Sanrio Puroland!

Hurray for all pink, fluffy and cuddly stuff!

I'm normally a t-shirt-pants-sneakers type of girl but who would say no to a visit to the lovely world of the Sanrio characters?

Since I am in Japan and Disneyland is currently too mainstream to be visited and to write a blog about, I've decided to give Sanrio Puroland in Tama City, Tokyo a visit. :3

I don't know what to expect on our way there because I haven't been to any Disneyland at all, so I don't have any place to compare it to. When I entered the place, however, my jaw dropped (not literally, of course!). I'm not a fan of Hello Kitty and the other characters but I can't deny that the place is stunning.

We went on a weekday yet the place is still jam-packed. What can I say? Hello Kitty is very popular here in Japan. From fans, floaters and even drinks! Hello Kitty's face can be seen beaming at you from every direction.

Entrance to Sanrio Puroland!

Once you've entered the main entrance, this is what will welcome you!

First attraction and the only ride.

After the boat ride, we decided to explore the place and found an entertainment theater. When we entered, I almost laughed. There was a Hello Kitty DJ. :D She was dancing along with three other women and they were teaching kids a dance step. She looks sexier than the women. :D

See what I mean? She was even wearing knee-high boots! Talk about being a fashionista.

Right after that, the parade started. We managed to get a pretty decent spot. We weren't at the center but at least we didn't have to stand on tiptoes just to watch. 

I enjoyed the parade more than I enjoyed anything else. The songs were too catchy (though I don't understand Nihongo that much), and the people in costumes were too fanciful to not look at.

I was too busy clicking on my camera the whole time that I didn't even have time to mind my family. :))) I was too caught up with their song and dance numbers. Mind you, all of the Sanrio characters came out and they were dancing, as well.

I was never a fan of mascots, heck I was even afraid of them when I was young! But within Sanrio Puroland, I can't help but smile while watching them sing and dance. They're too kawaii! I don't think I've ever appreciated mascots this much.

No, this is not Kitty. This is Daniel.

NOW THIS IS HELLO KITTY. :3

After the parade, we walked around to look for the souvenir shop. We end up, however, in front of Hello Kitty's house! Too bad we didn't enter. I heard that Kitty's house is worth seeing. And that you can only get a picture with Kitty if you entered. Why? Because that's her house and she doesn't go out unless it's time for the parade. :(

We were all starving then because we were running on onigiri and sandwiches from 711. We did, however, bought some stuff from the souvenir shop for Keiko. :3 The stuff were amazing! Of course they are pricey, too. :P

A very long line for the people who want to see the inside of Kitty's house.

And since we didn't enter the house, we settled for Kitty's car which is parked just outside her house.

Right after that, we went to the fourth floor of the Sanrio Puroland where the restaurant and cafeteria are. When you enter it, the first thing that you'll see is this:

Talk about Kitty addiction, huh? :P

Anyway, we settled for the eat-all-you-can restaurant. We made a great choice, I think. The food was not that spectacular but the environment was, at least, beyond words.

Our timing was also perfect. We entered while another Hello Kitty was performing. Mind you, she was singing an English song- I love you baby by Frankie Valli. Her voice was so tiny that it'll make you laugh instead of getting you annoyed. :D We were lucky that we got there in time, though. She left right after that song. :(

I can't believe how many Hello Kitty stuff there are in that place. The table napkins, the paper cups, heck, even the high chairs for kids are printed with Hello Kitty's face. It was pure Hello Kitty heaven.

After we eat, we strolled some more and browsed through the main souvenir shop. I can't help but notice that Hello Kitty stuff are always beside My Melody stuff. I don't know why, either. Probably because they're both pink? :D We even got the chance to bump into My Melody. Keiko wasn't too fond of her, I think. She was just staring at her, her emotion unreadable.

There was a long line of kids and kids at heart for My Melody, too.

 They were ready with

 their cameras and pens and papers! Kid on top is not Keiko.

Cute stuff from the last souvenir shop!

I had so much fun that I wouldn't say no to another visit to that place. :3 I want nothing more than to splurge! Everything is too cute for me. It felt as if I was betraying my all time sweetheart, Snoopy, while I was there yet I cannot stop myself. Ken wasn't that amused, though. I was asking, no, begging him to buy the Hello Kitty boxers but he put his foot down firmly. LOL. Why am I not surprised.

All in all, it was such a great experience for me. Not only did I find myself inside this cute place, I was also toured around Tokyo. I finally got away from mountains of Chiba, even just for a day. I can't wait to go back in Sanrio Puroland with my mom so that I can freely explore the place without minding a grumpy Ken! :)))

Sanrio Puroland's website:

http://www.puroland.co.jp/english/welcome.html

JMGDM

Dear you,

First off, if you're reading this, congratulations! You found it. ;)

I've originally created a longer blog entry for you. I was 14 paragraphs through that entry but somehow, I can no longer finish it. I can't blame it to the good old writer's block, because quite obviously, given that I'm halfway through this intro already, it shows that I can still compose new ones. Besides, I just finished a blog yesterday. Surely, my ideas aren't on hold.

Truth be told, I really didn't know what was stopping me from finishing it up. I can point it out to me being lazy, or to me, doing other stuff at the exact same time as I was composing that, but when I've contemplated long enough yesterday, I realized that the reason why I can't finish it is because the story itself came to an abrupt stop that my mind must've automatically turned itself into hiatus with regards to that story.

