Definition?

Dysmenorrhea

- is a gynecological medical condition characterized by severe uterine pain during menstruation. While most women experience minor pain during menstruation, dysmenorrhea is diagnosed when the pain is so severe as to limit normal activities, or require medication.

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Yah right! I'm experiencing & SUFFERING this now. The pain was like, URGH! VERY PAINFUL! I hate PERIODS! I know this is a cycle and women will experience and suffer this pain every month. I have no choice but to deal with it. I can't do whatever I want. All I need to do is to rest, sleep, eat & drink plenty of water.

Sometimes I wish I were a boy. One pain then NO MORE. Haha. :)

Betrayal or Not?

BREATHING

(inhale)
tears begin to flood my face like a cup left under a

running faucet well after the water has reached the rim,

my heart leaping to my throat,

getting caught,

squeezing,

twisting,

tearing.

my throat contracting around the emotions that threaten

to leap up and of my lips,

my stomach

rumbling,

wrestling,

knotting.

my hands quiver as I reach up to blot the tiny teardrops,

leaving footprints down my cheeks.

the path that awaits me

suddenly seems like a pilgrimage,

one foot,

next foot,

step,

step,

I see you.

(I see her.)

you smile.

I smile.

(she leaves.)

you ask how I am.

(I lie.)

I reply that I'm fine

(even though my heart just crept up into my mouth

and is jumping up and down on my tongue like an

Olympic diver waiting to hit the water).

I want to say that I miss you,

let you know that every moment I'm awake,

I think of you.

I want you to know that I miss your arms,

your smile,

your lips.

I want you to know that

(I'm incomplete)

my body hurts,

my soul bleeds.

I ask how are you

(hoping against all hope that you'll tell me what I want to hear).

you reply,

(your answer not including that you miss me,

that you miss my arms, my lips, my touch).

my eyes attempt to strip you down to your soul

(searching for what I once knew so well).

they get lost,

(but find their way back to reality when

they graze over the [ever-fading] hickey, just above

the collar of the shirt she bought you).

my heart leaps off the end of my tongue,

wanting to see the way you've hurt me

wanting you to hurt the same way.

it falls to the ground.

(she calls you.)

you hastily say goodbye,

(as you trot over to her)

stomping,

squishing,

mutilating

my vulnerable, fallen heart.

(not even pausing ling enough to scrape it off the

bottom of your shoe, like a discarded piece of gum.)

she wraps her arms around your neck,

brings her lips to yours...

(your earns still turn red.)

people pass, as if I don't even exist.

(I want to cry, scream, shout.)

I want someone to find my heart,

bring it back,

piece it together.

I turn away,

hoping that one day it won't hurt

(as much)

and hoping that I will again be able to call you

and have you come over to me,

be able to buy you shirts that match your eyes,

(and leave the telltale hickey just above the collar)

and will still be able to make your ears turn red from the

friction of our lips.

I walk away,

knowing my heart will not follow.

(exhale.)

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I got this from the book I borrowed in the library. I posted this because I can relate! :(

Piranha 3D with my BFFs! :D

Piranha 3D was awesome! I watched it with my buddies. My BEST BUDDIES! They are: Liezl Colocar, Mem Demaisip, Carms Catequista, Johanne Langusta, Carmina Rossell, Jeselle Laserna, Vina Gelardoy, Heloisa Espinosa, Cha Pasaporte and Carolyn Caguing. Johanne Langusta and Carms Catequista were my seat mates during the movie. Johanne was like, COOL! While Carmen was like, OMG! :))

I really had fun. Especially, when Carmen shouts. It feels like your eardrums will explode or something! Hahaha.

I really love my BFFs and I swear, they'll never be replaced! ;)

Second Day of Examinations.

The second day was all right. We had Statistics, CLE & Social Studies. Statistics was eaaaaaaaasy! CLE & Social Studies was average. :)

Still have to browse the internet for my project in Social Studies. Bangladesh was the country assigned to me and haven't started, yet. Maybe I'll start working on it later or next week :D

I know I'm lazy. But I can still manage my lessons and I can improve my grades better than before. So don't dare underestimate or belittle me, 'cause you don't know, I'm waaaay better than YOU :))

Say NO to Abortion :O

Hi, Mommy. I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few

weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise.

Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got

beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I

will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me

your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we

have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to

be a doctor when I grow up.

You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t

wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was

perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I

will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I

know it already.

Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about

me! …He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that

you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called

wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand

yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did

something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and

your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay… but I was very sad

for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It

doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,

and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I

do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you… why would he hurt you? I

don’t like it, Mommy.

Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and

you’re so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,

and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most

beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m

happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait

and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will

make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.

I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your

hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love

you, Mommy.

Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting

funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t

know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,

Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to

protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good

person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want

us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy?

You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?

It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or

touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I

still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when

you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug

me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do

that when you’re awake, any more?

I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me? We’re going

somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a

hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell

you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait.

…Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t

know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think

something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared,

Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love

you!

Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It

feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They

told me what you did, and they said it’s called an abortion.

Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you

get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something

wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why

don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want

to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care

about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say

you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and

see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don’t want to be here, I

want you to love me again! I’m really really really sorry if I did

something wrong. I love you!

I love you, Mommy.

Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

SAY NO TO ABORTION!