tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36954494723204177542014-08-02T18:51:15.008+08:00The Open BookThis blog is a treasure to those who finds it. There are no limits to topics here. They are as random as my mind. My thoughts are open. My heart exposed. Read on and discover. It's just me and you.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-34218992258283470062014-08-02T18:49:00.000+08:002014-08-02T18:49:21.172+08:00the part after moving on...As you some of u guys well know, i have been changing my numbers regularly since 2005. The reason is that there was this girl who kept harrassing me coz she was a jealous gf of a formeer flame (drama.. i know) i think they lasted for years and that's how long the harrassment lasted (their relationship ended which i heard eventually led to her attempting suicide which is totally not because of me.. fyi).. i got curious and poked around facebook as to whatever happened to her. I'm pleased to know she is actually getting married to wonderful guy (i hope) and she's preggers. I genuinely am happy for her and though i never got am apology for the undeserved harrassment and stalking, i think one does stupid things when you are blindly inlove. Speaking of which, i wonder where leandro is now.. i've actually put up a status on ym since a few days ago which i am hoping he will see so we can catch up. Last i heard from him is a few years ago and he is married and with a daughter.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-45929945399303718822014-03-12T01:00:00.002+08:002014-03-12T01:02:15.969+08:00The candy man..Being used to not having you by my side is different with my heart not having u in it. It still hurts when i think of you, talk about u, i am still afraid to see you, i still feel it is wrong to be with another not you. I am hoping but i am angry. I gave up but still want you to try. Everyday i wake up knowing i will never hear you call me, i'll never hear you ask of me, i'll never hear you fight for me because you don't love me. It saddens me because in a heartbeat at any given time, as long as i know you are mine and mine alone i shall fly to you with out question. I forgot my dreams and hopes because i cannot forget you but i am trying God knows i am. No one knows this. No one will ever know. For in this secret carries with it my destruction, my devastation, my downfall... You are the sweetest. You are my bitterness. You.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-39296241938202892342014-03-05T22:12:00.000+08:002014-03-06T00:25:35.122+08:00An open-letter to my ex: The truth<b>I read this <a href="http://elitedaily.com/dating/sex/an-open-letter-to-my-ex-how-a-best-friend-becomes-a-stranger/" target="_blank">article</a> which caught my interest. The author wrote about sending an open-letter to an Ex-lover. A lover they hadn't heard from, whom they are not in good relations with. I thought about my first boyfriend, whom is happily married now and with a son and realized it is true that through time, he and I established a new connection, though not like before, at least this time we are connected. However, which leads me to write about HIM. The one I have written about but I have never gotten to publish anything and if I did I had deleted the posts. Why? Because I know somewhere out there, he would find a way to twist my thoughts and manipulate it to his own benefit and I would never want that. Although I know I gave him the satisfaction of knowing he broke my heart, I already found it in myself to forgive myself for that and never again will I go back to that same road of me falling in love with him.</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>I don't actually remember the relationship anymore there was nothing really to go by. He never told me anything was wrong, he just disappeared. The best moments we had was when we actually broke up and he tore my heart to a million pieces. I never reconciled with him and I guess I became angry at him for his mistakes.</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>For the past few months, I have decided to be alone, single and isolated from my friends and family. I wanted to build a new life for myself. Primarily, I wanted to build a life far away from what could have been if we were still together. I didn't want to regret and I didn't want to hope so I got rid of any chances I might have to feel those feelings by just staying away. It's been two years since that fated day, when I cried and he was just cold. It's been two years of difficult struggle for me to face the rejection and face the world alone. I thought I was going to die but here I am still living and concentrating in fulfilling my dreams. I only needed time.</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>The time has come for me to make my own open-letter. To that someone who will never read this because I will never send it. Not anymore.</b><br /><br /><i>Hey,</i><br /><br />I remember that I sent you a million texts and a million letters not one you have replied to. I realized how overly attached I was and maybe just maybe it drove you even further away. This time I am writing to you a letter and don't worry you will never read this because I will never send this. If you do get to read this, I guess it's because you must be wondering how I am and let me just start it off by answering that question.<br /><br />I'm fine. As of the moment I am writing this letter, I am perfectly fine. I made a drastic move and I cut my hair. I am in between jobs, literally since I just resigned from one post and going to start another this coming 17th of March. I'm still single as of the writing of this letter and if you are wondering why, I can't answer that. I haven't fallen inlove yet. I dated but I guess nothing really true came out from that. So thank you for wondering how I am. I can't say I feel the same since I am not wondering how you are. If I was, I would have looked at your facebook or asked around but I did not.