<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27356760</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:36:55.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>island girl in limbo land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandchickie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27356760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandchickie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>islandchickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05476072459487066465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27356760.post-114654080964156539</id><published>2006-05-02T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:33:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>previous posts from another site</title><content type='html'>May 01&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH………………………SCREAM WITH ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! If it were not for blogging, I could have probably died of an aneurysm from the pressure of having to hold out some thoughts that I can not just voice out…I’m a firm believer of proper timing so as much as possible I try to hold things to myself no matter how pissed I am over any issue! (but I’m no angel and I’m sorry for the times that anger gets the better of me).&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the blogging world I have an outlet for my suppressed thoughts and feelings and somehow it gets the negative vibes off me!&lt;br /&gt;Am I really in need of so much attention, do I lack enough understanding and patience, am I taking away people’s private time? Shucks! I think I haven’t written any really happy entries at all yet!&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much going on my mind right now that I don’t even know where to begin…I’ve been a recipient of stressed out moments lately and I think it is part of the reason why my hair is starting to thin out and fall off!&lt;br /&gt;Having a relationship is hard enough…but maintaining a good one takes an ENORMOUS effort! I’m trying to be this patient cause I know he has been very, very patient with me and my mood swings when I’m studying for my tests…(or so I think? He may have his protest if he ever gets to read my blog…good thing he has not developed any interest in it yet. So my entries are still uncensored…h m m m….come to think of it why would I even allow anyone to censor my honest thoughts and opinions…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaints…. Complaints…what the _ _ _ _!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my blog anyway, and I don’t have to impress anybody! This is the only time I get to be the lead in the story and say my piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SITUATION BEHIND THE ARGUMENT:&lt;br /&gt;ARGUMENT #1&lt;br /&gt;-since I’m not allowed to go out with him for out of towners, I’m expected to stay jolly while he’s having the time of his life without me&lt;br /&gt;-I have been trying to grab attention by calling and saying hi but unfortunately, timing is always wrong&lt;br /&gt;-since he’s out, there are so many activities that I am considered a bother If I call (he insists i'm not when he has his good days)&lt;br /&gt;-asking permission from me isn’t really asking it. It’s just saying that he’s already going and I’m just there to agree&lt;br /&gt;-ok…since I can’t go with him, who am I to say no…and we never really intended on asking each others permission until it somehow got to the point where we seem to be asking each other for it…and so... the argument arise…&lt;br /&gt;ARGUMENT #2&lt;br /&gt;-work time is private time…ok…no argument there…&lt;br /&gt;-badminton is private time, poker time is private time, computer time is also private time…ok…you want it…you have it…heard you loud and clear…&lt;br /&gt;-hmmm…let’s see… when is my time?...&lt;br /&gt;-MONDAY: 8am he’s having breakfast-can’t call cause he can’t eat well while on the phone (though on good days he has a tendency to break the rules and calls me for an uppity good morning greeting)&lt;br /&gt;9am: he’s taking a bath-so obviously can’t call&lt;br /&gt;10am:YES! That’s mine since he’s on his way to work and thanks to Bluetooth technology he can talk and drive…(though the am traffic and the driving in itself is another hindrance to talking sensibly)&lt;br /&gt;11am: work starts…generally off limits to calls but can accommodate some in good days…on bad days…I’m always the source of any irritation…mind you, calls from other friends are always well appreciated…&lt;br /&gt;YOSI BREAKS- Yes! He finally think he misses me…though the number of times he call equals the number of sticks he’s had for mini breaks… but if I make a fuss out of it, I’d end up looking like I’m never satisfied with anything…&lt;br /&gt;4pm:off to badminton…Yes! A 30 min talk time prior to his actual game&lt;br /&gt;11pm:a goodnight and bye time from him…tired from work and badminton and needs enough sleep for a very early and long drive to a different work place the next day&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: long drives to work (NOTE:travels with a driver) and THE STRESSFUL DAY, my keep your thoughts to yourself day cause any comment might spark an argument because he’s tired from work&lt;br /&gt;TALK TIME-when he feels like calling me and he’s not sleepy or tired&lt;br /&gt;THE REST OF THE DAY-his rest time, time for himself, time to play computer, poker, tv time, dvd time, whatever….&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY: same as Monday sched&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: AH! YES! FINALLY! MY DAY! Can’t complain…cancelled if there’s work to be done…or we plan to go out on another day…but otherwise it’s MY DAY…THURSDAYS ARE HAPPY DAYS….I LOVE THURSDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: same as Monday sched…badminton cancelled if more important priorities are around…&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&amp;SUNDAY: pretty much his days…specially Sunday family days…again, no argument there…I repeat no complaints there (Can’t believe it when he says I don’t like him spending his whole day playing with his dad and bro! He knows how much I love his family! Gosh he can really be clouded with weird thoughts when he’s in a bad mood! And there’s no use arguing with him when he’s in that state...Mind you he admits that he’s indeed clouded when he finally gets back to his usual jolly sane self!)