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Henna Rose Geronimo has a degree in Broadcast Communication. She loves to read and write.






monday. tiu'sday. :'(
written on Wednesday, October 8, 2008 @ 5:49 PM ✈


A disgusted Monday had started my week. Yeah. It seems like my whole week would be so ruined. It’s because of this simple message that I had read last Monday in my friendster account. Actually, I never used to open my inbox in my friendster account, that’s merely because I find it just a waste of time, browsing each of them. I mean, I’ve seen them already just a couple of months ago. And I do think that since then, no one had ever sent me a message because nowadays, posting comments are more convenient. But I didn’t know why I had put the cursor on the new messages and then clicked it. Would someone’s soul have gotten into me? [Haha, I’m now beginning to be superstitious.] Then suddenly, my eyes immensely stared at the monitor of our computer. I shouted “shocks, this message is from my tita!” it’s entitled ‘hi henna:)’ then I opened the link. Upon reading, I became quite unconscious. There’s no word getting in my mind. I didn’t absorb anything, even the words that I’m reading. It’s because…that message is all about the UAAP ’71 FINALS. Uhmm… By the way, just a month ago, my tita had posted a comment on my profile, “So you’re supporting the blue eagles, e? Do you wanna come with me and my bf [ken, who’s also an Atenean]? We watch games live.:)”. So I replied, “Really? Could I go with you and Kuya Ken? Pleeeeaaassse?? I really love them [the blue eagles] most specially Chris Tiu!” Since then, I’ve waited for her to post a comment on my profile. But sadly, I’ve got no reply from her. FINALS HAD PASSED. BONFIRE HAD PASSED. NO COMMENTS FROM HER YET. :’c then now, I had found out that she had sent me a message and not a comment.
. [Click the picture on the left side of your screen to view the message in a maximize manner.] Now, I’m so depressed. I’m blaming myself. It’s my entire fault. I’ve learned my lesson--I should view all the updates on my friendster account everytime.:)) Anyway, that’ll remain in the past. I should learn from my mistakes and move on. And BTW, Ripley’s had put a smile on my face. I think, Chris is more comfortable in his hosting job now.:)) The next day… TIU’SDAY! [hehe] What happened? I just think of my weird dream the whole day. It’s just that it was quite disturbing. Well, I saw in my dream the Blue Eagle players [excluding the graduates, Yuri Escueta and Chris Tiu :’c] As I say, it was odd because I noticed there that Jai Reyes was then, wearing a #17 warmer and jersey. See? I don’t know what does that mean. I’m now, to a certain extent, perplexed. Would that stand to be a premonition? :))

Guys, I think this post has gone too long.:)) see you in my next post!

PS. I’ve come up with a different blog title this time around. A sweet-tooth chick is into me again. it’s good, isn’t it? I bet you’d agree. Hehe. x))

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