So here I am, raising my white flag and putting the last dot into this story. I know that this wasn't a story for you but for me, it was. And short though, as it may be, I'm still glad that I've had my second chance. Lady luck wasn't as cruel to me as how I've originally thought.

So, yeah, I like you, or liked, whatever. And I've liked you longer than how I've liked my new eye-candy in the person of Miura Haruma. :3

2 years ago, had I not been in a rocky relationship then, or had I had the courage to free myself out of that mess, I know that I still wouldn't have had a chance. You have no idea how long I've resisted adding you up on Facebook and starting a conversation with you. All this time, up to the point wherein I've already added you up, I've always looked at your profile, asking myself whether I should do it or not.

I never had enough courage until last year. That was when I've found out that you are in a long-term relationship. You never told me but I kind of figured it out with your posts and all. We got to exchange messages briefly and you suddenly stopped talking to me as though I don't exist at all. That was fine with me, though. Because I know that you are happy. And I, myself was trying to patch things up in the messy relationship that I was in.

After a year, a lot has changed. I accidentally deleted all of my contacts when I upgraded my phone to iOS5. It was silly of me to update it without backing it up. I lost not only my contacts but the messages and all my apps, as well. I vaguely remember sending messages to my friends over Facebook that time. With you, though, I didn't get a reply. That was still fine by me. :)

This month, I got myself a new spare phone and as I was playing with it, I saw that the old messages on my sim card were still there. I was browsing through it when I saw your name. It was funny because while I was blankly staring at our previous messages, I remember saving your number on my sim card itself in case I lose my contacts. It took me a few days to muster up all of the courage that I can get, to send you a message. Surprisingly, you replied. :)

It was short but I've missed it. For reasons unknown to the universe, the bittersweet feeling of sending you messages and waiting to see if you'll reply has got me hooked. And before I knew it, the bittersweet feeling has turned into a plain bitter one, when I've finally realized that I'm at the end of my ride and you'll no longer reply.

Pardon my sentiments but I think that if I don't let this all off now, I'd never be able to let you go. Don't worry. After this, since I've already raised my white flag, I'll never bug you again in any way. Let me tell you everything now, so as to help myself move forward and not look back again. I can't promise to make it as short as how you want it to be but I'll do my best to make it straight to the point.

As what I've said above, I like you, and I'll probably always will. To me, you're a constant living reminder of the pain of wanting someone I can't have. I should probably hate you for that. But I'm not a person who's living with hatred. As what I've said, I'd like to say everything that I want to be able to let go and move forward.

Also, you're a constant reminder that I should never rush into decisions and learn how to wait. You might've not noticed it but, yeah. I can be one of the most impatient girls ever born in this planet. You know, since you've mentioned that you've been single for months now, I've always wanted to give myself a great punch. Not to brag, but I can punch really hard for a girl. So, yeah. I know that it was long a shot but I was wondering if things would've changed had I waited. Probably not, but at least I would've presented myself with a little ray of hope back then. But I didn't wait so I guess I'd never find out the answer to that now.

I'd like to thank you, though, for putting up with me until now. It hurts when you don't reply but as what I've said, it's better that way so I don't get attached. You know how it goes. When people start doing something everyday, it becomes a hobby for them. And someday, no, probably by tomorrow, I'd have a new hobby. One which involves me, not waiting for your replies anymore. Kinda sucks because it feels as if I'm breaking up with someone I've seen only twice! Ha-ha. But try to live two years of your life, wanting someone you can never ever have and you'd probably know what I mean and what I've felt all this time.

I guess I have to finish this here because I don't want to trigger the waterworks. Once a tear falls off my eye, I know that I won't be able to say goodbye again. So, yeah. I guess this is it. I'm throwing off the white flag in the air and I'll be taking a deep breath and when I let it out, that'll be my final good bye.

Bye, bye, you evil vampire. ;)

P.S. I was actually gonna ask you out. Yeah. Brave move of mine. But you never replied so, I am partly thankful. I can't imagine the embarrassment of being dumped by the same person twice! Ha-ha!
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Koizora Night!

So, I've recently got myself a new eye-candy after watching the Bloody Monday Jseries. :3


Who else?!


Miura Haruma, of course. :3




For six years straight, I've been a loyal Jun Matsumoto fan. I've downloaded all of his movies and drama series just because being her fangirl has been a huge part of my life already. Yeah, well, that sounds like an exaggeration but, what the hell? Six years. Surely, that's a long time already.


So, back to Miura...


He's awesome. I can't deny that his acting skills are a bit too amateur compared to MatsuJun's but he's got talent. I've got to give him that much. Plus, his face value's enough, of course. I can't believe that instead of watching Hana Yori Dango again a few days ago, I've decided to wait for my torrent downloads of Miura Haruma's movies/ series to finish. I guess I've finally realized that Jun Matsumoto's too old for me. Ha-ha!


Anyways, so last Monday, I've finally finished my download of Koizora aka Sky of Love. :3 It stars Miura Haruma(of course!) and Yui Aragaki. 

