Thursday, January 31, 2013

I'm Lost, I Need Change

**A poem by Maria Thalmann extracted from www.poemhunter.com
It's something I read at random that accidentally hit me hard. So I decided to share the words that expressed the thoughts I failed to speak..

I'm lost in a darkness as dark as the night
but lighter then the stars above 
I'm lost in a memory that once were
but now is gone far away
I'm lost in the sadness after the dark
but live my life with laughter
I'm lost in this world, so beautiful it is
but it takes my life from me
I'm lost in myself and so confused
that my heart is broken in two
It's dark, it's light
it's noon, it's night
everything is changing but me
I'm lost in a life so still and slow
that my heart stops beating soon
I'm lost in a town where my heart isn't placed
and without my heart I can't live
I need my life back, 
I need to change, 
I need to get out of here
I'm lost in this place where i don't belong
And if I stay my breathing will stop
Therefore I go 
out into the world
to a place greater then here
There I am lost in a big new world
But my heart will be with me again
....

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Stress can literally break your heart!!


People in many legends and fictional tales die after suffering a devastating loss. But even in reality people die from a broken heart!

‘Heartbreak’ usually doesn’t mean a physical defect in the heart. But there is a condition known as ‘Broken Heart Syndrome’ or Takotsubo cardiomyopathy, where a traumatizing event results in the brain to distribute chemicals that weaken heart tissue. As a result, the bottom of the heart starts bulging out into the shape of a pot.  A broken heart hurts in the same way as pangs of intense physical pain. A sudden emotional stress because of the death of a loved one or a traumatic breakup can accentuate the condition.

But it is substantially different from a heart-attack. People suffering from Broken Heart Syndrome usually recover within two weeks, which is a lot faster compared to people suffering from heart attacks.

Article from: didyouknowarchive.com

Friday, January 18, 2013

Started another one..

Unable to really say anything personal in this blog so I started another one. Being stuck with my 2013 plans dwindling and inspired by watching a ton of TV shows that had the main character able to effectively explain themselves without hiding behind poems, short stories and random soliloquy as I have, I poured my thoughts out.

I've been writing in a journal but the space just isn't enough and its making me even more confused, about a lot of things. So in an effort to sort things out, I typed my way out of my frustration. I feel a little better but there are so many things running through my head that the words are just spilling out of control.

Now the only reason I'm noting it here is because I've deleted so many personal blogs that all ended up in the trash bin of cyberspace and I need a motivation, a reminder if you will.. That it helps to put thoughts into words. It helps in putting things into perspective as uttered words make it real and that acceptance is just a distant weary road ahead. Maybe, just maybe.. Clearing my head this way would help with finding the way out of this rut I'm in..

This Love Will Be Your Downfall


I started listening to Ellie Goulding again.. This hits where it hurts.

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Who are we to be emotional?
Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?
Oh, who are we to turn each other's heads?
Who are we to find ourselves in other people's beds?

Oh, I don't like the way I never listen to myself
I feel like I'm on fire, I'm too shy to cry for help
Oh, I don't think you know me much at all

This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall
This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall

I'm feeling down about this love

Who are you to make me feel so good?
Who are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood?
Oh, who am I to say I'm always yours?
Who am I to choose the boy that everyone adores?
Oh, I don't see a reason why we can't just be apart
We're falling on each other like we're always in the dark
Oh, I don't think you know me much at all, at all

This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall
This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall
This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall
(At all)

This love is not what you want
This heart will never be yours
This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall
This love is be and end all
This love will be your downfall

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Now What??