<br /><br />With that said, I don't know what is going on with your life. I cut off all communication with you, with your friends and family. I haven't seen your face, the last time I did I blocked the person too. Why? Because I really don't want to know. Why? Because I don't want to remember you. Why? Because I am still angry at you and I can still feel the pain you left me and seeing you remembering you through anything that reminds me of you makes me feel like the person I was when you left me. The person I worked so hard to kill. That needy, weak, heart-broken woman that drove you away and was the cause of why you and I are no friends right now. I think maybe you did what you did was because I couldn't get it. I couldn't get that you were over me and that your love has passed. I'm sorry not to you but to myself. I didn't deserve that torture. I should have let you go the many chances I had but I held on too long and it ruined me.<br /><br />I'm sorry to you for giving you the burden of breaking my heart. You must have carried that for a while. I was not your responsibility but I bet you received shit because of it. But why did you do it? Why did you have to make it hard for me? Why did you have to humiliate me? To subject me from public ridicule. Why didn't you just leave me alone? Why did you allow the love to turn to anger? I was already healing. I was already moving on. But why did you have to do what you did? What was your reason? I will always deserve to know.<br /><br />But I guess I should thank you. Being angry at you made me heal faster. It replaced the pain to determination. Determination of being better than that love-sick woman I became. I actually don't know what's the point of making this letter. All I know is I miss you. Yes, I still do. I miss who you were or the person I thought you were. Back then, you were the last person I knew would ever try to hurt me but right now, if someone would ask me, "Who would have a grudge against you?" I will only answer no other person but YOU.<br /><br />I am a firm believer you hate me. You hate me now just as much as I hate you and I know you will ruin me if you can since I will ruin you if I can. If only for revenge for what you did. I miss who I was when I was with you. The naive girl who believed in love. Who believed in the goodness in someone I have learned to love. Now, I doubt. I doubt every guy who came into my life after you and all of them deserved it. I miss who I was because ignorance is bliss. I'd rather be hopeful than cynical. I'd rather fight than surrender. I know it was my choice. It didn't have to be this way however, the one good thing you taught me after that fated day was to always protect myself first. I was too vulnerable with you.<br /><br />I don't know if someday I will find that feeling again. Can I return to believing love is out there for me? I know you don't care but you're still reading this letter so I'll make you read things you would rather not. I guess it will come when everything is as it should be. As for friendship, I don't think it was ever possible to begin with. Why? Because you don't make fools out of your friends and certainly you don't stab them in the back when they were already hurting.<br /><br />I don't wish you well. I don't wish you love. I wish karma strikes you hard. I still wish that which means this is not a letter of reconciliation. Hopefully some day, I will find my answers and this anger will go away since I already know why you had to come in my life and break my heart the way that you did. If that will never come, I am afraid I will never stop being angry at you so it is better to stay away. As far away form you, your toxicity, as possible, so I can focus on my self and finding the answers.<br /><br /><i>Finally used to not having you in my life,</i><br /><br />MeJane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-82965436713598570262014-01-06T18:11:00.001+08:002014-01-06T18:11:37.709+08:00mantraI will make it.. not only for those who love me and not for those who believe me but for all those people who are waiting for me to fail, those who told me I can't and those who told me I will never be. For those who told me I am limited, you'll soon see me touching the sky. For those who told me I did not make their standards, you will soon being reaching mine. For those who told me I am not worthy, you will soon be proving you wrong. For my life will never be mediocre, for my name will never leave your lips. Until your last breathe, you will remember my name. You will whisper it to your children, and your children's children. For in this life, you are fleeting but my name will live on.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-17723211787575655012013-07-30T00:36:00.000+08:002013-07-30T00:44:59.753+08:00When you love someone that does things that annoy you..(pet peeves blog)Earlier in training we were given an interesting topic to talk about during "free speech activity". We were asked to talk about our pet peeves or things that people do that annoy us. I wanted to go ahead and say mine first before anybody takes it and I have to come up with other pet peeves which is unique from the rest. However, I got to go third before the last person went up in front and most of the common pet peeves were already taken.<br /><br />Most of them had mentioned experiences when commuting or things that people do on the train or on a PUJ and what-not and some are pretty funny especially the things that our Trainer talked about.