Photo source: [  http://www.mysoju.com/japanese-movie/koizora/ ]

I've watched it with one of Selecta's Hershey's collection: Heath. That was a good flavor, by the way. Although for people who easily feel like vomiting with too much sugar, sorry, but I don't think that's the right flavor for you.

The female lead was awfully familiar to me but I was wondering why her voice doesn't ring a bell. Then, it hit me. She was the lead girl of Jun Matsumoto from Smile. That explains a lot, given that she was mute in that series.  That's why her voice didn't sound familiar, at all!

I especially liked Miura's silver hair in the movie. :3 Made me kind of disappointed that he switched it over to black briefly, halfway through the movie. I was partly glad that he switched it over to white again but that's when I've realized that the movie's going on a fast track towards the ending, which, I'm guessing that most of you know already, is a sad one.

It's not as if I wasn't expecting it, though. When I've finished watching the two seasons of Bloody Monday, I amused myself by downloading photos of Miura Haruma and that's when I've found out that that silver hair of his was used for one of his movies. I immediately Googled it, and voila! spoilers here and there. So, yeah. I knew all along that he's gonna die in that movie.

All in all, though I didn't find anything spectacular with regards to the lead actors' acting skills, I still find the movie worth watching again and again and again. And that's about 90% because of Miura Haruma, of course. :3 <3333

P.S. Only when I Googled the first picture did I found out that Miura Haruma's sister in this movie is actually Karina. Yeah, she's the one who was with Jun Matsumoto in Bambino! and Myu no Anyo Papa ni Ageru. I don't know why but I've always found her pretty in those other shows. I didn't like her much in Koizora, though. She looks kindaaaaa- wasted and old? Yeah. Something like that.

...because we can't talk.

Hey.

I don't know how to approach you without us getting on each other's nerves so I've decided to type it out instead. I'm sorry if I'm still as hard-headed as how I've always been. You know, contrary to your belief, it's not easy for me to talk back. It pains me to do that as much as it pains you to hear me answer back to you. I know I've got anger management issues but at the end of the day, no, just by the end of each argument, I feel really bad for having to talk back to you just to state out my point.


I don't want to argue with you but how can we talk properly when you wouldn't even listen?


I want you to be happy on your own. I want you to achieve true happiness by yourself. Not by being dependent on others, because it's not forever that friends get to stay by your side. There will come a time wherein you will be left behind and when that time comes, I want to look at you and be proud that you can stand on your own.


As long as you're being dependent like that, I'm scared to leave you. Because I don't want a time to come wherein I'll regret my decision to leave without making sure that you are okay by yourself. We've been there before and I don't want that feeling to come back again. That feeling of helplessness. I don't want to see you cry because you are pitying yourself. Not because I pity you, but because I hate the fact that you can't see your own worth. If other people can't appreciate you, I want you to stop caring because you don't have to please any of them. It's enough that you love yourself enough to be able to live without minding the opinion of others.


It's not as if I don't want you to enjoy. In fact, I want you to have the time of your life. I want to leave not because I want to be able to have a new family but because I want to work, for me to able to give you the life of a queen. It may not even be close, but at least it would be enough for me to raise you from the life status of an average person.


I hope you realize that I want nothing more than to see you happily spending the rest of your life. I don't care if I have to work my ass off everyday, as long as I give you everything that will make you happy. All I want is for you to look in the mirror everyday and tell yourself that you are happy. Not because you have friends, not because someone cares for you, but simply because you exist and that alone makes at least a person ecstatic. Yeah, that person is me.

Worm-filled rice, anyone?

Yesterday, my mom and I had a little argument because of dinner. I got upset because I slept at around 7pm since I was already starving and no one's home yet. I woke up at around 9pm and went downstairs. I found my mom dressing up to go to bed. Apparently, she left money for me to buy my dinner since she'd be a little late. I didn't look at my money all day since I got too lazy to buy my own lunch, as well. So we had a little argument and she ended up storming out of the house and bought me dinner.


I went up to my room again and didn't go down till an hour later when the real pangs of hunger hit me. I saw that she purchased food from Andok's, which I actually appreciated when I saw it. My tastebuds are on a coup-de-etat against McDonald's already. There were two plastic bags. I opened the first one and saw two steamed rice. I checked the second one and saw barbecues. I was shaking from hunger already that I immediately took on of the rice and opened it.


Voila.


I almost puked. The moment that I touched it, it was actually really wet. I thought it was just because it was NEWLY cooked. When I opened it, to my disgust, the rice is yellow and green colored already. What was more, there were molds, the smell's really foul and the worst of it, there were flies. I immediately dropped the rice. I was so scared to look at it a little longer because at the back of my mind, I was so sure that if I poke it, maggots would come out. Disgusting.


So I immediately went upstairs and asked my mom if she had a receipt. She said no. I suddenly remembered that one bad thing about that store is that they never issue any receipts. EVER. I know that it's our fault, as well, since we should've demanded receipts from them but they we never do. So we can't blame them wholly for that. I went downstairs and stared at that rice.


What I did was I threw it out. I know that I might regret not taking a picture of it but I just consoled myself with the fact that the more I stare onto that foul thing, the more that I'm challenging the capability of my stomach, which, I might add, is not that great. I just made a mental note to never purchase anything from that store again and to, of course, write this blog.