Have you ever woken up and thought "How the hell did my life come to this??". I have. Almost everyday. I don't know how I got to where I am. Living a life that doesn't feel like mine. I don't have a place to call home and everybody in my life seems to be occupied with much more important things and shouldn't be bothered. I feel unbelievably dispensable. It's stupid, I know, but it is what it is and I feel how I feel. Now what?? What the hell am I going to do with my life?? It's another stupid crossroad. I have no idea what to do. I don't even know where to start. I've been screaming for help but there is no one there to listen. I don't know how I got into this rut and frankly, I don't have the slightest idea how to get the hell out of it.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Crossroads



I was told to find a job I love, that way, I'll never work a single day of my life. It's a pretty popular expressions and I know people who swear by it. Well, I've been working since I was eighteen and I still haven't found one. I graduated with a degree in Journalism way back May of 2008. It's been four years and I have nothing much to show for it. I feel like my life has been in limbo for the past couple of years. I'm stuck. I've been jumping from one call-center to another trying to find a job that would stick; something to do that I would find fulfilling. Going to work, answering calls, and dealing with the same thing over and over is making me feel robotic. Boring and dull doesn’t even come close to describing what I think about the work I do. Being screamed at over the phone day in and day out by irate customers is not something I thought I’d be able to bare for over five years. How I managed to last that long is pitiable, but there is a very simple explanation that I have to admit to myself too; I’ve been procrastinating. I’ve been holding up on finding a profession that would really make me happy because I’m afraid I’m not good enough to make it. I have a clear passion and its writing. There's just something about putting thoughts into words and pressing pen to paper that makes me feel alive, it makes me feel like my free-spirited self again. So I write; mostly creative and literary pieces that I often keep to myself. I also keep an updated journal and I blog every time the mood hits me, but to be honest, it's not enough. I'm sick of being stuck in a job I hate and what I often refer to as a pathetic excuse to get compensation.

Now I've done a lot of things to break the ice, and I find that I'm happiest away from work and the usual stuff I'm required to deal with. I obviously love to travel, I've gone to most tourist spots in the Philippines and then some, where better to start than home right? I've also been to other countries, Singapore and Malaysia, and it was great. I'm fascinated by meeting different people and seeing things through someone else's perspective. I'm awed by going to new places and knowing the history behind monuments, food, traditions and all things in between. I crave for new experiences, doing things I've never done before, encountering people and cuisines I wouldn't normally come across with. So I travel every chance I get. One of my favorite things to do when I'm away is actually write. I always want to remember the feeling and the effect the place had on me so I put my thoughts down whenever I can. I often sit on the beach late at night when there's barely anybody around, stare at the vast ocean and write. It may not always be the beach; it may be at the bar in a hotel, from the balcony of my room on the side of the mountain, in the plane, or anywhere for that matter, I like to find time to myself, be alone and write.

I firmly believe that to write is to live forever. Having your thoughts live on through your writing is priceless. I'm turning 25 this year which means I'm technically over a quarter of my existence. Sadly, I'm not completely happy with what I've already accomplished and where I am with my life. This is not what I pictured my life would be when I get to this age. I wanted to do something more meaningful with my life and I'm stuck in the corporate world I feared of in the first place. I've been contemplating about things more and more recently. I want to break from my ordinary routine, I want to get away from the work that I've come to despise, but the problem lies with figuring out how and where to start. There's the fear of having to start over and of course failure is terrifying, but I've been too much if a coward in the past to pursue the job I really like and I need to take the first step to get over that. It seems really silly and possibly even stupid but I'm lost. I need directions.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Writer's Block



Writer's block is a big problem if your job is to write. To sit in the bed and agonized on how to start and what to write is enough to drive someone a little crazy. People keep saying I should take my time and that inspiration to write will come eventually but they neglect the Journalism motto; "Beat the deadline or you're dead!!

So here's to pushing an effort, trying to pop my brains out looking for something interesting to say. Unfortunately, apart from a rant that I can't seem to find anything to write, my mind is cluttered with useless ideas I can't pull to a single coherent thought.

I have two more assignments I need to accomplish and I find that it's either I'm not in the right mood to write or I've got too much worrying about other things to get my mind focused enough to stick to a proper notion; or maybe its both. It sounds pathetic trying to find an explaination but at least its something, no matter how random it is.