The agony is killing me... why has everyone left me... arrghh... wait, that's not right. i chose not to go. No one has left me, i left them. And now, i'm left grovelling on the bed stuffed with nonsensical powerpuff toys.

Women. Why are we so cursed with this. It's sometimes not the event happening itself that bothers me (well, it does bother me most of the time) but the wait is equally trying. A bloody stomachahe is not helping it either.

Why do guys make it out to be so medical? It's painful and troublesome. It's a nonsense every woman has to put up with. However, a flabby stomach with its contents growling is not something everyone suffers...

And I hate to admit this, menstruation affects my activities greatly. I can't deceive myself to believe that i can be like others who never care 2 hoots about it, why can't i be like some of my friends sometimes? They miraculously seem unbothered by that constant irritating grinding feeling below between the legs, not to mention the "tap" feeling.

Am I too graphic? I hardly believe anyone is like me. When it comes, it becomes one of those "fat" days that i refuse to go out of the house without a ridiculously loose clothing. Unfortunately, it seems I would have to go out on Saturday with it.

Still remember last year...

"What? No! You can't be serious. Elect's Camp cannot be on that day?" "Don't you check your schedule?" "I'm no schedule checker."

Staring down into my luggage, it was stuffed with purple mini pillows, of course largely exaggerated because I didn't need so many. But I WAS going for a training camp, I needed back-up.

Running, Exercising, Mass Dancing and positively disgustingly no bathing for three whole days with no more than powder spread over my dirt-ridden body.

It was a good experience. But it's already enough.

And now I'm still left waiting... for it.... Please Come.