There was a loud popping sound as I twisted open the cap of the bottle of mineral water inside my bag. I was very much surprised about the sound, especially because I was then watching CSI: Crime Scene Investigation on Channel 23 and I was alone in the house. Could it be that the bottled water contained impurities? Could it be that water bottling stations are not safe?
Then I remembered, I finished off the water contained in the bottle last Thursday and when I was about to go home by 7 pm, I replaced its contents with the last remaining 200 ml of Sprite which we had during our office meeting. It has been three days and I forgot all about it until now. The popping sound proved the carbon dioxide or spirits of the soda were still intact, and so I drank the liquid from the bottle. Interestingly, the liquid was warm but still had the taste of pale softdrink.
After putting back its cap, I then put the plastic bottle down and continued to watch television. But when I looked back at the plastic bottle, it was swaying. Could it be that a genie was inside the plastic bottle? Pardon me, LMS (last movie syndrome) I suppose as I have watched Alladin with my nephews and nieces last Monday.
I reached at the nearby electric fan and pressed the 0 button to put it off. With the air not circulating in the room, I began to feel the warmth of the cement floor. The plastic bottle was slightly tilted to one side, and so I picked it up.
I carefully studied the plastic bottle: the previously-depressed base was now rounder and protruding which caused it to become unsteady and tilt to one side; the bottle itself has become plump, and the curves were not prominent anymore unlike before.
I reset the electric fan to speed number 2 and went back to watching television. But then I thought, what if there was a real genie in the bottle? (And I swallowed it???) What would have I wished for?
As I was thinking about what my wishes would have been, Grissom was being encouraged to talk more about his dog which he thinks might be reflecting his (Grissom’s) mood. It’s mother’s day and I was thinking about my own mother for the past few days (weeks or months even)… I really miss her, and so does my family! (I just hope I could be more open about it as Grissom’s character is being encouraged to.)
Now about the wishes, I wished every mother feel the love of their children and their family even for just one hour, that would not be asking too much, isn’t it? My second wish is for tomorrow (May 10, 2010), we would have an honest, orderly and peaceful election. The third wish would be for the elected government officials to be able to lead our nation to progress, to alleviate poverty and promote justice and lasting peace.
Then suddenly I realized I had no wish for myself… I thought maybe I could just fuse the second and third wish into Wish No. 2 and have the third wish for myself. Hmmm….
Haha, what was I thinking? Maybe, the remaining gas from the stale softdrink had just kicked in. So, I went back to watching how the CSI detectives were able to catch the serial killer who models his victims into art pieces. Meantime, I would be keeping the plastic bottle for now; perhaps as an evidence for this post. Or maybe as an art piece?