Why don't Men Menstruate?

The battle of the sexes - this has long been ongoing; discrimination against each other, the feminist movements, the continuous quest for gender equality. I won't say I'm a hardcore feminist but as a woman, I do believe and would of course want discrimination to end and push for gender equality. However, the long list of man and woman differences make things even more complicated than they already are. These physical, emotional, physiological and behavioural differences affect the roles we play in the society - who cooks, who gets saved first when a boat sinks, who becomes a carpenter, who becomes a secretary. Most of these roles and professions are highly gendered and these are explained by the differences we have compared to the opposite sex.

Yesterday, I battled one of the worst days a woman can ever have - a very painful period. Yes, I'm one of those unfortunate women who suffer from extreme cases of dysmenorrhea. Throwing up, upset stomach, headache, body ache, cramps, name it...I had them all. Needless to say, I was bedridden yesterday next to the only and most important thing in my eyes - my bottle of hot water (hot compress).

Don't get me wrong, this wasn't my first time to experience such. It's happened before that I've become accustomed to popping a pill every time this happens, it's my saviour. Dysmenorrhea never fails to ruin my day because it's always THAT bad. It has sent me home from school, shopping, and almost even ruined my trip to Thailand one time. Good thing my dear old friend 'mefenamic acid' is there to save me. Only this time, I didn't have any.

I endured the pain for a couple more hours after I woke up, and had to physically drag myself to the bathroom countless times trying to get 'comfortable'. It was a horror but my body was just so confused and in so much pain that it just can't tell which part aches more.

That's when I started to think, WHY DON'T MEN MENSTRUATE??? It's so unfair! Incidentally, I'm also in the process of finishing my uni homework on ABORTION. The fact that men can always just turn their backs from the women they have impregnated and assume no responsibility to the repercussions of their actions again just made me think how lucky they are that they don't get to experience the physical and emotional hardships we women experience during our entire course of life. The menstruation, pregnancy, giving birth...all these are women issues, and while men can always play a role in one or some of these...it doesn't make it really any different because they don't get to experience this first-hand...

And the Boys...

No, it's not just about the boys. It's the complexity of each relationship that you once or twice had with each of them. When you'd once appreciated and accepted the other for all that he is and he's not... before you reached the fall out stage.

This is by Angus & Julia Stone.

It's been days now and you change your mind again
it feels like years and i can tell how time can bend your ideas

and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard

well it's been days now and you change your mind again
all the cracks in the walls reminds you of things we said
and i could tell you that i wont hurt you this time
but it's just safer to keep you in this heart of mine

and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard

and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard

falling from the people that we heard
falling from the love we never earned
falling from the sky that should have burned
falling from my heart

And then there was Liam...

He's got stunning eyes, beautiful skin (better than mine I would admit), he's smart, nice and simple. Not overly confident but entertaining. Not trying hard to be funny, but he did make me smile a lot. We talked for ages until he finally got to his stop. Everything was so sudden and went by really fast that all we ever got from each other were stories and names. And that was it.

We quickly bid goodbye as he hurried to the door. And that was the last time I caught a glimpse of him. If we do meet again? I'd say "LORD, please. I pray he's single!" LOL.

xxx

Booty Text? Really?

I'm pretty sure all of us almost once in our lives have been the receiving end of a booty call. Those late night requests to hook up, masked by the words "catch up" or "meet up" but hell...as if we girls don't get it, you just want a root. So what's more amusing is that, he's expecting you to drop whatever you're doing at 12 midnight (which as actually sleep, surprise surprise), and travel all the way to city which is about half an hour away from where you are and "catch up with him." Yeah, I'm that desperate for it. What a joke. That's a metaphor for dickhead by the way.

People with No Faces

Do you ever have that episode in your life when you're trying to get over something (someone) and continuously trying to find a way to successfully do it? And then you fail. You frickin' relapse. GRR.

I've broken up with guys before and while of course it is indeed a struggle getting over someone you've been with for such a long time...what's important is, that 'one day' you've been waiting for will eventually come.

That one day when you suddenly stop thinking about him. That one day when you stop associating almost everything to him, or how things were before between him and you, and just anything to do with him. Sometimes even though it has nothing to do with the person, our brain still intricately finds a way to associate him to something we randomly saw or heard. And it's so frickin' annoying. RIGHT?

Anyway, the whole binge eating thing when depressed doesn't really work for me because well, I do binge eat even when I'm not feeling down. So yeah, that won't really work for me. Usually, when I'm not feeling good..I go binge shopping. But then again that requires a bit of money soo yeah, none of that for now.

Gah, heartbroken. That's all I am right now. And not having a support network, well..my usual support network from home isn't here with me, so I'm pretty much effed.

Also, I'm really just drunk. So, wtf? Bow. Bye.

