weather to your feelings! Your life is great and the sun always boosts your energy. You are very happy, and you feel like nothing can get you down. YOur freinds think you're bubbly and funny.

prettyraccoon blogged at 10:05 PM

I finally found a blog template with at least a bit more space on the table for posts. I loved the Chuck-ed design but the blog space was way too small and I am not in the mood to try to figure it out. This one isn't great, though the theme is sundown (and evenings being my favorite part of the day, even during summers), but for the meantime, I can live with it.

Kate chugging down half a liter of cold water brought about the question, "cold water or true love?". Without hesitation, I say true love. And Kate replies, "Kim, cold water to ha? Fresh from the fridge." I still say true love. Marami namang ibang pwede inomin na malamig. Iced tea. Diet Coke. Lemonade.

I took an online quiz that had something to do with which part rules me. It couldn't have been anymore right. I am stable, dependable, intelligent, and creative. With one downside: my heart rules me completely. So true. It basically said that my life could be perfect, if only I don't get myself into complex situations because my heart skipped a beat.

Returning to Kate's hypotheticals, if it were honest to goodness true love, I'd take true love over anything. But since we can never be sure...

cold water or true love? true love
meat or true love? I'm tempted to say true love, since may sushi naman. But I can't really be sure.
friendship or true love? how about friendship with my true love? hahaha.

I am considering buying this adorable shih-tzu. If ever, I'd probably name him Dragon. Whatcha think?

*I usually try to be apolitical in my posts, and I have been mostly a staunch defender of GMA's policy. But declaring 1017?(tama ba yung number) on a day when people are celebrating their freedoms could not have been more ill timed. Hay, and lady, your PR sucks! Fire the man.

prettyraccoon blogged at 8:27 PM

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I'm waiting for the coding window to open and have amused myself by reading over Jen's, Taty's and Arnold's blogs.

Jen's blog sounds exactly like her. Kulang na lang picture of her with a moving mouth. Anyway, she's named her discs. Ingat Jen, don't get too attached to things that can easily get lost.

Errr... nope. Actually the coding window is already open and I'm contemplating whether or not I should hit the gym as originally planned. Ayoko!

I must be putting off the gym that badly because I was able to read at least 5 entries of Jen's. I actually laughed out loud when I read the part about Mond asking to play with Damien. Haha, I've been missing a lot I think. Is it time to give frisbee another chance? (Eto nanaman, more plans, when nothing has happened to rowing with Rose, golf with Bern, Rose, and ArnArn, or climbing with Taty. That doesn't include mountaineering with Weng and surfing with Ictus friends. Nyar!)

*At this point, my laptop blacked out. Just as well, the frustration actually made me go to the gym.

prettyraccoon blogged at 6:18 PM

Last Saturday was a day for firsts.

Dad's first 50th birthday party at home. (I'm so happy for my dad! Thank you Kuya Jess!)
The first time Mond refused an offer of free flowing alcohol. May game daw sila the morrow.
Meeting the Castaneda cousins (they have such a lovely name).
My first time to see the inside of a Victoria Court suite--I drove Aina to VC Pasig. She's been doing production for her friend's thesis and they're using the suite as a set for a studio type apartment. I was surprised to see that it looked very much like a hotel room at a beach resort, except for what seemed like an overwhelming amount of porn on tv.

I have one major weakness. I can rarely say no to a friend. Though on occasion, resentment would leak out. I told Geebs (who has so appropriately termed my

culotes suit as "Safari Barbie") that I wasn't going to be able to do the makeup on cheerers for Elevate. And yet, because I happened to be at the tambayan she asked me again. For which, I blurted out an embittered "Sabi ko na na hindi ko gagawin!". God, I am such a retard. Of course, I felt guilty anyway and made an effort to put make up on Gibee (and only Gibee) anyway.

Haha. Eto na. I am an artist. The face is my canvass. Today was not such a good day (I am not in a good mood!) and Geebs' smoky eyes ended up looking more like something in between a bruise and dirt. I am sticking that in my blue period. Sorry Geebs! Luv ya!

Jencarps has been scolding me. I haven't been updating my blog despite the fact I have been spending so much time online. It could be because I've been retreating to some form of melancholia lately. Particularly in the afternoons.

Forgetting ___,

is sleeping in the dark,

eyes open, it's pitch black.

Light still enters,

my vision, automata.

