tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88766929854112632252023-06-20T21:58:43.255-07:00Confessions of a Screwed up Adult Mind.... a venue where i can visually look at my thoughts, to revisit what has been, live within the time presented, and face the what it is to be.... we all face our demons, we all have our angels... i just want to be visible in this invisible world i live in..I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-56521510104588296122016-08-07T15:07:00.001-07:002016-08-07T15:07:24.645-07:00Broken pieces of my Soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
How did I let this happen to myself again? Getting my emotions involved with the wrong person.<br />
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I was so contented with my loneliness and not longed for someone to be with me. I was alone, lonely but contented.<br />
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Then he came along, made me feel important and made me realize how important it is to have someone beside you, someone who cares for you and someone who makes you feel valued.<br />
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All of sudden situation changed and everything fell apart. He does not want me, he likes someone else. I have set the rules of the game of not having any expectations. Then I lost when I started to expect more, to want more of him. I lost the game of love.<br />
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So here I am picking up the broken pieces of my soul. Hurt. Untrusting. Doubtful. Issues that I have experienced and resolved yet experienced again and again and again.<br />
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Different relationships that always ended in failure and misery. Each failed relationship I loose a bit of my soul. <br />
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Will I ever find true love? One that I will last for until my last dying breath.<br />
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I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-34790201766497305212016-08-01T02:41:00.001-07:002016-08-07T14:38:12.917-07:00My Third Home - New Country, Is It?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
New country. New environment. New people to live with and share your life.<br />
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Was it worth it? Leaving my comfort zone to an unknown territory. I have always been adventurous and I always thought of myself as an explorer. I like being in new places, learning culture, meeting new people and finding out what makes them tick, getting to know their motivation.<br />
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How long ago when I first left my country? 5 and half years ago. And now a year in the second country. <br />
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My life is like a roller coaster of experiences, so much ups and downs. Sometimes I want to be high and forget about the world, to be numb so I would not have to care. <br />
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I am in a new country but I keep committing the same mistakes in relationships. Why can't I get it right? What is wrong with me? Why can't I be normal like the rest of the world?<br />
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So hard being bipolar and people cannot understand why you react in a certain way. <br />
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I do care what people say about me even I keep telling others that I don't care. What others think of me, affects me. It eats up my soul to the point that I get suffocated in my own thoughts and paranoia.<br />
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I cannot help feeling sorry about myself. Wish it was easy like counting 1 - 5 with your eyes closed and when you open them things will get better. The world will be happy, I will be happy.<br />
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I know I can survive this country, I can surpass the challenges, the negative experiences. But until when will I be patient with myself? <br />
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I really don't know. Just need to live one day at time until I get better.<br />
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I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-49085159813617458102015-04-24T23:38:00.002-07:002015-04-24T23:43:03.115-07:00Surviving <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Again, I am confused of what I want to do with my life. Or maybe I really know what I want to do with my life but I just don't have the courage to do it. What I want I really want to do with my life will not make me financially stable and I am more frightened not have instability in my life than doing the one thing I am passionate about. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I wish I can win 1,000,000.00 then work on a job that I really care about and become a philantropist. New age thinking says if you think and focus on it, you can attract the universe and it can happen. So why not try it and see what happens. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Sometimes, I want to do something stupid with my life. Go to another new country that I have not been to and find work there. I have lived in my secondary home for 5 years now and I just feel it its time to move on to the next journey. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I want to explore, study again and share all my experiences when I go back home to my origin country. But I hope I can live long enough to do that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I feel like I have wasted 20 years of my life trying to find financial security and getting stuck with a job that I really don't enjoy. I hope I can find people who have similar views like me and was able to move beyond their fears. </span></div>
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I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-49765799643152439682014-12-10T02:43:00.004-08:002014-12-15T12:01:43.000-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I want to find a job but there is not even one phone call from the prospective employers I have submitted my resumes to. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I am starting to doubt my abilities. I am starting to panic. Maybe because I have placed too much confidence in myself that I will find a job and those buried insecurities in my psyche is slowly creeping out. My fear of I don't know what is holding me back. Is it my EGO, getting fired seemed to have taken a toll on me. I was not prepared. But hey who gets prepared when they get fired. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">What the hell am I going to do with my life now? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I know other people may be in a much darker place compared to my life. But this is what I am feeling now. I feel that this is a situation I don't know how to handle at the moment. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I wish I can just easily understand and fix whatever it is that I am feeling but I don't know how.... </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I don't know what do and I cannot seem to get myself to move forward. What am I going to do now?</span></span><br />
