pisceans
I don’t believe in birthdays. Not really. Though lately, under the Piscean sign, a number of close-to-my-heart people are celebrating their birthdays.
Happy Birthday Koochi who turns 26 next month.
“Sloanely without you.”
Happy Birthday Guppy who doesn’t want guppies for her birthday and now I need to find a new owner for that tankful of guppies.
Happy Birthday Adele (My Number One pretty Face) whose pretty face is going to be all over the island soon.
Happy Birthday Ron (Jun Nan) who understands why Jolie is perfect and will be selfless and let me marry the woman who plays with knives (should we meet one in the future).
The many Pisceans who torture me in their own way.
But still, I love them dearly.
I haven’t had a decent birthday in quite a while.
The last time I had a truly happy birthday was back in 2003, happy daze days.
(Piscean) Ex girlfriend of that time did go through the trouble to make sure the people we love were there along with the sumptuous dinner she whipped up.
Those WERE the days when I filled my days with lettuccino and punggol nasi lemak and resided mostly in Serangoon Gardens.
Conflicting food choices.
In a way, I miss those days.
Not so much the ex girlfriend, just the people we were surrounded with and the jokes that are forever etched in my memories.
Gawd, the jokes that changed our lives.
“Ha her hee ha”, “CATCH-UP!”, “Why you beat me? Why you beat me?”.
Happy Daze days classics.
‘Cos it’s her birthday tomorrow.
This one’s for her.
The one whom I thought was my sun once upon a time.
The one who gave me happy daze days.
“With lots of love for the somebody who helped me discover my soul that much more…”
- S.G
February 28, 2008 at 8:04 pm
Falling in love with a piscean, is like a TATTOO on your skin. When you decide on etching it, you felt for it, the emotions and the rush swirling in you, it indeed grows on you. Yet one day, you find that the design may not suit you anymore, but yet the ink stays, it can’t be a blank canvas no more, things aint’ the same as before. And like a tattoo, it stays, be it you like it or not.
Loving a piscean, cuts right into your heart, simply cause we make it that way. We believe love should ache, we believe life is not a plateau. We create havocs for the sake of living, and enjoying it, and admit it, thats why you linger around a piscean. Cause you love the chaos too.
Saying goodbye to a piscean, would be like laser removing your tattoo, and getting off a roller coaster ride. Looking at the keloid left behind you know the memory is still there, and in fact it’s probably still beneath that skin. Walking away from the ride, you can’t help but have a yearning for that excitement again yet mixed with dilemma of phobia facing it.
That’s for knowing, having loved, and living around pisceans for you.
Love,
Piscean Ron.