<br /><br />As it was my turn to talk about my pet peeve here is what I ended up saying:<br /><br />Hi everyone! I really wanted to go first because I didn't want to come up with uncommon pet peeves but unfortunately, most of things I have written down to say in front was already taken by most of you.<br /><br />A pet peeve is something that annoys you or something people do that is just annoying. As most of you already know, my parents left for the States when I was 14 and I was basically left to be on my own at that point. It was hard but I grew up pretty fast since I was forced to take care of myself and be responsible on my own when other kids my age had parents to protect them and tell them what was right and wrong. In my case, since it was different for me, I really liked to have my own space at times or times that I just want to be left alone. What really annoys me is when someone tried to invade that space or that "me" time that I often have so here are two things that annoys me and usually, it's my aunt who does this.<br /><br />It really annoys me when I'm in the bathroom doing my business and she knocks on my door and say, "Mai Mai, you know what happened to me earlier.." and just chats and chats and chats and I'm like, "Hello... I'm in the bathroom, can't you wait 'til I'm done answering the call of nature?" You know how it is with bathroom time, it's the time when high scores are made coz I just sit there and play with my ipad or check out facebook or read online news. Plus it feels awkward talking to someone outside while you're there actually doing your business. You get what I mean?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Another pet peeve of mine, is when at around 11PM, when I am already in bed just lying there meditating on how my day went, sorting out some of my thoughts and, again, my aunt, with no sense of personal space, just chats with me regarding all the things that happened to her and her colleagues, people I don't even know personally, like I'm her personal diary. I used to have my room to my own but since I left and moved to Luzon, she actually moved into my room and when I go visit there, she and I become roomies and she just uses that time of the night, my time to face my own thoughts, to just talk about her day.<br /><br />However, that's the thing with pet peeves, it annoys you but if it's someone you love who does it, you allow it and you suck it up. My aunt, at times, has no one else to talk to. She has taken cared of us since we were young and when my parents left, she was our mother and our father at the same time. She did not get married since we became her life. She gained a lot of weight since she really didn't have the time to take care of herself. I owe her my life as well, hence, if the only thing that I can do to make up for the things that she has done for me and my siblings and parents, is to just listen to her when she wants me to listen then I'd do it BECAUSE I love her. Last Saturday, she woke me up and even called me five times knowing I was still asleep and just talked about updates in the house. I'm sleepy but I still listen and acknowledged her by saying, "Ok ok" though I had both eyes closed.<br /><br />Just a few months ago, my aunt got diagnosed with Cancer, however, due to timely medical procedure, she is now cancer free but I remember the day when I found out about her condition, it was the same day I found out about the results of the bar, and I was even more devastated since I realized I couldn't imagine losing her at this time when I haven't proven anything to her yet or I can't imagine a satisfied life without her in it. She has been the foundation of our family as she really brought all of us together and even serves as the bridge between me and my siblings and our parents. So, since the time this event actually happened, I always had it in my mind, this fear that wakes me up at night hence, I vowed to take the fast lane and make sure that I accomplish something already the faster I get there the better as LIFE IS SHORT.<br /><br />My point really is, to all of you guys who mentioned pet peeves, I noticed that you mostly talked about strangers who do this but you never mentioned about relatives or loved ones doing this as subconsciously, I think you are the same as me and that you adjust when it is someone you love.<br /><br />So that's it. My pet peeves, and pet peevy aunt.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwhjsHPTnJ0/Ufabeo8BCCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9QZV3JQaOqg/s1600/396606_10150939189796728_253125085_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwhjsHPTnJ0/Ufabeo8BCCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9QZV3JQaOqg/s320/396606_10150939189796728_253125085_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My "Obasan" at approx same age as me now as I post this on the left..</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-2495608980807373362013-07-18T09:25:00.001+08:002013-07-18T09:25:47.139+08:00People who tell rumors when it's none of their business..<html><body>Photo courtesy of anon..<div style="clear: both;"></div><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YKZ21b08DKY/UedEF8uj7QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5kgm7T_NitA/res1374110673.050531.jpeg" align="left" style="margin-right:25px;"><div style="clear: both;"></div> <div style="clear: both;"></div></body></html>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-68589568109894445632013-07-17T04:21:00.002+08:002013-07-17T04:21:27.637+08:00stabbed and exposed..