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I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-56308722962393653222014-12-07T03:49:00.002-08:002014-12-15T12:00:21.146-08:00Taken Away <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">When I was told I was being let go, I was not sure what to feel at that time. I did not want to cry but I needed to burst into tears. It was too painful. Maybe because I had given my time and energy to my work at the point that I can no longer handle it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I was so exhausted and did not take good care of myself. Hoping that people at work will understand. But I was wrong, when you are no longer capable of doing the things you were previously good at, you will need to be let go. That is business and my boss is a businessman. I cannot blame him for the decision, it was all me. I just hoped that he had talked to me, sat down with me and discussed what was happening with me. He was my immediate superior and running a team for the first time was not easy. Half of the time I did not know what I was doing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I trusted colleagues and may be it was wrong move. I was the team leader, I should have known what to do, I should not have shown weakness. But I don't know what I was doing. I had no one to guide me or direct me. I was learning at my own pace. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I wanted to have someone who can guide me, I thought my boss was the one. I was wrong. I accepted the position and I learned a lot from it. But I still needed someone who will be able to direct me, to meet with me once in a while, inform me what was I doing wrong but I guess my boss just wanted someone to be there and know what they are doing. He doesn't need a staff who he still need to coach and supervise. He need someone who can run at their own pace. Oh well, I guess it was not me then. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I was told I was being replaced because they wanted to have a team leader to be physically present at the office. I thought oh well, they may have someone who has more experience and may be the one who can really lead the team. Then I found out that they hired a previous colleague who has less experience in the industry and leading a team. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I was devastated. I began second-guessing my abilities. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">It was the same time, I joined a group trying to learn new skills about arts. I thought, maybe I will be good at this, maybe this is where I can thrive. I had always been artistic, and creative, so I thought maybe this is something that I can be great at. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Then came the commencement exercises and I did not get any award, most of the people in the class got some awards but I had nothing. I did not expect to be at the top honor rolls but I was hoping that I would be able to get a certificate at least for effort. I mean, it was my first time to do it and the project I submitted seems decent and I have poured out my time and energy into it. Then again, no praises. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I am starting to feel sorry for myself. I feel I have no direction. I wanted to pursue that career in arts but now I question myself if I can even be really good at it. I feel so confused. I have no job, my finances is starting to deplete and I don't even excel in one thing I am passionate about. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I don't know what to do now. I always tell myself that I won't be swayed by other people's opinions. I had a good job with a very good title. Then it was gone. One thing I was passionate about, does not seem to like me at all. Maybe I am a loser, that is how society thinks about jobless, worthless and untalented people. L.O.S.E.R..... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Aside from all these situation, my health seems to fail as well. The single ovary I have is sick and seemingly, it's preventing me from having a child. I can't even produce offsprings. Life totally sucks now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I know I have more blessings than my setbacks. I have a supportive partner, my parents health are well. I am still breathing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">But I cannot shake off the insecurities, the self doubts. I just feel like I am in a dark place at the moment. I just want to cry but I can't even seem to pour my heart out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I don't know what to do. I don't know where to start... to start motivating myself. I have no focus and I am unsure how to do it at this time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I hope I can see the light at the edge of this long dark tunnel. I pray I can find comfort in the most unexpected situations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I just want to get myself on track and hope I can do that soon. </span><br />
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I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-9645114725769730552012-02-04T12:36:00.000-08:002012-02-04T12:36:09.545-08:00Confused<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Just when I am ready to let go and surrendered my feelings for him to God Almighty, there he was making his entrance again into my heart. Making me confused.<br />
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I have decided to get married this year to my present partner. In my mind, I have made the decision to commit and bind myself to the person I am with now. But my heart tells me otherwise, it is deceived by his presence.<br />
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Am I being tested? Why should there still be tests? I cannot understand my emotions at this time, it's creating havoc in my psyche. I don't know what to think or feel. I just feel paralyzed by this feeling.<br />
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I am again confused.<br />
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SAM </div>I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-71161842957593117602012-01-29T12:46:00.000-08:002012-02-04T12:30:42.049-08:00Hearing Your Voice Again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It was a perfect afternoon.<br />
