Don't abuse your luck

"Fuck. I didn't wake up again."

"Is that the same class you over cut?"

Leaves with half a bath. Drives like a constipated old spinster.
Arrives 30 minutes late in a one hour class.

Yes. I wasn't absent. And i got a high grade
from the last test! Wipeedoo. Suck it ;)

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Don't abuse your luck.

I have always been lucky. As a child, I've won trips to US and Hong Kong, expensive appliances and brand new things-I-have-already-won from Pop's previous golf tournament raffle. I was always chosen delegate of my batch in (ironically) prayers of the faithful, quiz bees, student of the month and dance shows.

Lucky was a familiar feeling.

We were never rich, but somehow I had the coolest toys from the gigantic Littlest pet shop, Dishwasher which functions with real soap and bubbles, sound activated little poodle and I'd go shopping spree in Gift gate, Sanrio, Guess and all those tired brands we loathed in as kids. Well maybe I was a little spoiled. But I consider it being very lucky.

I never had a curfew in my entire life.(Well maybe once, last month my mom said to be home before 5 am because she was leaving for the farm.)

I came to UP Pep squad at such a convenient time that I never had to be an "applicant" and I was fortunate enough to be in several dances that same year!

I extended my stay in UP and the squad until the fifth year, and low and behold, we are Champions in UAAP!

I pretty much partied my entire time in college, underachiever BS Biology majoring in gimiks and cheerleading. Last December, I took my NMAT without studying properly, and I got pretty high. Lucky girl. Well, maybe I am smart but factoring in all my idiotic stupendous decisions, BOY AM I LUCKY.

I eat like a cow, I can't survive without a bag of chips or 1000 calories of chocolate a day. My sugar level is high and I am lucky I don't look like a diabetic hippo.

Romisa, my best friend since forever, left before college to migrate in Canada. But at the same year I found Clang and the rest of the interesting better-than-replacements [haha.. I didn't want to be too cheesy].

Anton, my gay [just playing] best friend whom I see almost everyday because I go to their house to eat and sleep on a regular basis [thanks tita chikee], left for 5 months for the States and I was left without a partner in crime. Weeks later was the rebirth of a more depraved criminal, my twin star.

I have always gotten what I wanted. In high school, Romisa's motto was "Expect the Unexpected." And mine was "Never stress yourself too much." I believe in the minimal effort with optimal gain. Short cut is best if it doesn't sacrifice profit. wink!

Come college, I started realizing how it was to fail. True, there's nothing that fails more than success. You become passive and you put your guard down. You lose the state of panic and urgency. My luck is running dry, but it still manages to surprise me bit by bit.

And now, I don't know whether to consider myself as an optimist telling myself that "Things will fall into place." and consider myself one very lucky gal


OR


To start realizing that not everything goes according to plan, and my luck is written on thin onion skin paper.

Don't get me wrong, I am a passionate worker. I am passionate about dance and every little thing I have to do. It's just that when things go weird on me, there's some convenience in knowing for a fact that in the end, I'll get the better half of luck.
So I continue to pray I do.

I am stubborn in so many ways, and I just hope and pray that I don't abuse my luck too much that I'd have to run after it or beg for little luck dust from other people.