<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Thought to hopefully end my day: I don't know which is worst, to be stabbed in the back by a total stranger or finding out that a friend saw you about to get stabbed in the back and they stood idly by. Of course, a person of low intellect is someone you can't blame for their actions. It's like getting mad at a screw driver for "screwing" a bolt or a spoon for making you fat. They can't help it, th</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">ey are just tools driven by ignorance, corrupted by malice. Immature solution? throw them all in the trash can and forget them. They don't have the right to live your life. Mature solution? take it as a challenge, if you're innocent you face your prosecutors, even if a familiar face is among them. I wish it were that easy for many of us. I wish it were that easy for me.</span><br /><br />Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-20601790415042527312013-07-08T22:58:00.001+08:002013-07-08T22:58:28.950+08:00Ignorance is bliss..<html><body>There are things better left unspoken, better left undiscussed, better left forgotten.. For sometimes doing those things could cause wounds that should never have been there in the first place. The human mind naturally makes up excuses for one to feel better faced with adversity or what i like to coin as a comfort blanket. If it is a demotion in your job, you figured it was because they are cost cutting instead of admitting you had a poor performance for the past months. If it is a heartbreak, you imagined the worst about the other person, make them look even despicable in your eyes and less desireable, rather than admitting to yourself that the relationship was not meant to work and live with the fact that you had a fault in it as well... However, if you talked about it, if you broke it down to pieces or if you confront the truth behind things you might just not like what you see.. A friend of mine posted that the truth will not set you free and that it will not turn out for the better of anything. I think she has a point. I wish i didn't know what i know. I wished i would have stayed ignorant maybe i'll be happier. Next time, i should learn to leave things be. I forced it too much... I need to rest my brain.<div style="clear: both;"></div><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kXx6t4gp9oQ/UdrTkkwk5FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8A6NFAARK4A/res1373295335.617940.jpeg" align="left" style="margin-right:25px;"><div style="clear: both;"></div> <div style="clear: both;"></div></body></html>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-70219676693428059612013-07-07T23:12:00.001+08:002013-07-07T23:12:04.429+08:00Dreams that's where i have to go..<html><body>No matter what i say i'm not over you..<div style="clear: both;"></div><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bJjUd7VxsbE/UdmFQT2kEfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/P24S1CPqlBQ/res1364900398.750746.jpeg" align="left" style="margin-right:25px;"><div style="clear: both;"></div> <div style="clear: both;"></div></body></html>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-18479369387448239922013-04-13T08:34:00.002+08:002013-04-13T08:34:17.434+08:00the truth about men.. a repost<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">HEAR WHAT OPRAH WINFREY HAD TO</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">SAY ABOUT MEN :</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;" /><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. </span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making e</span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">xcuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.<br /><br />Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends". A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.<br /><br />Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. Avoid men who have a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently? Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.<br /><br />You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are. Even if he has has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.<br /><br />Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you. All men are NOT dogs.<br /><br />You should not be the one doing all the bending... Compromise is two way street. You need time to heal between relationships. There is nothing cute about baggage... Deal with your issues before pursuing a new<br />relationship. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you. A relationship consists of two WHOLE<br />individuals. Look for someone complimentary...<br />not supplementary.<br /><br />Dating is fun... Even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. Make him miss you sometimes... When a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him ~ he takes it for granted. Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others.<br /><br />Scared of being alone is what makes a lot of women stay in relationships that are abusive or hurtful: Dr. Phil says... You should know that: You're the best thing that could ever happen to anyone and if a man mistreats you, he'll miss out on a good thing. If he was attracted to you in the 1st place, just know that he's not the only one. They're all watching you, so you have a lot of choices. Make the right one. Ladies take care of your own hearts... ❤</span>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-63954410110343322152013-03-24T19:30:00.001+08:002013-03-24T19:30:19.663+08:00MY job..Someone asked me if my job was an OJT. I was like, "No, sometimes I wish I had an OJT. Then, I have an excuse to screw up coz your boss would be like, "It's ok, you're an OJT.. do better next time." or "Next time. do this (insert legal teaching here)" or "Don't worry, you still get a bonus." but Oh no.... if I screw up, my boss would be like "Graduate man unta ka og law!" or "Ayaw ko pangutan-a kay kung ingon ana ikaw dapat musweldo nako." or "Sunod.. Deduction naka"." Nope, this is definitely not an OJT.