&lt;br /&gt;HIS RULES ON GOOD DAYS:&lt;br /&gt;-call him ANYTIME of the day…he says he likes talking to me… (oh, ok. If he says so, anytime means even nonsense calls while he’s working, playing badminton, poker or the computer, or when he’s out of town? HIS REPLY: YUP! ANYTIME!... ME: hmmm….should I even dare…given the liberty, thank you hon, I appreciate the privilege)&lt;br /&gt;-since I can’t go out anytime (remember: STRICT DAD?), he finds it a little bit disappointing if a friend wants to pick me up or go out with me and that lessens our chances of going out…that’s why I call first before leaving to ask if it’s ok or if he can follow…(trying to hit two birds with one stone…)&lt;br /&gt;HIS RULES ON BAD DAYS:&lt;br /&gt;-ANYTIME CALLS are NOT ALLOWED…I should only wait for his calls…unless I’m about to die or have an emergency&lt;br /&gt;-CALLS IN CONSIDERATION of how he’ll feel when I’m finally out and still haven’t told him that I’m going to be out are also NOT ALLOWED given that the following situations mentioned in his good day’s rules are currently taking place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PROTESTS:&lt;br /&gt;FOR ARGUMENT #1:&lt;br /&gt;-HIS MAIN LINE: Why aren’t you happy when I’m happy? I’m stressed from work, from my monthly obligations and from YOUR DAD who never wants to accept me!&lt;br /&gt;MY LINE: is a mere… I’m sorry if I made you guilty for having fun…&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say?! I’m really happy he’s enjoying himself even if he never believes it when I say that! My own misery of being alone makes him mad at me. He hates me for feeling guilty since he left without me in search for his freedom from stress…with special mention of my dad to prove his point of how much he needs to run off for a vacation…so no rationalization is meant with regards to this point…This will forever be an endless cycle of arguments as long as my dad can’t seem to let go of me…&lt;br /&gt;FOR ARGUMENT #2:&lt;br /&gt;ON HIS RULES FOR GOOD AND BAD DAYS:&lt;br /&gt;-this is what they call SPLITTING, (according to Dr. Stephen Daugherty of Kaplan Medical, he explains it as thinking of things as either good or bad and no in betweens…thank you doctor…)&lt;br /&gt;-I have learned to wait my turn when he’s off doing the things he wants to do, that I think I’m a lot different from how I was when I was younger…&lt;br /&gt;-he managed to “train” me that calls are welcome as long as it doesn’t have to be 3-5x in a row like how I did it early on in the relationship (hahahaha! I’m really a boyfriend’s nightmare!)&lt;br /&gt;-but the thing is, since I’ve learned to mellow down on my calling habits, all I ask is a polite reply when I call and he seems to be engrossed in something that I didn’t anticipate to be happening at the moment (since I dare not call anymore If I know he wants the so-called private time…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: poker time usually ends at around 6pm, so I risked calling today. Though I was really contemplating on not to, since it was around 7pm and a friend dropped by insisting me to go out…I thought It was a great opportunity that we might be able to meet up and have dinner together. Hence, I called… [note the time difference and that I didn’t call the whole day since I knew it was the untouchable private time of poker]…without any idea that the game was still ongoing, I was answered by response of irritation [HA! He was probably losing at that time and my unlucky self made me a nice target for irritability! Shoot! Me and my luck!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOLUTION:&lt;br /&gt;-I should be thankful of the good days and hope that the bad days are less (you’ll never know when those bad days are about to come up. Since it will come up, specially when I am down on luck and my calls get through times when he’s losing at any game his playing or when I seem to appear that I am an intruder in a private out of town event that I’m not allowed to go to)&lt;br /&gt;-I shouldn’t let the good day’s rules lead me to thinking that there won’t be undetermined clauses within the rules for the bad days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REALITY:&lt;br /&gt;-I love this person so much I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt right now…(again…SPLITTING…the perfect example Dr. Daugherty made…a person in love…tsk…tsk…tsk…)&lt;br /&gt;-Anyway, I guess if he had a blog of his own I’d get to see all the complaints he has of me too (nobody’s perfect right?!)…good thing, he’s so hooked on that damn command and conquer thing (God really tests my patience since He allowed somebody to invent the expansion pack for it)…therefore my bad side is yet to be revealed until he ever gets hooked on blogging…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click to add a comment to this entry." onclick="OpenSection('post','cns!655EFA8453886C9!132',null,null,true);return false;" href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!132.entry?_c11_blogpart_blogpart=blogview&amp;_c=blogpart#postcns!655EFA8453886C9!132"&gt;Add a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click to show the permalink for this entry." onclick="OpenSection('permalink','cns!655EFA8453886C9!132');return false;" href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!132.entry?_c11_blogpart_blogpart=blogview&amp;_c=blogpart#permalink"&gt;Permalink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Click to show trackbacks for this entry." onclick="OpenSection('trackback','cns!655EFA8453886C9!132');return false;" href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!132.entry?