I know that some people might say that I might just be a hater of that company but honestly, they're nippa huts compared to the mansion-like McDonald's, Burger King, etc., so what will I gain if I wrote this blog out of nothing but pure hatred? Anyway, it's not as if I'm begging you to believe me or anything. But once you experience that kind of stuff in your food, I don't think you'll ever get over it. Seeing things like that to stuff that you put in your mouth, it does things to you.

Why you shouldn't talk to strangers.

Talk about freaky people nowadays. I had to learn the hard way from this. As you can see, when I was young, it didn’t really matter to me as to whoever I add up on my social networking sites. As it turned out,  that’s the biggest mistake I ever did. Check out this creep for example:

Uh-huh. That’s one weird guy up there. For those who can’t speak Filipino or those who just can’t understand whatever this retard wrote down, he was actually asking me as to why I’m not replying to him. To add up to his insanely freaky question, he’s telling me that he’s good looking and that WE (whoever those we are) don’t have manners for not replying to him.
I mean, c’mon. Are you seriously asking me that question? I don’t speak retard, freak.

Ignored, deleted, blocked.

Crisis.

So what’s going to happen if the price of oil will be doubled because of the non-stop fighting of people in the Middle East?

You can’t say that I’m a fan of current events but all of the nonsense stuff that are being rolled every night (not to mention at daytime, as well) on the news are being ridiculously headache-inducing.

I live in a third world country so commuting’s a much preferred way for travelling instead of buying your own car. Besides, you wouldn’t feel all mighty and rich driving your own car in a country like this. I’ve always made up my mind about this since I was young. I’d never learn how to drive if I’ll just get stuck in this country. I’d always live in fear that I might get into a car crash or something with the undisciplined bus and jeepney drivers here. There are also gangs here who’ll pretend as if one of their members were hit by your car and they’d ask money from you. I’d also fear for my life because of other selfish drivers who only think of their own appointments without thinking about the lives of others.

If you’re thinking that it can’t be that worse, well then, you’re wrong. No matter how nationalistic you are, when you’re here, you wouldn’t even think twice about this fact. It isn’t about how well your parents raised you. When you live in a selfish country like this wherein life leaves you no other choice but to do bad just to survive, you can barely look at yourself in the mirror for what you’ve done but you continue to do whatever that is, anyway. Every single bad thing done is because of poverty and corruption.

Lately, I’ve drifted away from my riding a jeepney routine and stuck with waiting for cabs instead. Why? I really don’t feel safe riding a cab alone so I only get to do this when my boyfriend’s here in the Philippines. I can’t get him to commute all the way to where I work because he might have a heart attack from all the dust that he’d have to inhale going to my office and back. So, for the 2 months that he’s been here, we were able to ride more than 50 cabs already, I think. And they all have something in  common. They always, ALWAYS, ask for additional money aside from what’s on the meter. I know that it’s just common courtesy to provide them with a LITTLE tip from time to time especially if they drove on for hours without any complaints whatsoever, but it’s a different thing when they’re asking you for a 50Php additional even before you sat on their reeking cab seat. That’s just a little too selfish, right?

So what my boyfriend I are doing now is that we ride MGE taxis. It’s not a company known worldwide. But it’s well known in our city. What makes this different from other cab companies is that when the driver asks for any additional money, refuses to take you where you want to, or is complaining all throughout your ride, you can report them and trust them to give out the right sanction for that particular selfish driver.

I personally have nothing against the drivers itself. I understand that driving can be really stressful but, hey, who chose that job, anyway? It wasn’t as if you were forced or anything, right? And don’t give me that sorry excuse wherein you’ll say that you’ve never had any proper education, thus, you can’t find any other job other than this. DUH? Be a construction worker, be a darn grocery bagger, whatever. Just stop pretending as if you’re the ones who are being mistreated here. For all I know, once the oil prices have been doubled, you’ll triple yours, as well and ask for 100Php additional.

Yes, lately, as our economy plummeted downwards, the humanism of people came down as well. We often forget how human we are. We’re supposed to be on top of the list of all living things just because we can think. But lately, are we? Or we just thinking about how we’re supposed to be BETTER than the other people around us? Pathetic. It’s tiring to rant about it and everyone’s just turning a blind eye on this just because they know that one person can’t make the bad things go away. But one person is a part of a big crowd, right? If no one’ll stand up, there’s no bright future ahead. I can bet on that.

Shortcut.

My ass is seriously hurting. Seriously.
This is the downside of waiting in a hospital lobby. You get to punish your ass by doing nothing other than sitting. Yeah, it’s sad, but not that horrible if you get to see the miserable faces that are walking in the same lobby. It makes you feel ashamed being the complainer when everyone’s being so down. Misery, I have come to believe, is as contagious as the world’s most hated disease.
As I sit here alone, I stare at the busy people. Yes, the nurses try their best to smile, give out jokes to each other and everything. But the family members of the patients that they are accompanying are as sad as a lonely, dripping wet puppy. I think no one could feel as bad as them.
Once upon a time, I wanted to be a doctor, as well. I wonder how my life would’ve changed had I pursued that path. I know that one thing’s certain. I would’ve killed my social life, then. I’m not a super sociable person, but I’m not an anti-social, neither. I like to do whatever I want that’s why I’m often being tagged as unpredictable. There are times when I’d kill for a good night out BUT there are times as well when you cant even let me get off my bed.
I wonder if I would have been a little bit different then. Probably I would have been a little more serious with my life. Will I still end up with my boyfriend? Probably not. Being a doctor requires a lot of if responsibilities. A lot more than just saving other people’s lives. I wonder if I would have been able to fulfill all of those things. Again, I think not.
I even suck with just finishing up an old blog entry. How else could I save someone’s life in just a couple of hours? Nah-uh.

