Wednesday, March 24, 2010

11:11

I don't wish upon a star. I don't cringe when I see a black cat cross my path. I've stepped joyfully on many a crack and my mother's back has never once broke.

But ever since I was young, when I see 11:11 on a clock, I compulsively, passionately, ALWAYS pause and make a wish. Lately, I've been seeing it a lot, sometimes even twice a day.

Is it because I have a fervent wish right now that I am subconsciously drawn to the clock at that moment?

Nah, it's probably just the moment my tummy has become accustom to starting the lunch countdown.

But it can't hurt, right?

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Thanks for your daily dose of you....