It's 5:40 pm according to my PC clock (probably 30 mins advance as usual), a Wednesday afternoon, with nothing to think about but basic math, science and business facts and some basic accounting to get me through my exam. Not to mention that the entire metropolis is under floodwater because of the incessant heavy rain that plagued us from early morning up to now (except here in our little street in Malabon, if you can believe that we never experienced flooding in the 15 years that we lived here), and I'm suddenly making a wish list.
I wish...
...That all Embassies approve tourist visas just because you wrote a five-page essay on why you want to travel to their country
...It's raining good-looking, single, and available MEN instead (hopefully, when it rains, it pours...)
...I have enough money to travel to my heart's content and bring home souvenirs from each country
...I'm a writer, firing up everyone's imagination with my crazy thoughts and not with my highfalutin words
...That I'll pass the exam with flying colors (Yeah, just like to put that in, can't resist)
...That I'm already teaching kindergarten children how to read, starting with 'Velveteen Rabbit' to 'Hope for the Flowers'
...I'm mingling with athletes at Athens right about now, the swimmers, the volleyball players, the tennis players
...I can wear a two-piece skimpy bikini on my next trip to Boracay or Palawan without scaring the other beachgoers
...That I'm cool, and confident about taking exams and not the wreck I'm in right now
...That Daniel Radcliffe is right about my age and single and is one of my guy buddies (okay, okay, couldn't resist! No more impossible wishes as there's no genie granting impossible wishes anyway!)
...That I can write about better topics in this blog than list down my impossible wishes
...That I'm waiting for my boyfriend to arrive at the house to eat dinner with my family (boyfriend first before I can wait...tee hee, but why not hit two birds with one wish?)
...That my hair is long and straight but not limp, I don't want limp hair. I want Lindsay Lohan hair.
...That I'll take a bath soon, because I'm feeling unusually lazy and am not looking forward to showering while cold air is drifting in from the bathroom windows.
...I can excel at even one Olympic sport, just enough to say that I'm fit and I'm good at that sport. I'm such a klutz that this wish is right up there with my Dan wish.
...That I'll realize that wishing is not that bad, it gives one hope. But it's not that good either, for we can't really rely on Fate or good luck alone or even hope for a genie to make our wishes come true.
Hmmm, hopefully, I didn't wish anything I might regret wishing, because you know what they say, be careful what you wish for, it might come true.
(Yipee! World, here I come...a teacher travelling with Harry Potter)
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