OMOIDE.

I`m not a fan of random posts, really. My avid readers can attest to that. Mostly, I just create new blog entries because something really great happened. If not, something really terrible. Today, however, I decided that it`s a really nice day to create this random entry.


Why?


Because I want to create another memory with my boyfriend.


While he`s sleeping soundly beside me, I chose to use his MacBook to create this. I`m in such a hurry because I fear that he might wake up, what with the noise that that dog is creating outside and with my great ability to type with as much noise that I can muster up with. If he does wake up, it`s almost a guarantee that I can`t finish this. He`d definitely sit beside me.


Anyway, I just thought that I`d do a write up regarding his last visit here in the Philippines. Yes, for those who doesn`t it know yet, he doesn`t live here. He stays in Japan. For the most part of our relationship, he`s there. But I get to see him for about 2 weeks (1 month at the most) after 3-4 months. Not that bad, actually. There`s always Facebook, Yahoo Messenger and of course, Skype.


His last visit here is the longest for this year. He last came here last January but I had school then, so it wasn`t much fun. Since last March, however, I started working. I don`t know why but I find school more stressful than work. Probably because at work, I just have to do the same thing over and over again.


Our relationship`s not a step close to being perfect. Which relationship is, anyway? We`ve had our turn of having quite a bumpy ride in our relationship these past few months, actually. But, we stayed strong. I know that a great part of that mess was my fault but he never gave up on me. That`s why we`re off to our 20th monthsary a few days from now. And, I can never thank him enough for the things that he has done for me in his one month stay here.


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I wish I was strong enough to have finished this back then. Unfortunately, Ken stirred in bed. When I looked at him, I saw my space in bed and it called me. :( I fell asleep.


So now, after two months, I am going to finish this. :)


Going back, his last visit here was a blast. He spoils me, in a good way, of course. I feel guilty going out with him because he doesn't allow me to pay. I don't feel comfortable spending his hard earned money for my own satisfaction. Although, that's how it is for him. He'd rather pay than to have me pay even for just a candy. Sweet, right? That's how much he takes care of me when we're together.


We spent a month together. There wasn't a day when we never met. We've built more than a dozen new memories again. Memories that'll allow us to stay stronger than how we were for the last 20 months. :)

Plagiarism 101.

 

I never knew that I’m that effective as a writer. LOL. I’m superbly flattered…. NOT.

I’ll keep this post available for public viewing so your enviously loser face would be able to read this. Thanks for being such a copy-cat. I’ve been experiencing a writer’s block for quite a while now. You’ve given me something to write about. :) I’m writing this because I can’t send a message to you directly. Funny how thieves like you have the guts to keep your profiles private when more than half of the things that are in your accounts were just stolen. No wonder our country’s such a mess.

Too much introduction, yeah, I know. I’ll go straight to the point.

Stop being such a sorry loser.

That felt great. I would’ve said that straight to your face if I knew you in person. Unfortunately, I don’t. And don’t give me that old excuse of me judging you when I haven’t even met you yet. We both know that first impressions are too strong for that. And, honestly, a thief like you doesn’t deserve REAL friends. I pity yours, that is, if you have some.

For those who are reading this (Yeah, I know you are reading this. ;P), just so you know, I’m speaking with a certain someone named Maria Gnvl Romero Lizardo (Geni) through Facebook (Yeah, I know we’re in Facebook right now. This isn’t my only site. I’ve posted this to all of my accounts. Different sites, different followers/friends, you know. :P ).

What did she do to deserve this?

Simple.

She did the most unforgivable thing that someone can do to a writer. She stole my lines. You dirty plagiarist.

I bet she doesn’t know how important their works are for writers. Though writers don’t have to whack their brains out often for new stuff to write down, since those things come naturally, they’re still wasting half of their lives sitting on a desk, making good stories to inspire people. Then, of course, thieves would come to take the credit. HOW ANNOYING IS THAT? That’s just unfair.

Will it kill you to quote me? I don’t think so.

So now, the fun part. I don’t want people to think that I’m making this up. I bet you’ve already told half a dozen people by now that you thought of those lines by yourself. A likely story. Hee-hee.

Evidence #1. (Click image to enlarge.)

Your Facebook account. Oh, wait. What does your Bio say?  Those lines are VERY familiar. :P

Evidence #2. (Click image to enlarge.)

A screen shot of my Friendster’s About Me part where I originally posted the entry. I highlighted the lines that you stole. I appreciate your effort in changing the part about the lizards. However, what? you’re scared of dogs? That’s so lame. I am a huge fan of dogs. If you’re going to say “So what?”, let me answer you by saying this: You’re my fan, right? Ha-ha. I’m giving out free info about myself. You should be ecstatic by now. :P

P.S. If you’re doubting the authenticity of my screenshot, check out the URL part. friendster.com/girlyragdoll. I’m the only girlyragdoll in this world. Google it.