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-58574699287339413972013-03-14T21:49:00.001+08:002013-03-14T21:49:11.439+08:00Burning bridges..<html><body>Sometimes you just have to burn bridges not because you're still mad at them but for the reason you don't want to give them another opportunity to hurt you.<div style="clear: both;"></div></body></html>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-85538202242619967722013-03-14T15:12:00.000+08:002013-07-08T23:28:58.122+08:00Fairy Tales... they ruin our lives.<br />(WARNING: MAY RUIN CHILDHOOD)<br /><br />Many woman are crazy coz most of us were made to believe we should base our lives on fairy tales. Think about it for a second.. Cinderella was a social climber. Snow white slept with 7 men. Sleeping beauty is an easy girl (fell inlove with the first guy she kissed>>and she was asleep!) Little mermaid was a spoiled stalker who made a deal with the devil for her obsession over a guy who doesn't know she exists. Wendy ran away with a boy to play "house" at 12 yo! Goldilocks is a robber. Red Riding Hood was probably the original dumb blonde (How the heck do u confused a wolf with your grandmother??!!) and don't even get me started with the beastiality behind frog prince and beauty and the beast.<br /><br />Women should know, in real life, no guy will help you go get out of a tight spot. In fact, if a stranger comes up to you and kisses you, while you are asleep, it means he is a SEXUAL PREDATOR. A beautiful dress and an awesome pair of shoes will not just be given to you by a fairy godmother, you have to work hard to buy it. If you steal it, YOU GO TO JAIL.<br /><br />You don't JUST GET your happy ending by just sitting down and looking pretty. You get up, take control of your life and grab your happiness or you won't go anywhere. However, do you know why I don't really adhere to fairy tales? Coz I don't need a knight in shining armor. A sweet man in blue jeans will do just fine.<br /><br /><br /><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: black; font-size: small; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://marianjanealumbro.blogspot.com/2013/07/why-fairy-tale-princesses-are-not-good.html" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-decoration: none;">Why FAIRY TALE princesses are not good role models..</a></span></h3><div class="post-body entry-content" style="position: relative; width: 506px;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Red riding hood: encourages stupidity. Can't even recognize a wolf from her grandma? Dah..<br />Alice in wonderland: she was addicted to shrooms.. Tama kaayu nang makig talk og iring oi hehe<br />Beauty and the beast: encouraged going against her father's wishes.<br />Little mermaid: stalked a prince, made a deal with a sea witch to give herself up for a guy? Psycho much..<br />Cinderella: ambisyosa! Instead of wishing to be independent and rich, she wishes for a beautiful dress she can't afford and a hot ride, she can't maintain? Ngee..<br />Goldilocks: encourages robbery.<br />Jasmine: did u see what she was wearing? Di uroy ka panuhotun dai!<br />Princess and the pea: pinakaarteng tao much? Di makatug kung dili perfect na mattress?! Pasalamat ka naa ka katre katugan oi!<br />Wendy: heller.. Run away with a boy, who is obviously too high to grow up, at the age of 12-15??!!<br />Rapunzel: haba ng hair mo te.. Ikaw na ang conservative na nisugot sudlan og lake iya kwarto gidayeg lang kadjut iya hair..<br />Sleeping beauty: easy girl, married the first guy she kissed, and in her sleep pa ha!<br />Snow white: lived together with seven men..<br />Wa lang i think i posted something like this before hehe</span><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-34935470286014236512013-02-10T23:05:00.001+08:002013-02-10T23:05:48.445+08:00Confessions..<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 13.600000381469727px;">admit it, at one point or another, you weren't this bitter and angry. At one point, someone could have said to you, "you're the one". Being in a relationship was actually something exciting for you and it made you happy to be committed but you got hurt then you learned that loving someone is not all it's cut out to be. Now, you just cringe with the idea of saying "I do", dating is treated as a game, and breaking someone else's heart is not a crime and Valentine's day is independence day. Yes, once upon a time, you believed in love, but someone ruined it for the rest of them. admit it..</span>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-48346002086661989882013-02-03T23:44:00.000+08:002013-02-04T23:15:55.537+08:00Warm Bodies (2013) Movie-Should Ray William Johnson get credit?So I just watched WARM BODIES. The story is great, it made me really giggle and I think the story-line was just awesome. (Though my friend said it was torrent-worthy haha) Anyway, Hollywood is successful in making just about anything that's scary into hot. From vampires, werewolves, elves, etc. and now ZOMBIES.. As the movie finished, I realized the story line was a little bit familiar and a little bit too nostalgic. So I checked again and I think I'm right.. The story of the movie actually has some similarities with Your Favorite Martian's music video story of "Zombie Love Song". The creative mind behind Your Favorite Martian, a fictional cartoon band, is none other than, Ray William Johnson, internet superstar.<br /><br />Zombie Love Song was uploaded and released on, Feb 9, 2011 and you can watch the video <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCVMuevcCvY">here</a>.