The Comeback

Oh wow, it's been two years since I last updated my blog. You see, my bread-and-butter is actually writing. I write for clients from the United States, Australia, UK, Singapore, and the list goes on. And writing for leisure? Sometimes work just takes too much of the writer in me that there's nothing left for self-expression.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE WRITING. I may not be a professional writer nor someone who's had the formal training to become one to practice it, but it's something I won't ever give up doing. Let me just share with you the few reasons why I love writing:

5. You get to use your brain.

If you happen to be one of those people whose job is boring and monotonous, then the more you should engage yourself in writing. Boring jobs leave your brain unused for so long that you forget you even have one. Haha! That would be horrible. Writing is like an exercise, but for the brain. The more you keep it active, the more alive you feel. :)

4. Freedom of speech at its finest.

I like to be anonymous. Being anonymous takes away the fear inside of you about getting mis/judged when people you know get to read your writing. It's actually one of the reasons why I've always disliked blogging because it's like giving people a freeway ticket to your brain, letting them explore what goes deep inside your nutshell, how your whole psychology works. And I HATE IT. I'm more complex than a mathematical problem so whoever wants to read me....well. You have to find a way. Reading my blog just makes the job ten times easier for them, and I don't like that. :)

3. RANTS.

Well, another good thing about writing..and not even just blogs or Facebook statuses for crying out loud, is you get to express your darkest rants about politics, people, and all kinds of frustrations without hurting anyone's feelings. Well, as long as you keep your "written rants" well enough to not put yourself into compromising situations...then you're good. :)

2. It's a means of self-exploration.

One thing I love about writing is the fact that you are in the process documenting your emotions, your thoughts and whatever is of value to you. I don't know about you but for me, I love having to read my previous posts from a year or two ago, smiling to myself about how the feelings I have once expressed in my previous posts still strike me in one way or another. It allows you to get a good look of yourself and how you were a few years ago, and how these still reflect the current you. By writing down your feelings, you get to learn more about yourself.

1. Writing is therapeutic.

Most of my writings are products of my current emotional and intellectual state. Of course everything I write about (excluding work-related write ups) is in one way or another related to what I value in life, or what I'm currently going through. Everything I write about is personal. So when I'm upset, disappointed, or extremely on the down side, I write. And every time I do, it almost never fails that it leaves me feeling better. :)

I could write a whole lot more, and go on and on about so many random things about (my) life. But I'll end this now so I'd have more to talk about in the posts to come! Hoping of course, that I won't forget about this blog for yet another two years.Ha!

Because your scent reminded me of him...

Today was an interesting day. I met someone new.

Just this morning, I took the IELTS exam for my student visa application. It was a rainy day, and I was wearing this huge gray hoodie on top of my halter top. It was awkward because the hoodie looked like it wasn't made for non-winter seasons. Anyway...

I walked to my seat and sat there quietly. Beside me was a seat of some guy... A few more minutes passed by and I was already getting bored just sitting there with no one to talk to. Til my seatmate came.

He was a guy of my age, and decent-looking. He was even cute, mind you! I mean, if it was a girl I would've said hi right away, introduced myself and started mingling because that's the type of person I am. But this time it's different because he's a guy. A GUY.

So, 10 minutes passed...15...20.. with still, none of us trying to even start a conversation. We've got plenty of time to waste because the exam will be starting at exactly 9 o'clock. And it's only past 8, and it's getting boring ...just too quiet for me.

TALK TO ME TALK TO ME TALK TO ME. These are the words I kept on saying to myself, hoping this guy would have the guts to at least start a conversation. Until I can't take it anymore, I just had to do it.

So there. I did the first move. It was awkward for me, because I don't know.. I felt like, I shouldn't be the one initiating the conversation because I'm the girl.. but oh well. I just had to do it.

So I asked him.. "San ka papunta?"

At first, he looked puzzled ..like he had no idea what I'm talking about. So I repeated myself and asked again.. "Saang country ka papunta?"

And that started a 30-minute conversation, until the examination finally started.

That conversation was too short for someone who wants to know so much about the other person but too long as well in the sense that we've talked about so many things in such a short time, 30 minutes. From the meaning of his tattoo, to his family abroad, to my family abroad..to his finished university course, mine..rain..flood..etc.

I wanted to ask his number soooo bad. HAHA! You see, it's very important to have contacts especially when you've already moved to another country. It also happened that we'll both be moving to the same countnry, on the same target month. So, I thought it would be convenient to at least have a friend who's in the same situation like I do. (Excusessss! Haha.)

But I thought to myself..hey..*I* did the first move. *I* started the conversation. If he does want to keep in contact, then he will ask for it. If he doesn't, then it was nice talking to him...I guess..........

So it's been established: He's cute. Okay to talk to. Open. And not arrogant. CHECK!

We're done with the exam and it was time to say goodbye. I bid him good luck then we finally went on our own separate ways.

Just after we walked apart, that I realized ..I didn't even get to know his name, nor did he get mine. o.o

And thought to myself...

If ever our roads do cross again in the future, then I guess it's already fate telling me to my face: "...DO SOMETHING."