Pending Passions

image from eonline.com The London 2012 Summer Olympics is finally over. It started with a bang; it ended with a bang. It has met a lot of opposition, even unrest in the past year, yet the games went on. The games pushed through and so did the thousands of athletes, volunteers, and organizers who were responsible for this grand event. Every sweat, every tear, every sleepless night of working, negotiating, planning, and putting into action--all for sixteen days of competition. I wasn't a really huge fan of the Olympics. In my lifetime, I should have watched about five Olympic games, but I didn't. Excuse the first two games because I was probably still absorbed in my discovery of the world, but the past games, I haven't been paying attention. I remember the Atlanta Olympics because of Shannon Miller. She was my favorite athlete and gymnast, but I didn't know who she was until about a few days ago. I watched almost all the Artistic Gymnastics events, and through al...

Okay, some people are just better at this than I am, and I'm willing to make you understand that this isn't exactly the kind of stuff I'm good at. This topic, though I have practiced it over and over in my head, is still as vague and lopsided as I first thought it would be when I made up my mind to blog about. And maybe that's kind of obvious, considering the fact that this post is about two months late. Nevertheless, here it is, my meek attempt at lifestyle blogging. Once upon a time, a crazy senseless girl was sent to a city that actually had a decent shopping mall. One day, she finally decided to look like a girl. Looking at her collection of footwear, which consisted of one pair of red rubber shoes she's had since 2007, one pair of sandals that was slowly falling apart, a pair of silver high heels that she would only wear if she really had to, and a pair slippers she uses around her humble abode, the girl knew she had to buy herself another pair of shoes. Doll...

Warning: May contain spoilers . . . okay, will contain spoilers. =) Rarely do I find a movie that I cannot review without any sarcasm in the subliminal form. This is one of those movies. I'm no movie expert, but as an avid movie watcher, this is a great watch. I'm not going to say must  watch because anyone can survive life without watching this movie, but if you have the time and the resources (or have awesome friends who share your passion for big-screen movies and have extra money to spare), I deeply recommend this movie. So here's a tip for all you movie-watching readers: though it's not a requirement, watching the first two movies, Batman Begins and The Dark Knight , can give you a better movie experience. I know because I watched the first two movies about two weeks ago, and it really refreshed my memory. You'll find a lot of continuing story lines and clips that they've taken from the first two movies, which shows that the production team has tried...

Happy Two Months to Me! Yeah, and since Krispy Kreme is having their 75th Birthday, I decided to ride on with their celebration. Now, for the people who've been my friends (personally or on FB), you might have noticed that I've been congratulating myself every Friday for another week down. This time, however, I've decided to make it monthly. (Also because it's getting too expensive to celebrate every week. Then again . . .) So here's my second monthsary  celebration, brought to you by the amazing Krispy Kreme. The first time I've heard of Krispy Kreme was probably about five years ago. Every time some dorm mate or classmate of ours would be travelling to Manila (I don't think they had a branch in Cebu that time), we'd nag them to buy us some of these sought after doughnuts. And when they do give in to our annoying pleading, we'd wait patiently for them back at the dorm. Like pet dogs left by their owner or little children on Christmas d...

Okay, this is a fairly short post, but I just really wanted to tell everyone about this product. Nope, this is not a paid advertisement, and I am definitely not being coerced into writing this. I am, however, convinced that this is one of those products girls like me, who paint their nails by themselves out of boredom or creativity, would really love to have. Yes, people, it's a nail polish remover. Now, considering that all my life I thought nail polish removers were all acetones, finding one that conspicuously says "Acetone Free" is a bit of a worrisome predicament. Will this even work?  But hey, that wondrous time when I searched high and low for acetone and this was all I found, I guess any nail polish remover was better than no nail polish remover. So I went into HBC  Robinsons Fuente, bought this weird water-looking substance in a blue bottle and went home. Doubtful, yes, I was. Still, the need overpowered the regret of not going to other stores. So I used th...

This is an Apple logo. The only thing that means is that this post will be about some Apple product. This post will be about some Apple product that has found its way into my hands. More than that, this Apple product is one of the hard evidences that I have a brother in this world. You know why? This Apple product came with this: Less than often, I find myself thinking What if I had a different family? A different brother? A different life?  Then I wake up and realize, I don't want anything other than what is given to me. I don't want anything other than the real gift of family (even if they did tell me I was adopted but I really wasn't). So one night, when everything was dark and boring, I found a chat message from my favorite BROTHER, who also happens to be my ONLY brother, asking me what I wanted. The last time he asked me that question, I told him I wanted an iPad2. I cancelled that request because of unforeseen reasons. In replacement, I said I wanted the H...

It's wonderful, majestic, and truly inspiring. The sun eclipsed by the shadow of the moon is just one of those creations and phenomena we might never really get enough of. Today, at five in the morning, I was practically racing the first rays of light from the sun. I got to the only place I could think of that wasn't obstructed by buildings. The small patch of land near Ayala, where people jog in the morning, seemed to be the best and nearest option. So I took off for that spot. Upon my first ocular inspection, it was apparent that I may not see any sun at all. There was a huge wall of cumulunimbus clouds right in front of where I knew the sun was. It was depressing. The light started spreading in the sky and the many joggers were starting to throw weird looks at the girl wearing a jacket, jeans, and carrying a roll of film in her hand. I walked as slowly as I could, hoping the clouds would somehow blow away when I finally found the perfect place to stand rooted in the c...