Evidence #3. (Click image to enlarge.)

A screenshot of my Multiply’s Blog part. :) It has a timestamp there in case you wonder when I created the blog. I bet you weren’t even aware that Facebook exists by then. :P Hee-hee.

So, there. I actually wanted to say more but I don’t want to waste more of my time with this. No matter what I do, anyway, I don’t think I’ll be able to change the minds of the people who are reading this already. I think they’ve already seen enough.

So next time you think of stealing my lines again, please think twice, little miss plagiarist. It wouldn’t make you less of a person if you admit your mistake, y’know. Just saying. :)

Back to 2000.

Not to brag, but I got my new laptop yesterday so I'm in the mood to create new blog entries. :3


Anyway, so, yes. I was thinking of posting something really random. I'd probably write something about my latest pastime then... RAGNAROK.


Yessss. The game which rendered almost half of the students in our country without enough money for their other needs way back in 2000-ish. :) I just woke up a few days ago and realized that I am damn missing that game. So, what else did you think I did? Of course I downloaded an online server. :3


With me is my boyfriend, of course, and my brother. It's not as fancy as the real RO (though it's real as well) since there are fewer people there. But as far as I know, it's five times faster to level up there. So, by almost a week (or less), I am in level 40 already. Yeah, I know that it's not much. But I have work in the morning, hello? Did you expect me to play all day like all of our country-famous bums? Hell, no.


Since I missed my character so much, back in the Chaos server, for those who are familiar with the game, I decided to create an archer as well. I chose the same hair style and sponsored the same red hair color as well. Whattt? I've always wanted to be a redhead. Heehee.


I've got really sensitive fingers, though. :| I can't stand playing for long hours so I only play when my boyfriend's in the mood to play, as well. By then, at least I've got someone to play with. And honestly, he's worth staying in the game for. :3


I'm planning to have my archer leveled up to become a dancer. Another character that I used to have way back in the Iris server. :3 I'm darn excited to see that sexy walk again. :3

I wouldn't lose you, would I?

SSL ERROR. 

What happened to the SSL certificates of most Google sites? :| Since it's my rest day, I decided to log into this blogger account of mine just to edit the layout since I noticed that the sixth link which is my Friendster account is actually not click-able. However, it took me more than five tries before I got the trick as to how I can successfully log in.

The error message? Yes. SSL Certificate Error.

I did the basic troubleshooting, of course. I actually thought that it's my computer, if not my browser's, fault as to why this is happening. However, I've checked the SSL settings of my browser, I've tried two other browsers and it's still presenting me with the same error message. So what I did was I tried to search for it online (I know, why haven't I thought about it in the first place, huh?) and I found out that a lot of people have been getting the same error message lately. :( Boo for that.

So as of this moment, the only way as to how I can successfully log in to this site is to interrupt the loading of the page itself. Yes, once you can see the Google log in box, click on the 'Stop Loading this page' button if you're using Firefox or Google Chrome. From there, you have to type in your user name and password and you can press enter. It'll give you the SSL warning again. I just clicked on allow SSL Certificate, no big deal for me. Then I was able to see my dashboard. Not so neat, actually. But it's better than to stare at your Blogger page without actually being able to edit or add anything.

I think I'd be sick.

Technical stuff. I know I work as a Technical Support Representative but seriously,  I have no plans whatsoever of being a part of the Geek Squad. It just really bothered me when that error message appeared.

My Blogger site, I wouldn't lose you, would I? You know that you have all of my entries. :(

Don't let me down.

Ten Days.

Creating a blog entry after work: My most effective stress-reliever.

I saw this 10-day challenge online and I wanted to try it. Although since I don't get to create entries as much as how I do before, I decided to do everything in one go instead of doing it day by day. :)

Here it goes:

1. Day ONE: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.

a. We're fighting hell of a lot lately but I still can't stop caring for you. You know how we are. You move, I move. It's as if we're inseparable.
b. I am getting seriously attached to you. If you keep on being nice, what do you expect me to do? I will hurt myself by hurting you.
c. Shut your mouth. If your tongue's itching to speak, just take in calls. Essence of working in a call center.
d. I really cared for you as a sister. We never really had the most real friendship but I treasured it. I miss you.
e. Srsly, thank you.
f. I never really lived up to your expectations but I believe I never turned you down as badly as how I imagined I would. I know you're proud of me. I am proud of you, too. I love you.
g. He's using you. Open your eyes, please.
h. You're one of the kindest person I know. Don't change.
j. Learn how to let go. You can love two people at the same time, at different degrees but you can't keep them both at the same time.

2. Day TWO: Nine things about yourself.

a. I suffer from Herpetophobia. The worst thing that you can do to me is to have a lizard near me.
b. I am an eating machine when I want to. When I am not in the mood, though, I can go on without eating for a day.
c. I love animals more than I love people. That's the reason why I chose medical school over veterinary school. I can't handle a dying animal. My hands are going to be all shaky and I might cry more than the owner.
d. I know how to play the guitar. I am a bassist. I'm not good. I just know how to.
e. I laugh a lot. Even when everyone's over a joke, I still laugh my ass off.
f. I am boyish and girl-y in one. I wear cosmetics but I adore sweats, jeans and sneakers.
g. I am moody. Whaaaat? I am a girl. Deal with it.
h. Never argue with me. I won't stop till I win.
i. You can talk about me behind my back. Just don't let me catch you.

