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firsts are always my luckiest.

midterms are over. 3 weeks and summer classes are over. been waiting for this end, but pondering about the thought that i will be doing nothing for the remaining weeks before the regular classes starts, puts me to death. my brain will again rest.

it hurts to know that there are some things and people that we take care of, only to be punished by despair over others. how we wish we could bear the pain we have always protected them from.

and yes, 15 days left and i might as well consider myself leaping through another important chapter in my life, 3rd year na ko. who would have thought… looking back, nothing much has changed. i still study, i still work, i still struggle at night thinking if im still doing fine, i still write notes, i only read my notes and review is over, i still need lots lots of sleep before examinations, i still eat a lot of chocos in preparation for exams which are actually my alibi for just wanting to eat them, i still dream, i am still weaving them, and most importantly, i am happy, genuinely happy.

the road, EDSA, is where my heart and my mind met. yes. that busy world of cars and buses and trains made me realized how lucky i am to be learning to dance tsokolate.

yes, it was the first dance that i really enjoyed, tsokolate.

firsts are always my luckiest.