:: rachel. more than just a word ::
...Rachel. More Than Just A Word...
February 18, 2007
Arrrghhhh
Ya know...Everyone seems so obsessed with weight-losing. I think 90 percent of my gals friends are into some sort of diet programme that they find online or influenced by their biggest, most lethal (unknowingly) and influential media source : magazines. Are good looks just so very overrated?
Honestly it sometimes gets to me as I have least good assets as compared to most girls. At times I do care enough to torture myself in the most cruel way in order to just fit in with them. At times I just couldn't be bothered. Well, to be honest, most of the time I just couldn't really give two tarts. (^^,)
Well, I stopped exercising about 3 years ago (as in hardcore training) and one of the many many consequences of doing so (besides gaining crazy weights) is getting menstrual cramps. Today is the second time I had the bloody cramp! Pardon my words for a moment. But really. Not that you have to put interest in this, but I just feel like rumbling about it BECAUSE I felt like I was resuscitated after having a flat line on my screen for a few horrifying hours!
The pain was REALLY unstoppable. I REALLY felt like stabbing my stomach with a sharp object just to stop it from aching. Perhaps I could even self mutilate at that very moment and not feel a single prick as compared to the cramps.
Pain killers.
Yes. They are OF much help. They enhanced the gaggy feeling on my poor little throat and forced out every single thing that was swimming around in my tummy. For crying out loud! Even my tummy felt like escaping through that small tiny esophagus. My organs were literally throbbing. Every 5 minutes. EVERY 5 minutes I gag and gag and gag till some yellow substance come straight out of my mouth. I was left with an inexplainable pain on my throat and burning feeling in my nostrils.
So much for being made a girl. Despite the very fact that we have to go through the consistent, troublesome menstrual cycle, we have to give birth AND take care of the cuddly innocent little fatty till "it" reveals it's true identity and finally gives you a heart attack after trying your very best to protect "it" for 15 years BECAUSE all they want is not to be protected but freedom. Then you fear of what your future holds for you as they will be taking care of you later on in life when you are unable to walk at the same pace as them, and you start to have osteoporosis hitting on you and all sorts of sickness, cancer, dental and memory problem flirting with you till you have to even result to wearing diapers which ironically was worn when you were a little cuddly innocent little fatty yourself. What's next? Nursing home? Bad in laws treating you like garbage? Arrgghhh. Life.
1:14:00 AM
the one who speaks
rachel
bits and crumbs
Once upon a time there was a cow. Yes. A cow. And this cow had a friend. Friend was a sheep. See, both of them were green. In that place they lived in, all things were made green. The mushrooms, the potato land, the trees, the mosquitoes. And suddenly came down a star, CRASHING down to their planet, and ALL things became kalerful! And that star was ME. Rachelli. Ngyahahaha. *Scwoll down pwease*
