Quit or Not

More than two weeks and still nothing. Not that I'm too busy to update. That's not the reason. I'm just not having the diligence. After all it's not my idea to become a mouse potato. The only time I became a full-time mouse potato is during my Ragnaddiction days. I'm glad that part of my life is over.

Truth is I'm thinking of quitting this blog. Not that hardly anyone reads it. I just find it pointless to keep on writing with limits. This is a weblog in the first place. You can't just post highly personal, embarassing and secretive moments for strangers to read. I've once read in Seventeen magazine that it's possible for you to be fired just by having finger-slips in your blog. A friend of mine back at the Lyceum Debate Society was put on the hot seat when she vented her feelings out on her blog. The contents were later printed out by a member.

In other words, tinatamad nako. Or I don't feel like it anymore in English.

Most of all I need to go back writing in a corporeal journal. It's much better and relieving that way. I remember back in my High school days when I'd not pay attention in Trogonometry and just write in my journal. I was still the troublemaker then!

I'm still not set on quitting. Just thinking about it. It's like back in pRO when I'd promise myself a thousand times that I'll quit and only did so a year and a half later.

All desperate plans are dropped
And I'm left with an empty hand
Soon I'll breathe new air
But not without these tired lungs
So now I'm without you
-Chicosci, Conversation with Theme of Fire

P.S. After a few times of reading my previous posts, I just realized I'm a fat-fingered typist. Too many typos.

Dysmenorrhea

An obnoxious topic for my first post for the year 2007. But it’s the only topic I feel like writing about.

The monthly evil that plagues every woman on Planet Earth. Unfair world. Women suffer more than men do. We get pregnant, we have more private parts and worst of all, we have menstruation which eventually leads to the hellacious dysmenorrhea.

Based on Christina Aguilera’s song Can’t Hold Us Down, why is it that if a man has three girls and sexes them off, he’s a man. But if a girl does it, she’s a whore.

I don’t understand why it’s okay
The guy gets the glory and the girl gets named
-Christina Aguilera, Can't Hold Us Down

Off topic but that’s just one of the reasons I despise being a being born with a vagina. Too bad women can’t become eunuchs like men can. After all, I can’t just have my melons chopped off and have an artificially-made manhood attached to my private.

So anyway, I just had my period today and dysmenorrhea took its toll. I normally have painful yet tolerable cramps on my day one but this was just far too much. I couldn’t walk, I was emitting cold sweat, my legs shook with every step, my breathing hardened, had vomiting sensations, my face became paler and had unbearable pain on my abdomen.

I’m glad I was still able to go back home and not attend classes. I’ll just write a creative excuse letter to my professors. After all they should consider dysmenorrhea. It happens naturally.