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






My thoughts, three months before Christmas
written on Saturday, September 7, 2013 @ 1:01 AM ✈

Ber-months are here already but I don't really feel that excited. I keep on hearing Christmas songs everywhere. But ironically, these songs, instead of bringing joy and excitement, cause my eyes to form tears. Not that I am a Christmas grinch or what but I just don't want to hear Christmas songs at the moment. Because I think, this would probably be my saddest Christmas ever.

With roughly a hundred (plus) days left, I can't imagine how we would celebrate Christmas. I know Christmas is not all about me. It is about the birth of our Lord. It should be a time for celebration. But I hate to think how we will celebrate, thinking that there's only kuya and I here; thinking that my parents and my sister are miles away from us, and even on a different time zone. Yes, Skype may be there to help but I know there will be something missing. Gaaah. How I wish there will be plane tickets right on our door step, a week before Christmas. Well, that would really make me happy. Or if there's any way that we could fastforward to Summer, then that would be better. Long days of break means bigger possibilities of being with my whole family again.

Oh well, I just want to vent out. I need to end this post right away because it's a Friday night, meaning tomorrow's another school day for me. Night!

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