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My restless mind had been in slumber only to be awaken by a phone call. My heart palpitated when I saw the name of the person calling on the screen of my phone. I answered with a curious hello and there he was answering back.<br />
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His deep sweet voice lingered through my ears as his voice waltz it's way into my psyche, registering his name in my brain cells. It was him, he called me.<br />
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It has been a while. I missed his voice, his face, him. I missed him. No matter how I try to deny my feelings, and hide my emotions, it still shows. He brings a smile to my face everytime I hear his voice. I was glad he called, hmm, I was ecstatic. It was heaven hearing his voice.<br />
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But I know it was just a short while, he just needed to be reassured that I am still here in case he needed me. I maybe wallowing in self-pity thinking that he is just using me or he is just making his presence known because he needs something from me.<br />
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I hope I am wrong but I'd rather think it that way than think that there is more into this relationship than what we have now. He is with someone and I am with someone as well. I don't want to get confused and yet I have this strong desire to be with him.<br />
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I don't know. So I guess I better think that it was just one of those calls that meant nothing. I am nothing to him, my presence doesn't give meaning to his life. It is better to think of it that way, than having a hopeful feeling that there is more into our relationship, that we can be more than friends.<br />
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I'd rather extinguish that hope now before it gets deeper. I must kill that feeling before it's too late.<br />
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SAM </div>I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-16477365378897116462012-01-18T19:54:00.000-08:002014-12-07T03:51:24.777-08:00One Night Changed It All<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">I know you will just use me for that one night but it was the moment I have long been waiting for, the moment to be with you, to feel your arms wrapped around my body, to feel your soft lips touching mine. My rational mind knows what is right and that moment was not the time, though my emotional mind kept insisting it was perfect, the moment being with you was perfect. And I let my rational mind win, because it was the right thing to do. I have let my heart wallow in despair and regret for letting that moment pass.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">I have hated myself since it happened. I always ask myself if I did made the right choice. Was I right in saying NO? You have given me the possibility of being with you and you took it away so quickly. Everything changed, you have changed and I have changed eversince. Months passed and my confusion and pain has grown deeper. My rational mind has chosen yet my feelings evade me, it still longs for you. </span></span></div>
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I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-89632321257219126242011-10-02T14:08:00.000-07:002014-12-07T03:51:51.961-08:00Getting Her Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">I wonder where myself had gone to after that night. I was not myself anymore. Hoping for fulfillment on a hopeless scenario. I was like a strayed kitten, lost in a jungle of tigers and lions. I made a fool of myself, wasted my energy and tears to a person who is so unworthy. I thought I needed him to make things right, to help me find my direction. I let myself be drowned by my desire for him that I lost all sense of reality. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I want her back, I want my old self back. I can’t seem to find her for so many months now. I am in limbo, I feel so lost. Drowning myself in despair and confusion. Am I nut case?, I ask myself many, many times. Everything seems unclear lately, no direction, no purpose. Everything is nothing... Where has she gone? I have to find her, I have to find myself before it’s too late... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I faced myself at the mirror crying and pouring my heart out until I heard someone shouting at me from a distance. Her voice, that familiar voice, it is her. She is screaming at me to stop being weak, to stop my nonsense pursuit of a hopeless dream. Her voice becoming stronger and louder, giving me the reasons to see things clearly, to accept my stupid decisions and stop me from wasting my energy and focus on an unworthy thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Enough of the tears she said. Enough of this nonsense and get back on your track. Focus on the things that are worth your time. She made it clear that my time is golden to be wasted on an unworthy pursuit. I should get back on my right path... </span><br />
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I am Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310544117220196027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876692985411263225.post-57184605925078799352011-09-24T15:30:00.000-07:002011-09-24T15:30:23.061-07:00Question of Sanity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">What keeps me sane?<br />
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Creative outputs, a puzzle that I can figure out, staring at nothing, being challenged by work, being aggressive, being passive, or probably both...<br />
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I am always told, I complicate things when things should be as simple as counting 1, 2, 3. Believe me, I always wish that I could see things as simple as it should be seen. But my mind works differently, it digests everything that it encounters. It's like a machine that keeps on thinking, one answered question then another question will pop, another idea to explore. <br />
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So again, the question of what keeps me sane?<br />
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Nothing i guess! Because my mentally incapacitated mind, tends to revolve on the idea that it's insanity is all but normal. So an insane mind that thinks it's sane, do not need things to make it sane. Does that even sound logically possible??<br />
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Well, probably why this blog has a title "Screwed up Adult Mind" coz whatever will be written in this blog, may or may not be logical anyway....<br />
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SAM<br />
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