_c11_blogpart_blogpart=blogview&amp;_c=blogpart#trackback"&gt;Trackbacks (0)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Blog about this entry in your space." href="javascript:BlogIt("&gt;Blog it&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Click to show all entries for this category." href="javascript:DispatchHelper("&gt;LIVING, LOVING AND LEARNING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permalink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click to hide the permalink for this entry." href="javascript:Close("&gt;Close&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!132.entry"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!132.entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN AGAINST THE MACHINE&lt;br /&gt;though I live on an island, i'm not about to escape the wrath of the attention grabbing machine of all time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUND I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;island girl calls her man and he answers with a...huh?....uhm....yeah....yep...k....bye... for all the questions i got to ask, all i got was a one syllable response...&lt;br /&gt;again he is deeply immersed in thought and concentration...&lt;br /&gt;i better not start disturbing him....&lt;br /&gt;let him finish it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUND II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;island girl makes another call... yup....aaaaaaaaaaaaah (she hears some weird commands of attack and explosions at the background)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's still on it... i'll try again later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUND III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;island girl makes last call for the night attempting to have any meaningful conversation for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the _ _ _ _! your still on it? (ha! not saying it outloud! still wondering what makes him sit it out that long in front of his damn computer game playing command and conquer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well then... goodnight and i hope you get enough sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......yeah...yeah... what's the use! don't want to complain... let the machine win every round! atleast i know he's just at home....hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click to add a comment to this entry." onclick="OpenSection('post','cns!655EFA8453886C9!131',null,null,true);return false;" href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!131.entry?_c11_blogpart_blogpart=blogview&amp;_c=blogpart#postcns!655EFA8453886C9!131"&gt;Add a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:17 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click to show the permalink for this entry." onclick="OpenSection('permalink','cns!655EFA8453886C9!131');return false;" href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!131.entry?_c11_blogpart_blogpart=blogview&amp;_c=blogpart#permalink"&gt;Permalink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Click to show trackbacks for this entry." onclick="OpenSection('trackback','cns!655EFA8453886C9!131');return false;" href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!131.entry?_c11_blogpart_blogpart=blogview&amp;_c=blogpart#trackback"&gt;Trackbacks (0)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Blog about this entry in your space." href="javascript:BlogIt("&gt;Blog it&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Click to show all entries for this category." href="javascript:DispatchHelper("&gt;LIVING, LOVING AND LEARNING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permalink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click to hide the permalink for this entry." href="javascript:Close("&gt;Close&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!131.entry"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!131.entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 28&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER #1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’d like to forget this day. I’m writing this down because I tend to forget certain things that happen in my life. Sometimes even the hurtful events from which I learned something from… but I’d like myself to take note of this day that I knew would come.&lt;br /&gt;As you know I’m a jobless, penniless pathetic, dependent 27 year old. Being penniless, a lot of people can malalign your character. Most can say whatever they want without considering the feelings you can have. In this world where money rules I am at the pit. I have to take everything thrown at me since I am forever at the receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;I knew this day would come when I’d be reminded that I can not contribute over something and that I’m slapped with the idea that I don’t have the money so I better hold whatever feelings I have…&lt;br /&gt;There are times when the day is right and no conflicts arise that things seem to appear ok. But the real feelings and subconscious can sometimes come out when someone is angry and can just say what he wants, no love to consider, without thoughts of how hurt some people will get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER #1---At this time when there is so much anger I’d like to remind myself that I have to make something on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to be slapped with the idea that I’m worthless without money. Coz I’m not. If ever I don’t, it’s not because I have no means. I am working on those means but it will take sometime before I reap the fruits of hard labor. By then no one can ever look down on me. This is also to remind me that once I have the means I should NEVER EVER recount the hard times I went through just to get it. Sometimes people think they have the right to think they are more superior than others