<br /><br />Here are some things that I found just too similar between the two.<br /><br />The Zombie in Warm Bodies was named R= Ray William Johnson<br />Blue pants, Red Shirt, White t-shirt inderneath=Same as the lead singer/character of YFM (in the book, R wears Black slacks, grey shirt, red tie)<br />And the<a href="http://www.joblo.com/images_arrownews/warm-bodies_poster-240.jpg"> poster </a>of WARM BODIES is similar to the scene in the music video where the lead singer, as a zombie, gives flowers to the girl<br />Then that scene with the "hooded zombie" walking to the girl's house.(both have that scene)<br />The humor in the movie is similar to RWJ as well. (I think.. with the first person narration and the sarcasm..I just think so)<br />R loved music in vinyl=it is the same as the type the DJ in YFM uses<br /><br />If you watch the movie and then watch the music video, the similarities cannot go unnoticed. I may even have missed some here.<br /><br />Of course, the major difference is that the zombie became human again in the movie but in YFM's music video, the girl turned into a Zombie to be with the one she loves. I think that may have been the original plan if only Twilight didn't already get that kind of ending (girl becomes vampire).. hahaha<br /><br />Anyway, I think there are just too many coincidences as to similarities of YFM's song and the movie, WARM BODIES.<br /><br />I don't know.... I think RWJ should be given credit or something. I'm sure some of RWJ's fans figured that out as well.<br /><br />The movie still really was entertaining for me but I think someone has to explain something to RWJ.<br /><br />Those are just my thoughts. You judge for your own..<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rkO-103k_A/UQ6GmF94z2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/q53Fp6PeM1w/s1600/Warm_Bodies_640x360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rkO-103k_A/UQ6GmF94z2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/q53Fp6PeM1w/s320/Warm_Bodies_640x360.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiW40CfrpOg/UQ6GfaLp6GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gobpn-1jGO4/s1600/3eb13911b0c19260afd0a029748f2f7fbe6c08a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiW40CfrpOg/UQ6GfaLp6GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gobpn-1jGO4/s1600/3eb13911b0c19260afd0a029748f2f7fbe6c08a7.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />UPDATE: So I made a little investigation. The book which the movie was based from was published more or less the same year as YFM.. so who's the original concept creator?Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-64563558253463768572012-12-02T22:59:00.002+08:002012-12-02T23:01:54.587+08:00my SINGLE status...someone asked me what my type of guy was.. it got me thinking that before, I would say, "I want someone adventurous, someone spontaneous, a lover of NOW, an artist, someone who was carefree and someone whom I can just cry and laugh with. A boy to be with everyday.". As time went by, I think my type of guy has changed, "I want a MAN not a boy." A boy plays with toys and breaks things...A man knows how to love and how to keep that love. Not cower then blames the girl like a boy would. So yes, I'm single, I'm dating and I have a career. I'm strong, independent and I'm happy. I know what I want and I know how to get it. If you want to change my status, then be MAN enough for me. :D oh.. and you have to talk to my boss too. :PJane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-59732174844849114402012-11-12T14:08:00.002+08:002012-11-12T14:08:29.360+08:00My take on Alice in Wonderland<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.999998092651367px;">Alice in the wonderland is a satire of what happens after a break up. You fall into a deep sleep, searching for sex becomes a game(white rabbit), you become a little bit crazy (mad hatter), your thoughts seem to talk to you all the time (blue caterpillar), your self-confidence shrinks as you drink, you feel better with cake, and love seems to want to cut off your head(queen of hearts).</span>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-12525627515311068292012-10-26T00:06:00.001+08:002012-10-26T00:06:30.051+08:00Strength as inspired by bad ass badongThis point in time i can honestly say i am humbled. I used to think i was strong thay nothing can surprise me and that aside from when my beloved nephew became an angel, i would never feel that devastated again but i was wrong. Take away a warrior from their comfort zone and give them a battlefield they are not used to fighting in and they will crumble. I started this year with such fear of my future and i was scared of failing myself but because i had my family and friends to support me and love me as myself no matter what happens made me want to make them proud of me. Most of all, it's true that you only have God to draw strength from at times you are truly alone. As i was packing my stuffs to be shipped back to cebu for when i come home, i just knew it, i'm no longer afraid. Whatever the outcome is, i control my future and i know i wanna be happy so that's where i want to go. I will fulfill my dreams and be happy. Starting from moving out, getting a job, saving money and enjoy life and look forward to the future. <br /><br />I will junk all the drama in my life only happiness and optimism.<br /><br />I will no longer talk or think of people who are causing me negativity.<br /><br />I'll love more and care for my family and friends more.<br /><br />I will not date someone unless i know he is the one.<br /><br />And no more casual flings.<br /><br />I will be a better person than who i am now.