Thursday, August 25, 2016

Bloody hell!


If you are someone who still finds the topic of menstrual cycle and menstruation in general offensive or taboo, then stop reading now.

You have been warned.

I cannot wrap my head around the idea that it is okay for some girls to leave bloody tracks of their menstruation when using public toilets. It is on the toilet seat; it is on the floor. Using public toilets, like those in gas stations where you have nothing, not even murky water to flush the toilet, may be understandable. But office comfort rooms have paper towels, tissue and the handheld bidet. If you do not want to wipe that sit, you can shoot that sit. More than an issue of hygiene, it is an issue of courtesy.

Anyway, speaking of bloody tracks, have you tried the menstrual cup? It is fairly new in the country. The up and coming Philippine brand Sinaya Cup has been the talk amongst active women - mountaineers, surfers, swimmers, triathletes - these days.

Menstrual flow during physical activities, especially during jiu-jitsu training and muay thai sessions, has also been my concern since the day I realized it is not comfortable to grapple or high kick when blood is bursting out of you from your most sensitive part. Though I do not mind using pads during treks, it is not pretty to go beach camping and surfing, or doing any water activity for that matter, when you are bleeding. There was a time when I believe that missing out is the only choice I have when I have my period. I was apprehensive to try the tampons at first. I still worry about it today. But so far, it has allowed me to do the things I love even on 'those days'.

But the cup. I have been curious since the first time I heard about it from fellow female members of the UP Mountaineers. It's environment-friendly, because it is reusable. It means less trash! So you can understand why I am willing to try (and switch to) it - though the most environment-friendly you can probably get when you are on your period is to just 'Let if flow, let if flow!' in the tune of Frozen's soundtrack. It is hypoallergenic. It does not cause Toxic Shock Syndrom (TSS) like the tampon.



So I know the WHYs. I still have questions about the HOWs. HOW do you put it in? HOW do you take it out? HOW do you wash it? To anyone who has tried/used it, tips and recommendations will be greatly appreciated.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

You're only sorry you got caught

"Please, just cut it out. And don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not. And baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught."
I am never a fan, but Rihanna struck gold with this one.

People will never say sorry, or even feel sorry, for things they can hide.  Remorse comes at the discovery.

So what happens when somethings are left undiscovered?  Well, nothing.  What you don't know can't hurt you.  But somewhere in another perspective, what you don't know makes you a fool.  Paraphrase: that person that keeps things from you makes you a fool.

So Ri-Ri, cheers! I wish you've done more work like this one.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Romi Garduce: Book Tour at Smart Office

Reblogging, just because I'm a proud SMCnoy and UP Mountaineer ;)

Romi Garduce: Book Tour at Smart Office

Capture:



Garduce: "to put more meaning in the title Akyat, Smart mountaineering club invited me to climb 33 floors of their office building, apparently a regular wellness activity for them. Aba loko mga ito ah!"
And an inspiring book dedication he wrote to a 'retired' mountaineer: ""Cilmb Again!" ;) No such thing as 'former mountaineer' =)"
Very inspiring!

Friday, March 7, 2014

I Am Not that Friend

I won't make it to your birthday party.

I'm probably somewhere North, summiting some peak, where cellphone reception is impossible that even a birthday greeting from me couldn't get through.

But know that I know you'll have a blast with your other friends.


I will miss your wedding.

I'm probably down South, catching and riding some waves. I would contemplate congratulating you but would scrap the idea for I wouldn't want to bother you in the busiest day of your life.

But know that I'm happy for you because you've found the love of your life.


I may be absent at your thanksgiving, for a big promotion you got at work.

I'm probably planting some trees in the East, trying though futile, to salvage the environment, and my hands are so muddy I couldn't even touch my phone to contact you.

But know that I'm the proudest person out there for having the most gifted friend in you.


I'm nowhere to be found at your first born's dedication.

I might be doing some relief operations in the West, trying my best, though of littlest impact, to help rebuild a society.

But take comfort in knowing I'll be the best godparent to your child.


I couldn't offer my shoulder for you to cry on at your mother's funeral.

I'm probably out of the country basking in the beauty of the world's most magnificent places.

But know that I mourn your loss.


I am your friend; It's just that I am not that friend.

But this I promise from the bottomest pit of my heart, from my quietest corner: when the partying ends, when the celebration is through, when all the merry noises quiet down, I'll be there.

Take comfort in knowing that, when the world turns its back on you, I got your back.  I am that friend.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Cheesy Post

I know I'm not the best girlfriend
I nag. I rant. I complain.
I accuse you. I judge you.
Sometimes I mistrust you.
Oftentimes I make fun of you.

How you can manage to stay, I don't have a clue.

But just this once, allow me to say, "thank you."

Let me be a bit cheesy.
How did I get so lucky?