3. Day THREE : Eight ways to win your heart.

a. Be the perfect gentleman. I always say that I don't want those mushy stuff but when they happen, they melt my heart. I may not look happy but believe me, I'm just too shy to show it.
b. Talk to me first.
c. Let me make my own decisions but guide me to whatever is right, nonetheless.
d. If I sound too eager over something, don't contradict me.
e. Try to go with my mood swings. I know they're hell to deal with but that's how girls are, anyway. I'd appreciate it when you work on it with me.
f. Never force me to do anything I don't want to.
g. Never curse in front of me and scold me when I curse.
h. Don't let me cry in front of you.

4. Day FOUR: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.

a. What will happen tomorrow?
b. Why do pets have to die really early?
c. Food.
d. What shall I do?
e. What went wrong?
f. Where do I go from here?
g. Sleep.

5. Day FIVE: Six things you wish you've never done.

a. Quit school for a semester.
b. Started drinking. Occasional or not, I wish I never learned how to drink.
c. Took Biology. Believe me, unless you really love that field, you wouldn't want to take that as your major.
d. Eat meat. Wish I grew up as a vegetarian.
e. Learn how to curse.
f. Date bad boys.

6. Day SIX : Five people who mean a lot to you.

a. mom
b. brother
c. boyfriend
d. best friend
e. you

7. Day SEVEN : Four turn- offs.

a. Smelly guys. I understand that you sweat a lot more than girls do but hygiene is important.
b. Creating unnecessary noise when eating. Gross.
c. Gossipers.
d. Jerks.

8. Day EIGHT : Three turn- ons.

a. Braces
b. If you have the strong yet pleasant smell of a man's perfume, you can definitely catch my attention.
c. Having the courage to change things that you can.

9. Day NINE: Two smileys that describe your life right now.

a. :))
b. :((
Life's like that always, anyway. Very unpredictable.

10. Day TEN : One confession.

a. I can never be a barbie doll no matter how you dress me up. At the end of the day, no matter how badly you want to change me, I'd still have my own style, my own thinking and my uniqueness. I'd always be a girlyragdoll. Make up on, ragged clothes on.

Never kiss ass for people to like you.

Righhhht. It seems as if it's 'in' to talk about the controversial Mendoza hostage- taking. I'm going to go with the flow as well, then.

I'm a very prideful person. I bet everyone can attest to that. However, I highly think that I use my pride only when I think it's highly needed. With an issue like this, actually, I don't expect Filipinos to hate the Hong kong government for tagging our country as a dangerous one, what with the outcome of that hostage-taking was. What I didn't expect is for my countrymen to downgrade themselves all out just for that one controversy. I understand fully that the event took place in our country and that definitely, we are partly to be blamed for not securing the area as much as how they expected us to. However, they can't ask us to expect crimes as big as that all the time, right? We can't go around running all scared everyday, fearing that someone might just go crazy while crossing the street or something.

The day after that event took place, I was browsing my friends' posts over Facebook and- voila! All of their posts are about the Mendoza hostage - taking. I wouldn't have said anything if it wasn't so annoying, seriously. I've got better things to do than to debate over that issue. I managed to almost end the day with my mouth shut and my hands doing nothing but move around the track pad, trying to control the pointer in different directions till I came across stupid posts. There are pictures of policemen playing arcade games in their uniforms, posts saying that Mendoza is such an asshole for doing such a thing, and of course, fan pages about the incident with names like ' Hong kong, we are so sorry :( '. I was like- whatttttt???

I'm not saying that we shouldn't be sorry at all. I feel bad for the victims as much as everyone does. It's just that, will it kill you to stop downgrading yourselves as Filipinos just because an event like that happened? Did the Americans downgraded themselves when the September 11 event happened? I don't think so. They mourned over the people who died, yes, but they didn't go around apologizing like poor puppies to everyone. They proved to the world that they are still as firm as ever and that one single mistake wouldn't shake their strong profile. Just so you know, I am not a pro-American myself so I am not saying this because I am some big fan of them.

Some points that I want to argue with you, my dear countrymen:

1. Policemen playing arcade games. Whaaaaat? Haven't you played in TimeZone or any other places like that in your uniforms before? How can you make such an issue regarding people who just wanted to spend some time off what with all of the pressures of being a policeman are? Just because there are pictures like that, does that sum up all of the things that they can do? If so, then there wouldn't be any criminals at all in our country, correct? Then for students, once you've failed a test, if your parents saw any pictures of you playing arcade games in your uniform, they have all the rights in the world to blame it on that. Great thinking.

2. Mendoza is such an asshole for doing such a thing. Maybe you are assholes for saying things that none of you understand at all. Ever read anything about him before judging him? I bet 90% of the people who claims that he's such a stupid man never even thought of researching as to why the guy did that. Yes, around 99.99% of the whole country knows that he used to be an ex-policeman and that he wants to be reinstated. Yes, he used to be one of our best policemen until his name was dragged into a terrible case. I can neither prove that that wasn't true as much as I can say that I know him personally. However, I came to read some articles in the morning paper and it was told that the guy who filed a case against him and his colleagues didn't even come to the hearing. Not once. YET, they still removed him from the team and they even removed his retirement privileges. Try working your ass off for a company and make them proud by receiving awards then have yourself unjustly removed, see if that doesn't change you.

