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||20 wishes..

 

Since my twentieth birthday is like four months away, I thought I'd make a wishlist. :D

20. An apology long due. x|
19. A surprise visit from anyone close, preferably a childhood friend.
18. A gift, something personal or handmade.
17. An unexpected phone call at midnight.
16. Karma doing its work and letting me watch.
15. A hugeee box of chocolates, considering I would be braces-free. :D
14. Something pink and purple.
13. Something to write on, like a huge colourful notepad.
12. A day basically filled with surprises.
11. A note under the pillow when I wake up. A text would work too. :/
10. A bunch of colourful balloons. :D
9. A song dedication.
8. A new gadget.
7. Something which has memories associated with it.
6. Haven't heard someone play a guitar in a while.
5. A poster.
4. Something perfect. Or very close to it.
3. A guardian angel.
2. A slap in the face for anyone who tries to be a drama king/queen, and not by me.
1. Him.

Yes, I live in a fairy tale. :P

Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 28, 2012 at 11:13 AM

    what u plan to do with colorful balloons......planning to fly..... "UP" :D

    ReplyDelete
  2. Ishita (Ishi)April 28, 2012 at 9:54 PM

    Yesh yesh, eggjactly that! :P

    ReplyDelete

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