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Sunday, June 25, 2006
Doing the Kim'Possible
By Anne O. Nimos
The homegrown answer to that transplanted Korean funny girl. Sigh, forgive me Sandara Park, I just couldn’t help myself. Let me count the ways: Kimberly Chiu is also a transplanted soul (living, as my good friend Cora Almerino will agree, a fractured existence): she calls General Santos City, Tacloban, Leyte, and finally, Cebu home. The 16-year-old has bounced from one school to another until Cebu Cherish, the Chinese school where her present friendships have taken root.
“She is the comforter,” says one among her clique. The other burst out that Kim is fond of, oh the delicacy of the matter…breaking wind. She is, after all, human. “I used to line up at the malls just to see the stars,” Kim the fan says, reflecting on the horde that screamed her name at her first mall outing since she left the Big Brother House. What a difference a few days can make.
But before she moves on the showbizy thing of soap operas and sitcoms (“I can’t talk about it yet, but yes, there is one with Zanjoe and John Pratts”), Kim has to enjoy her homecoming (Cebu, in case there is any confusion on this point). She emerges onstage at the ASAP remote telecast from Ayala Center’s lagoon area already looking every bit a star: the perfect curled/spraynetted coiff, a flimsy, flirty day dress in violet and mauve, and the diamond charm bracelet I love. Gerald Anderson, her fellow Big Brother alumni, sings a token duet with her (love team S.O.P., of course). Sandara ( and Joseph Bitangcol) moment number two.
Later, the PBB teens talk to the press at Café Havana, mostly about how to pussyfoot around, ahem, male urges and 24-hour camera coverage. Did I hear Mikee (1st runner up) and Fred right? “These things are normal, naman, for any teenager, right? We had to ask Big Brother for help.” Someone whispers to me that they asked for cameras to be decommissioned in a certain room at a certain time for them to do their, er, business.
Fearless predictions? Gerald and Kim will make it, if not big, for quite longer than your average coupling. Kimerald fever may just hit pandemic proportions. I like Fred, not only for those pecs, but because he butters you up just like a seasoned pro…the equipment he packs is just a bonus. And oh, how could I forget Aldred. Bedimpled, spiky-haired, impossibly cute. The first to exit the house (voluntarily at that), tongues wagged that perhaps he couldn’t wait to be an artista. Well, he certainly packs a whallop, this boy. I saw him sing at the Big Night for the teen edition and I was impressed.
But ah, our Kimberly. Talk of a supernatural charm she acquired from a soothsayer/healer aside, she exudes a certain brand of it all her own to hold against her peers. Even after just two hours of sleep and air travel, she manages to look downright fresh. “Just wave to them, and keep on smiling,” a director/mentor coaches her over lunch. But there she was, wide-eyed at a group of kids who sauntered in carrying a tarpaulin of her and Gerald. She takes a video of it on her mobile phone, giddy at this sight.
Darling, let us pray not to become too jaded.
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