See what I mean?! Too emo. What is going on?!

prettyraccoon blogged at 8:38 AM


	My Blah-g Two words come out of my mouth when bored: eateat. Now at least it's eat, then write. Half the calories. Twice the fun. And no sugar. Enjoy! About Me friend shopper former rower lifelong dieter wanderlust Clubber locker girl labas kid former SG Sigma Deltan Links Sexy Melai JenCarps Beej Eco Diana Lej Princess Dianne Direk Aina Happy Kate Taty Abby Poveda Mad Frauey Aileenee ni Aisa Arn-Arn Malory Archives January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 June 2006 Tagboard Buzz Me Credits Skin by: sixseven Powered by: blogger		Monday, June 19, 2006 Yes, I am alive. My summer has been stressful, busy, and fattening. So much for no carbs. My summer love: television I'm glad my work for the Russians is over. Yesterday I came up with the most amazing feasib topic. Think Ghostbusters meets Dating Network meets Julius's green burial. First Julius has to fill his green cemetery with crazy dead people as in murderers and psychopaths. After a while, the spirits will be everywhere causing havoc, pain, and death (think episodes of supernatural), and people and single girls will have no one to turn to but our ghosthunting service whose agents look strangely similar to the likes of Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and maybe even Chris Pine. With pretty boy (or girl) ghostbusters we could easily attract single girls with the unfortunate third eye who want to pop ghosts in their area and score a date. Hahaha. No, I'm not serious. But I somehow have found myself addicted to Supernatural. Even if it raises way too many questions, not the "are we alone?" type of questions but the "why do they still manage to remain pretty when there are a million bees biting them?" and "Is one can of bug spray really suffice as a weapon against a swarm of bugs?" type. Hahaha. The joys of being pretty in Hollywood. Superman's showing next week, Yay! prettyraccoon blogged at 4:22 PM Friday, April 21, 2006 Drugs, glorious drugs! Working has screwed up my body clock... big time. Mondays til' Wednesdays are like the worst ever jetlag days, because I can't sleep in, and when I do wake up, hey whaddaya know, I'm still in the same country. Then I adjust by Friday, and it just resets all over come Saturday. Then here comes Benadryl. Rhett's brilliant idea. It works. Benadryl is my new best friend. Things are looking up, I was even able to jog today. prettyraccoon blogged at 11:29 AM Sunday, April 16, 2006 Enough with the drama. Really. I'd love to be able to write something more coherent, but right now my brain is too fried to think. Instead, something totally random... Zion's roster reads more like a Wanted poster in an early 1900's Western rather than an MSN TS training team: Ernest a.k.a. "The Queen" Barbie & Patrick a.k.a. "Barbie+Patrick" Rhett a.k.a. "Papabear" a.k.a. "The Doc" Ryan, Paul, & ? a.k.a. "The Three stooges"B erns a.k.a. "God" Shin a.k.a. "The Artist" Elaine a.k.a. "Maria clara" Vic a.k.a. "Pyro" Jet a.k.a. "Billy C." Nina a.k.a. "Baby" Carl a.k.a. "The Man" (but not really, hahaha) Kris a.k.a. "Kris with a K--Krisk" Chris a.k.a. "Kris with a Ch--Krisch" Mike a.k.a. "The Weapon" Renie a.k.a. "Rewire!" Jerome a.k.a. "Fred" Ted a.k.a. "Pebbles" Jordan a.k.a. "Vice" Rommel a.k.a. "Ernie" The TEKS win. And Monday is pizza day! Things I'm looking forward to: one day at the beach with grad friends, climbing with high school friends, watching frisbee (at least once) and early morning breakfast at North Park, like we used to. prettyraccoon blogged at 7:47 AM Monday, March 27, 2006 There is something much worse than not graduating and being left behind to tend to children. And that's not having the guts to admit it to your parents. Maybe because doing that is the sole equivalent of the one great disappointment. To my parents, a college education is the passport for life (quite true) and they have been waiting for that day since forever. Talking to Camille the other day, two delayed errant children who have not delayed living, we sometimes wonder if we had too much fun (not) or if we prioritized the wrong things (true). But then again, I don't think I can ever regret what we've been through. Late nights, truths over beer, and the elation of achievement, albeit, not academic. Will my parents understand? Probably. Though, there is one part of me that wants them to rant and rave... it's easier that way... then I won't have to feel so bad going through another year as a dependent. Why is it easier to be angry than to have guilt? Easy. Guilt eats at your insides. Anger leaves you. Is prettyraccoon blogged at 4:56 PM Monday, March 13, 2006 The name of the game is STRESS. STRESS is the name of the game. I have no words to say for the sheer amount of workload I have been dealing with. A bunch of things have happened over the past two weeks but my brain is too fried right now to elaborate. Maybe next time. Quite possibly with pictures. The good news is that Tosca, Maben, and I need not report for Maben's 151 project. Yet I will be there early tomorrow morning to support Kate, na nananahi ngayon. Summer is here, and I still feel like a beached whale. My plans so far: swimming with whales (that's literal whales, not fat people), wall-climbing, mountaineering (Sana naman, Wengot matuloy to'), and hopefully at least two more road trips and more parties. Mond and I ate at Yellow Cab today. Dapat nag dalawang pizza nalang kami instead of one pizza and the Charlie Chan Pasta. Happy Birthday Mond! Bukas pa-libre ng ice cream! O kaya donut hehehe. Happy birthday Pbear! How do they get these things right??? Weng buzzed me with this today. Does your name begin with: K? You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little trick s of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along. You are very generous & giving, often selfless. You are kind-natured & sweet, which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend. prettyraccoon blogged at 6:19 PM Thursday, March 02, 2006 I so despise Quizilla. It always gives me the crappiest results. I could have sworn I'd end up in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Oh well, at least not Hufflepuff (haha, like this is a matter of consequence), as Hufflepuff is the loser house. So does this mean world domination, in the tradition of Tom Marvolo Riddle? (Annoying beeping in the background indicates doofus alert...) Which Hogwarts' House Do You Belong? You belong in Slytherin......Your house colors are green and silver, and it is lead by Professor Snape, and only the purest of blood are let in. Members include Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson. The House, founded by Salazar Slytherin, is full of the darkest witches and wizards.....in close contact with the Dark Lord. Remember, every dark witch or wizard has been produced by the house of Slytherin, and no other...... What weather represents you? Sun is the closest weather to your feelings! Your life is great and the sun always boosts your energy. You are very happy, and you feel like nothing can get you down. YOur freinds think you're bubbly and funny. prettyraccoon blogged at 10:05 PM I finally found a blog template with at least a bit more space on the table for posts. I loved the Chuck-ed design but the blog space was way too small and I am not in the mood to try to figure it out. This one isn't great, though the theme is sundown (and evenings being my favorite part of the day, even during summers), but for the meantime, I can live with it. Kate chugging down half a liter of cold water brought about the question, "cold water or true love?". Without hesitation, I say true love. And Kate replies, "Kim, cold water to ha? Fresh from the fridge." I still say true love. Marami namang ibang pwede inomin na malamig. Iced tea. Diet Coke. Lemonade. I took an online quiz that had something to do with which part rules me. It couldn't have been anymore right. I am stable, dependable, intelligent, and creative. With one downside: my heart rules me completely. So true. It basically said that my life could be perfect, if only I don't get myself into complex situations because my heart skipped a beat. Returning to Kate's hypotheticals, if it were honest to goodness true love, I'd take true love over anything. But since we can never be sure... cold water or true love? true love meat or true love? I'm tempted to say true love, since may sushi naman. But I can't really be sure. friendship or true love? how about friendship with my true love? hahaha. I am considering buying this adorable shih-tzu. If ever, I'd probably name him Dragon. Whatcha think? I usually try to be apolitical in my posts, and I have been mostly a staunch defender of GMA's policy. But declaring 1017?(tama ba yung number) on a day when people are celebrating their freedoms could not have been more ill timed. Hay, and lady, your PR sucks! Fire the man. prettyraccoon blogged at 8:27 PM Tuesday, February 28, 2006* I'm waiting for the coding window to open and have amused myself by reading over Jen's, Taty's and Arnold's blogs. Jen's blog sounds exactly like her. Kulang na lang picture of her with a moving mouth. Anyway, she's named her discs. Ingat Jen, don't get too attached to things that can easily get lost. Errr... nope. Actually the coding window is already open and I'm contemplating whether or not I should hit the gym as originally planned. Ayoko! I must be putting off the gym that badly because I was able to read at least 5 entries of Jen's. I actually laughed out loud when I read the part about Mond asking to play with Damien. Haha, I've been missing a lot I think. Is it time to give frisbee another chance? (Eto nanaman, more plans, when nothing has happened to rowing with Rose, golf with Bern, Rose, and ArnArn, or climbing with Taty. That doesn't include mountaineering with Weng and surfing with Ictus friends. Nyar!) At this point, my laptop blacked out. Just as well, the frustration actually made me go to the gym. prettyraccoon blogged at 6:18 PM Last Saturday was a day for firsts. Dad's first 50th birthday party at home. (I'm so happy for my dad! Thank you Kuya Jess!) The first time Mond refused an offer of free flowing alcohol. May game daw sila the morrow. Meeting the Castaneda cousins (they have such a lovely name). My first time to see the inside of a Victoria Court suite--I drove Aina to VC Pasig. She's been doing production for her friend's thesis and they're using the suite as a set for a studio type apartment. I was surprised to see that it looked very much like a hotel room at a beach resort, except for what seemed like an overwhelming amount of porn on tv. I have one major weakness. I can rarely say no to a friend. Though on occasion, resentment would leak out. I told Geebs (who has so appropriately termed my culotes suit as "Safari Barbie") that I wasn't going to be able to do the makeup on cheerers for Elevate. And yet, because I happened to be at the tambayan she asked me again. For which, I blurted out an embittered "Sabi ko na na hindi ko gagawin!".* God, I am such a retard. Of course, I felt guilty anyway and made an effort to put make up on Gibee (and only Gibee) anyway. Haha. Eto na. I am an artist. The face is my canvass. Today was not such a good day (I am not in a good mood!) and Geebs' smoky eyes ended up looking more like something in between a bruise and dirt. I am sticking that in my blue period. Sorry Geebs! Luv ya! Jencarps has been scolding me. I haven't been updating my blog despite the fact I have been spending so much time online. It could be because I've been retreating to some form of melancholia lately. Particularly in the afternoons. Forgetting ___, is sleeping in the dark, eyes open, it's pitch black. Light still enters, my vision, automata. See what I mean?! Too emo. What is going on?! prettyraccoon blogged at 8:38 AM