10 i wishes. I wish I were a writer or a poet perhaps.
I wish that beautiful verses spewed out of my brains faster than I could capture it with a pen and paper. Then I’d be writing about love and hope and peace and joy and families and courage and faith and all things good. They’ll call me idealistic, a foolish optimist blinded by my ignorance. But I wouldn’t mind.

I wish my life were television show that I could write and direct and rewind and undo every time things didn’t go the way I like, or if I needed to see what would happen if I made some other choice. If only I could add and take out characters as I pleased, change the settings and situation if I got bored. If only I could live my life as a bystander.

I wish I could have some kind of guarantee that things will turn out fine. That everything is going to turn out exactly as it’s supposed to be. Then I’d really know that I’ve been worrying for nothing.

I wish I could read people’s minds. Then I’ll know how to act and the right words to say. I’d know who to keep beside me and who to shun.

I wish there were a perfect solution to every problem, labeled and categorized alphabetically so that I may carry around wherever I went.

I wish there were no such thing as insecurities and self doubt. They are truly crippling.

I wish I knew Oprah personally.

I wish I were a spice girl back when they were huge.

I wish that proper toilet facilities were invented before the kampong days so that I can wish that I lived back in the kampong days.  ¶ 9:47 AM