3. Use fan pages to apologize like idiots to Hong kong. Yes, being sorry is nice BUT do not overdo it, please. Stop saying sorry then blame the police again. Just say sorry. It doesn't look cool to blame everything to our SWAT team. They did their best. Given the chance, I'm sure they would've done better. But, their lives were on the line as well that time. Have you ever thought about having a father or a brother as a policeman? Would you have wanted them to go barging in that bus when they know really well that they're too nervous to do it perfectly? That'd be like running into a burning house naked. Simply idiotic, right?

In the first place, we NEVER dragged those Chinese people in our country. Needless to say, whatever issues we have in our country, that came with the ticket that they bought prior to coming here. They came, anyway. So how can you take it so heavily? How can you criticize your own country's SWAT team when you probably don't even follow the simplest traffic rules? Everyone has their own share of faults in this event. No one should be blamed much more than the others. If you think that it's the SWAT team's fault, why not apply as a trainer for them, then? Better yet, you probably should've arrested Mendoza yourself when the event was being shown in TV.

Don't think that it's as easy as how it seems while you were watching it. Everything looks a hundred times better in television. That's the main reason why I don't watch television shows often. It does things to your way of thinking.

Warp Zone

I woke up today feeling strange. It took me a while to realize why I was feeling all miserable. Then, slowly, it came to me. It struck me as surely as how a lightning sets it target on an unknowing tree.

I felt as if I were on a time machine. The way the flashbacks came, it was as if I'd die on the spot had they been played a little slower. Everything came in blurred. But every blurred image came in with its meaning, presenting itself upright to my face. All I could think about all the time that I was on this hellish time-ride was that I'm not ready for this. I desperately wanted to stop, to change things as I pass by those events. But, I can't. I wish that I was at least warned. I could've bought a pacemaker to at least have my heart ready.

We all know that life's never fair.

So now I sit here alone, with the electricity out because of the storm, contributing to my misery, thinking. Where do I go from here? I'm more lost than the puppies out on the streets. At least, in their minds, they have one goal: 'Find master, serve for him, protect him.' In my case, however, I really have nowhere to go. I'm stuck in this void world with my two greatest nemesis. If's and but's.

What if...
But he said...
If only...
But we promised...

Deep down in my heart, the sound of a brutally sarcastic laugh echoes. It's presenting its own opinion on the crisis that I am in right now. It voices out the only thing that's occupying my mind as of the moment. Something that my mouth can't put into words : I told you so. I told you not to believe.

And here's where the question of where I'd be from this pops up again. Everything comes up again and I'd have to undergo the same hurtful process. It's like choosing the easier way out but ending up having to headbutt your way out instead because you ran into a dead-end.

The funny part is, I am not crying. They always say that in cases like this, breaking down in tears is the surest way to a quick recovery. I wonder if that's the reason why I'm neither feeling that bad nor am I feeling the slightest bit okay.

Out of this whole dilemma, I came to realize something. Oftentimes, we get so distracted by the busy lives of people around us that we tend to be side-tracked from our real goals. I found out that its okay to go on a different path as long as you'd still keep in mind your real goal. Nothing's wrong with being distracted once in a while because these little things help us grow. We just have to remember not to be pulled downwards by those little things because at the end of the day, its still your goals that matter.

Updated Facebook About Me.

My name is Jessica, just like the thousands of girls out there. I don't hate it, of course. But I'm not 'that' into it, either. If you've entered a class before and someone calls your name but 3 different people looked (excluding you), you'd know what I mean.

I was born under the Astrological sign of Pisces and it was told that we were supposed to be imaginative. That- I highly agree upon. When I'm not running, which, by the way is one of my passions in life, my imagination takes over as a sub and finishes the lap without panting or stopping in midway. My imagination just runs freely. No boundaries, no limits.

Don't try to understand me because I am very unpredictable. I'm not planning to be on the safe side all my life. I like stepping into the unknown and indulging myself with all of the new challenges on the path that I've ended up with. That way, when I've finally reached the end line, I'd proudly move on knowing that I had survived that previous one with my own thinking, courage and self- confidence.

I've always wanted to be a writer but I ended up as a technical support representative and I am now spending 8 hours of my life, 5 days a week with non- stop technical blah blah blahs. I really like to draw but I ended up loving guitars more than pastels. I wear cosmetics but sweats, pants and sneakers are what I prefer to wear most.

Yes, I am weird that way for most people. But for me, that's what's drawing the fine line between the Jessica Diane that I am, and all the other Jessicas in the world. That's me being myself- being unique. So if you're going to ask me "Why be like that?", let me ask you something in return:

Why not like this?

Love note to whoever reads this:
HEYYYYYY!Stalkers stalk. They don't go around telling the one they're following that they are stalking them. Uhm, yeah, that was confusing. Bottom line is: I don't add people whom I've never even met in real life. A few exceptions, of course. Those whom I've added long before I decided to stop accepting others. So if you want to add me, sorry. Srsly, I'm sorry. You can catch more of me on my blogger site, though. Or other websites of mine. My screen name's pretty searchable through Google, y'know. *wink*