Something occurred to me while I read this prompt. Sort of like I was puzzled. Let me ask you. Have you ever been in that situation where you wonder if your phone reads your mind? Like, let's say that you had a random thought, for example, you've been thinking about pizza and then you go online and the first content(and many other contents thereafter) are about pizza. Do you get this illustration? If you do, have you been in that situation cause, I have. Far too many times. And I've heard and seen people who talked about the same observation.

Something tells me that I've written about this topic ones before. Maybe not exactly but something remotely relative. Anyway, I'll tell it again. It's never a bore.In high school, I always excelled at Economics and Data processing. I was more like a star student in these subjects. You know that student who never gets below a 59/60, the one who the teacher subtracted the one mark from cause he/she just can't give you a perfect score? I was like that. Truly. I was great at other subjects, but these were the ones I always topped until I never had to deal with them anymore.

The last general election was the most intense and energizing one that I'd seen all my life. Well, that was like the first one I ever got to participate in, anyway. Still, I've been here for a while and have witnessed a number of campaigns and elections but not got this fierce that I witnessed.

Three days ago, made it a year since I began using my current phone. A few months prior, I had gotten one and hadn't even had it for a week before it got stolen. For some reason, I promised myself I was going to get another device that was far better. And I did. I recall quite clearly all of the events leading up to getting my current phone.

They say that one doesn't forget his/her first. Cause, it's pretty easy to not remember the second, third, tenth time you did/tried something. But the first? It's always stuck in your head. While I agree with the saying, of course, because it holds true, my firsts somehow get lodged somewhere in my head that it takes a nudge to remember. It's never right at the top of my head. I don't even know why.

This first quarter has been a lotttt. It has tried me. So many times, I've found myself confused and angry, trying to make sense of things and to rethink all of the decisions that I have had to make, which brought me to that point.