If these vaginal walls could talk

My menstrual cycle went bonkers.

I had two consecutive ob-gyne check-ups and a transvaginal ultrasound within a week.

Diagnosis: Hormonal Imbalance.

Consequently, I was put into an oral pill frenzy for 21 days.

My doctor suggested that I conceive a baby before I reach the age of thirty.

I am 22 years old and freaked out.

I should have been reckless and had myself knocked-up.

I shall delete my first entry.

I shall practice how to dance Obando style.

My lover will be leaving months from now.

Shall I (temporary) stop taking the pills and tie him in a four post bed?

On a positive note: The pills have some anti-androgen substance that gets rid of pimples and unwanted facial hairs. I noticed that my skin is more supple, smooth and radiant. Panis ang nag Chin-Chan-Su.

Tangina na lang kung imagination ko lang ang pagkinis ko.

Do I?

I always thought that the idea of marriage wouldn't haunt me until the age of 30.

Just recently, I was confronted by this situation: Lover told me that once he have established life abroad, he will come back to fetch me. He will be leaving soon and will be staying there for quite a long time.

I feel ecstatic and pensive at the same time.
Ecstatic because this guy wants to live a life with me. It is difficult to imagine who would like to marry a quasi-domesticated gal. I'd rather work my ass off earning a living then paying somebody to maintain the household. I might do some cooking but that would be dependent on my mood. When I was younger, I pictured myself with a kid and no husband to deal with. I always thought that life would be better that way. Oh, and I even have this dark desire of being a mistress.

Primarily, can I survive the initial change? I don't know. After four years of being with him, I've asked for a break up claiming that long distance relationship is too difficult for me. He easily granted my wish because of disappointment. I felt his frustration. I felt his pain.

I had my fair share of sleepless nights and tired eyes from the break up.

I think calling it quits softens the blow.

P.S. We decided to spend the remaining months dating... each other.

Reminiscing sa riles

Minsan napag pasyahan namin ni ina na pumuntang Mall of Asia. Galing sa Quezon Avenue, sumakay kaming MRT para makarating sa Taft. Pagkapasok ng MRT nakaupo naman kami agad.
Habang binabaybay ang kahabaan ng EDSA, bigla naalala ni Ina ang nangyari sa akin sa LRT nung ako'y bata pa.

Ina: Anak, natandaan mo nung muntik ka ng mahiwalay kay Ate Becky mo? (ang aking mabuting yaya)

Neneng: Ah, oo yung biglang nagsara ung lecheng pintuan ng LRT.

Nagtawanan kami ni Ina.

Minsang papunta kami ni Yaya sa kanyang kaibigan na nagtatrabaho sa EVER Caloocan, muntik na kaming magkahiwalay ng tuluyan. Nauna kasi ako pumasok sa LRT at dahil tulakan ang mga tao nahuli si Yaya. Biglang nagsara ang pintuan na siyang naging barricade sa aming dalawa.

Ina: Ano kayang nangyari kung hindi na ulit bumukas ung pinto at dumiretso ka na sa Monumento?

Neneng: Iniisip ko nga nun, baka naging pulubi na ako.

Ina: Oo nga no? Kung saan-saan ka kasi dinadala ni Ate Becky mo.

Pinagsusuntok ko at pinagtatajakan ang pinto, bumukas naman. Tapos hinagkan ko ang yaya ko na parang walang bukas. Buti na lang, kundi baka rugby na ang sports ko ngayon.

Ina: Eh anak, diba sa EVER Caloocan din yung natae ka dati tapos wala tayong tissue. Kabang-kaba ako nun habang nasa grocery... madaling

Neneng: (Namumula dahil ang lakas ng boses ni Ina)

Ina: madali nga ako nung bumibili ng tissue at balikan ka sa CR. Baka kasi may kumidnap sayo bigla.

Neneng: Sino ba namang magnanakaw ng batang tumatae sa loob ng cubicle, aber?!

on the speakers: Taft Station!