because they suffered more. I don’t think I’d like to be that way. I’d rather that when the Lord grants me success He will also grant me with humility and more respect for others. Hopefully my wants for success would not just cover a stable and honest career but would also include a close simple family, a good personal relationship with God no matter how many repeated mistakes I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the root of this all? Is all just money? Or Is it because I’d have to be constantly reassured since I have so many insecurities? Tsk…tsk…tsk… this INSECURITY thing can really eat you up! I really have to work hard against this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wins in an argument. Everybody has a point and it’s just so hard to see it when you are all angry. It takes awhile to see the other side of the coin when feelings have the upperhand. So I better relax, and take it easy, try to clear my mind and breathe deeply to unload all this negative vibes in me! (HA! I’m even coaching myself now to look for inner peace!....creeeeeeeeeepy……)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot! I’m such an emotional draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag! This is getting to be a routine… this up again, down again cycle….I’m going nuts! Bipolar in particular! But who the hell in this world has the perfect balance of those hormonal shit anyway! It kind of reminded me of yesterday’s entry by the only visitor I have on this site. She says everyone in the world is crazy. I agree. Sorry folks, you might reading this blog created somebody who probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER #2---Gawd! I have to get a life. A well rounded kind! One that doesn't just involve studying and having a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not growing…Everybody is and I’m still stuck with the only two subjects I allow myself to get heavily involved with. No on e is threatened with my presence…or even without it…I don’t make an impact on anybody’s life…I’m not sure if I’m making one even in my boyfriend’s…His will go on even without me, I suppose, since He always finds something worthy to do. As for me, what is out there for me? I’m not sporty, I’m not really outdoorsy, I’m content sitting at home with a good book or the most outdoorsy I can be is to have the time to stroll and laze around the beach ( which I barely have the chance to do!STRICT DAD wringing my neck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reconsidering the things I did and if I have been doing things right….. is this too much self reflection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click to add a comment to this entry." onclick="OpenSection('post','cns!655EFA8453886C9!130',null,null,true);return false;" href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!130.entry?_c11_blogpart_blogpart=blogview&amp;_c=blogpart#postcns!655EFA8453886C9!130"&gt;Add a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:19 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click to show the permalink for this entry." onclick="OpenSection('permalink','cns!655EFA8453886C9!130');return false;" href="http://spaces.msn.com/pacificislandgirl/blog/cns!655EFA8453886C9!130.entry?_c11_blogpart_blogpart=blogview&amp;_c=blogpart#permalink"&gt;Permalink&lt;/a&gt; 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(yup! you caught me.... getting drawn over the physical stuff... ) but he really was! and this entry wouldn't be as truthful enough if i didn't mention it! but along with the great face was a very sweet man. he knew how to make me laugh. he had this confidence that was totally lacking at guys my age around that time. i didn't feel awkward trying to get seats at restaurants coz he took over the task before i even try asking for one (i don't know why i get too shy trying out new places).he loves adventures and i promised him i'd be willing to try every new adventure he wants atleast once (i'm not really the outdoorsey type) and i'm glad he's happy with the deal. i'm a pessimist and he has endless optimism. hmmm...come to think of it i'm marrying a guy who's my total opposite! (haha! finally realizing it when i'm about to marry him already!) but how we complement each other gave us just the right combination of a really challenging and meaningful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is an unusual relationship. something i never thought would get this far. sometimes there was so much conflict that i found myself living one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst all the drama, there are so many things i've learned about him, myself, and the kind of life we wanted to build in the future. ours was always a relationship in progress and i'm happy how we managed to pull our immature selves together and try working around the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how do we end up choosing who we want to be with in the future? my theory is, tolerance shouldn't be a part of the kind of life we are looking forward to. maybe when we find ourselves willingly adapting to our special someone then we might have bigger chances for success rates... but i'm no authority... so don't take my word for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27356760-114654080964156539?l=islandchickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandchickie.blogspot.com/feeds/114654080964156539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27356760&amp;postID=114654080964156539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27356760/posts/default/114654080964156539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27356760/posts/default/114654080964156539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandchickie.blogspot.com/2006/05/previous-posts-from-another-site.html' title='previous posts from another site'/><author><name>islandchickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05476072459487066465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