<br /><br />Eat right, sleep right, travel more, read more and do all the others things i didn't get to do when i was in a couple and at the same time in law school. I want adventure and i want to fall inlove.<br /><br />Love. The next time it comes biting me in the ass, i won't take any chances. <br /><br />I thank my partner, bhadz. I wish that he finds his happiness, i wish more it is me. However, if it isn't me i'm going to be happy for him and i hope by that time i would have found mr right as well if not i won't give up.<br /><br />To my former paramoure.. I'm happy he's happy. I cried for the last time when i thought of him. Sadly, it just wasn't meant to be. I wished and wished that it had worked out but that's life right? I wouldn't have met bhadz and had this desire to better myself if i had stayed in my comfort zone. If he didn't break my heart i wouldn't have to become stronger and learn to love myself more. Everything happens for a reason. <br /><br />Bhadz asked me to assure him i will forget my past love but i can not promise. Call me a hopeless romantic but i really did love them. I loved the two men of my life this past 5 years. For a time, they were everything to me but my mom was right that because of this give all attitude that i have, i am setting myself up to get hurt. Yes, i got hurt but i learned so many things as well and it got me wiser.<br /><br />Panakip butas? No, bhadz wasn't one. When i met him, i didn't plan to fall in love with him and have a relationship but it ended up that God has a way of messing with my plans because he kew there was something better. It might be a relationship with an expiry date and possibly earlier i may have made an implied date as to when this will terminate but i guess i'm doing this for a good reason. To continue to keep him in my life as a friend. Bhadz is a good person, i hope he can see that because i owe him for seeing the best in me at my worst and most vulnerable. <br /><br />Beb, thank you.. I love you.:)Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-67843403441068437442012-10-07T22:56:00.001+08:002012-10-07T23:00:12.237+08:00To haters!People say to me, "grabe you're strong". Yes, i'm strong like everyone else but i get hurt like everyone else as well. I do know when a person approaches me as a friend and then whispers when i'm out of ear shot. I do know about how some judge me because of this and that and some stories are just exaggerated and funny and yes, i have long since accepted that i am not going to win ms congeniality anytime soon so i resort to ignore this as a normal everyday thing. I am not popular but i am also not infamous for hurting people and stabbing them in the back. Sayang to these people whom i have considered as colleagues for a long time but they look at me with such disdain because i fail to PLEASE whatever standard they set up for anyone their highnessess want to oblige their friendship with. We could have been friends all this time. If we can't be friends, let's not be enemies. Ignoring me when i'm directly talking to you or acting like i'm not in the room is just plain gay and immature when i don't even know what i did wrong to this person. It's too late to build bridges now though. All i wish is for them to leave me alone at this moment and ignore me like i'm ignoring them. As much as it is amusing to watch them waste their time talking and analyzing me, remember that we're all supposed to be highly-educated people so stop acting like mga chismosas and chismosos na tambay sa kanto coz u sound just like that to the people who are reporting your hurtful words to me. Funny, you say you don't like me because i'm not at your level but i'd rather stay where i am than go down to yours!;) tsup from jane garci!Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-13950638012813383082012-10-07T22:20:00.001+08:002012-10-07T22:20:38.929+08:00Day 1-Bar Exams reflectionThings that i have learned so far. If you feel like you are on the verge of breaking down because you feel like you have lost everything you shouldn't, cry a river, build a bridge and move on. Because that's what people do, they move on. Never give up on life, your dreams, sanity, hope, love and most of all never give up on God. Do what you need to do to let it out but don't forget to let it go until you eventually wake up and realize you're finally okay. If it still feels wrong, you haven't let it go. Give it time. Don't mind the judgmental people that surround you and tell you what you should or shouldn't do to make yourseld feel better jus because your methods are below their standards. Who are they for their standards to matter at all? They might know the story but they don't know what you've been through and what you had to do to heal the wounds some people, event and trauma left you. What's important is you love yourself enough to allow yourself be imperfect then mold yourself into a better person. Remember, you are a dream yesterday and a reality today.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-30476538256442684662012-09-09T04:57:00.001+08:002012-09-09T04:57:01.020+08:00Missing colors..When we were young, we were taught to think that life is black and white. Yes or no. In or out. Love or hate. No in between. But as we grow older, we realize that there are many shades of blue, many types of red, many yellows, greens ad infinitum. We thought that if two people love eachother, they are honest and true. And that, that is the only way to love. But no, it's not like that. Sometimes, you have to keep some things to yourself, some things you shouldn't tell your partner. Imagine if there were no surprises, no more white lies, no more buttering things up. Imagine if the day never ends where you either sleep happy or wake long enough to ruin the other's day. Well that's reality.