Read me like an open book

C. Low wants me to write something that I have not told the gals before. I thought about it and I realised that there seemed to be nothing I have not told them. They even knew about that embarassing incident when I was in elementary school, where I lost control of my bowels. What else do they not know? Indeed, I share many things about myself with friends. Virtually everything - from real happenings to birthday wishes. However, at the back of my mind, I have this thought that if you leaked your wishes to a third party (in my case, is many many parties), they will not come true. I have no idea where this thought comes from. Was it from Granny? Or a fairy-godmother who appeared in my dreams when I was little? Or maybe my favourite Japanese female lead said it in some romance melodrama? I can't recall. Nevertheless, this Leak-Your-Wishes-And-They-Will-Not-Come-True doctrine has proven itself on me. None that I have wished for thus far comes true - everything from meeting my prince charming to having a more humane boss. I think I will further attest to this theory. I will make a wish and not tell anyone. Maybe I will have better luck this time. Maybe... Please do me a favour. If I ever have the slightest intention or inclination to reveal something to you, stuff into my mouth whatever that your hands can get hold of (ahem, something that will not kill though) or simply knock me out. And so here I go wishing for...