FIRSTS.

I remember the first time I commuted alone. I was in my soph year in High School. I cried in the jeep because I was so scared I didn't know what to do.

I remember the first time I went to the movies alone. It was summer this year when all my UST friends were either in their hometown *ehemJustinFranciscoehem* or busy with basketball practice *ehemJericFortunaehem* Tangled made me cry like a baby.

I remember the first time I drank soda. It came out of my nose. I cried. I was only four. And from then on, I swore never to drink soda again. And I kept my promise.

I remember the day I first had my period. It was a Sunday and I was in my fourth grade. I showed my underwear to my older brother crying, thinking that I had sugat down there.


I remember my first sleep over. Freshmen year. We had to do a costume for my pageant. The day of the pageant, I was crying because of my high temp. But I bagged the best award for costume.


I remember the first time I took a sip on my cousin's pale pilsen. And as early as 10 years old, I was able to distinguish the difference between pale and light. My brother scolded me for being so ruthless.

I remember my first kiss from my first boyfriend. It was under the moonlight in Lovers' Lane. The first heartbreak followed right after.

A lot of my firsts didn't go well as planned. I cried and got hurt in the process but that made it more memorable. And it surely opened a new phase of my life.

I can still remember the first time my then boyfriend said that he still loves me. I cried. It didn't hurt. But it was so stupid of me to believe it.

I should have known better.