<br /><br />Right now, i'm experiencing a severe case of black and white. Too much honesty and good faith that i don't think it's healthy. No sensorship, no pride, no lies and no holding back. A relationship sped up to it's full ripeness.<br /><br />I think that the honeymoon stage is very essential. You take away the honeymoon, you take away the emotional investment and take away the opportunity to get to know the person better. Likes, dislikes, love and hate. You also take away the anchor of someone to stay. Suppose you take away such colors of love and speed it up right away to pure honesty and jist no holding back your thoughts and ypu get conflict. You get shocked at the other's reaction to the situation and wouldn't know how to approach.<br /><br />I miss my colors. If it means i can take back a lot of things and just start over i'll do it. Maybe then, i'll have my rainbow by now.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-18189192076224644072012-08-29T18:27:00.002+08:002012-08-29T18:27:46.381+08:00Don't shout when you're angry...<span aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; outline: none; width: auto;" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"></span></span><br /><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_503dee0dafac29522911108" style="display: inline;">"Why We Shout In Anger"<br /><br />A Hindu saint who was visiting river Ganges to take bath found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples smiled'n asked.<br /><br />'Why do people shout in anger shout at each other?'<br /><div class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />Disciples thought for a while, one of them said,'Because we lose our calm, we shout.'<br /><br />'But, why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can as well tell him what you have to say in a soft manner.'asked the saint<br /><br />Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples.<br />Finally the saint explained, .<br /><br />'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.<br /><br />What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either nonexistent or very small...'<br /><br />The saint continued,'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper'n they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other'n that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'<br /><br />He looked at his disciples and said.<br /><br />'So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant, Do not say words that distance each other more, Or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.'</div></div><div class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="fcg" style="color: grey;"> </span></div>Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-30652346672752034902012-08-29T05:20:00.001+08:002012-08-29T05:20:28.802+08:00CrossroadsI woke up with a horrible sensation. A bad dream perhaps, a nightmare that summarizes all my fears and insecurities. I don't know where i'm heading. I'm too damaged to function properly. I am because i let it. I realized i have become too dependent on my temporary relief. Lust disguised as love. Easily shattered. He has his own life. We can't continue on this fantasy as it is clear as daylight that i want something more than he can offer. Maybe he gave it already and i am just fooling myself. Maybe this is what it plainly is, an affair. I'm too confused because i am still hurt with my reality, if given this is fantasy, that i am still broken with my last relationship. I can't trust him as much as i can't trust myself not to fall and not to wish.<br /><br />What have i done? <br /><br />In my attempt to not be alone, i've never been so lonely. I came here, far from home, hoping to have some clarity and focus but i'm too distracted. Everything is just falling apart with a foundation built to be with someone who didn't want a part of it. A part of the mess.<br /><br />I am glad he is happy yet i am selfish that i want his happiness with me. I wish someday to heal and be happy alone and not depend on others. However, time is running out. I don't want to be alone.<br /><br />Where do i go from here? Take the short path and stay on the same course or take the long road to happiness where i find myself and take time for myself? God, please, show me the way.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-74607214239032732152012-08-16T12:26:00.001+08:002012-08-16T12:26:15.706+08:00Freedom..It's sad how someone will mask their guilt for a failed relationship by removing all traces of it from their lives as if it never happened, as if it never were. Also, By passing the blame to the other party and ignoring the past, it's easier to move on first before the other party has a chance to even say goodbye nor even settle lose ends. Frustrating how strangers become good friends-turned-lovers now become strangers once again. Such is not the cycle of life. Why does such a thing happen then? Because there were things left unsaid, undone and never should have been done in the first place. Regret is d worst form of feeling. I think i've punished myself enough for crimes i didn't commit. It's time to let time heal the wounds and in the process, the memories too shall fade. As more important things in my life should be prioritized, i'm freeing myself from oppressive thoughts. I deserve to be happy as well.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695449472320417754.post-51959317465290370172012-08-15T19:10:00.001+08:002012-08-15T19:10:25.277+08:00Letting memories fade...Removing all trace of us like we never were?I guess i just have no choice but to let time heal d wounds then u too in my memores will fade.Jane Garcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05267522202451571450noreply@blogger.com0