My first and only triple eleven was not in the very least bit special. It was even a bit tear-jerking actually (dear someone, if you're reading this, you practically ruined my 11111, sincerely I hope you get thrown with a porcupine).
My entire class decided to do this countdown thing at school before the clock strikes 11:11, and make a wish. It was kinda funny I guess, I had no idea what to wish for, and after everyone said 3..2..1.. almost everyone were bowing their heads to pray or make a wish (some even yell -_-) and I was just sitting there looking at the space and saying the first thing that came up into my mind, which is actually, incredibly nonsense and unimportant. But it was my 11:11 wish after all.
Out of the blue, Dad decided to buy me a pair of creeper-looking Doc M, and I was touched :’) even though I’m not really sure that it’s the original one since Dad isn’t really the expertee in the family when it comes to shopping.
I’ve been feeling kinda under the weather lately – both mentally and physically – which suck to the core because I can’t imagine myself flunking my semester exams just because I’m not feeling well.
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| November/December project. Hope I can fill up the wall in no time. |
Peace,
Feb.
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