I hope you are reading this on the night of your birthday because this is where your birthday “message” is going to be published apparently.
Obviously, since your birthday “message” is written on my blog, it won’t be a message anymore but a short story since I think I’m a better storyteller than a note writer. First of all, let me wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Isn’t it cool! We can spend 7 months together hanging out as 20 year-old kids.
So let me begin by telling you a story of a little girl. Seventeen is an important milestone in this kid’s life. It is the age when she finally rebelled, attended her dream College, met a guy she fell head over heels for and also met new friends in which some would end up to be her soul mates. One thing about this little girl, she hated Economics with all her heart. Not only did she bore nasty feelings towards it, she flunked it so badly that the teacher had to resort to giving her pity marks so as to not award her with a big fat zero. With such pitiful grades, she was sent for Economics group tuition by her loving parents.
The first lesson was terrible. She felt alone; everyone seemed to have come with a friend, except her. To make things worse, she could not understand a single word the tutor said. It was as though he was speaking French, German and Japanese all jumbled in a sentence. After the first lesson, as she made her way home, she silently prayed, “Please let the second lesson be better.”
God was kind to her. A miracle did happen on the second lesson. As usual, this little girl chose a seat to distance herself from the crowd. The tutor hummed on during the lesson and the little girl soon drifted to her world. But this lesson was different because on that day, another loser (LOL!) who also failed Economics, attended this class. This loser was an Indian Pisces girl. This loser was hell irritating. She barged into the little girl’s world demanding for past notes, which the little girl didn’t have. It was only her second lesson, dude!
Let’s just skip the nitty gritty details. The two girls soon became friends, close friends in fact. Economics tuition became a joy more than a bore. I would think they are predestined to be friends because destiny seems to intertwine the two girls’ fates together. The little girl met this loser at her research opening ceremony and now they are even in the same University.
Do you believe in horoscopes? Because it is written in the stars that Libra (the horoscope of the little girl) and Pisces (the horoscope of the loser) make very good friends. When the little girl has any wild movie-making ideas, the Pisces (I will be nice and stop calling you loser) would be eager to go along her new friend, supporting her along the way. The little girl may seem modest on the outside, but she enjoys recognition and Pisces is contented with taking the passenger seat (and being a mere assistant director). So I guess this makes an amiable partnership.
Although the little girl may appear to take Pisces for granted, she actually feels rather fortunate to have Pisces have a friend. Pisces is always there to listen to the little girl’s rants when things get a little too horrifying. Whenever the little girl did a Chicken Little act and frantically proclaimed “the sky is falling” to God-I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening GYY, Crazy-enough-to-believe-her Cat and whoever that would accept her words as the absolute truth, Pisces is always there to knock some sense and remind her the “sky” is JUST A COCONUT! She was also the shoulder to cry on for every Prisis problem that seemed too big to handle. No wonder she is born under sweetest star sign because Pisces is the supportive best friend, the sensible partner-in-crime, the sensitive listener and…a friend that the little girl now cannot live without. And 20 years ago, on this special day, this Pisces was born to share every pain, tears, sorrow and misery of the little girl. (Sorry, but this little girl’s life is devoid of anything joyful.)
Obviously, since your birthday “message” is written on my blog, it won’t be a message anymore but a short story since I think I’m a better storyteller than a note writer. First of all, let me wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Isn’t it cool! We can spend 7 months together hanging out as 20 year-old kids.
So let me begin by telling you a story of a little girl. Seventeen is an important milestone in this kid’s life. It is the age when she finally rebelled, attended her dream College, met a guy she fell head over heels for and also met new friends in which some would end up to be her soul mates. One thing about this little girl, she hated Economics with all her heart. Not only did she bore nasty feelings towards it, she flunked it so badly that the teacher had to resort to giving her pity marks so as to not award her with a big fat zero. With such pitiful grades, she was sent for Economics group tuition by her loving parents.
The first lesson was terrible. She felt alone; everyone seemed to have come with a friend, except her. To make things worse, she could not understand a single word the tutor said. It was as though he was speaking French, German and Japanese all jumbled in a sentence. After the first lesson, as she made her way home, she silently prayed, “Please let the second lesson be better.”
God was kind to her. A miracle did happen on the second lesson. As usual, this little girl chose a seat to distance herself from the crowd. The tutor hummed on during the lesson and the little girl soon drifted to her world. But this lesson was different because on that day, another loser (LOL!) who also failed Economics, attended this class. This loser was an Indian Pisces girl. This loser was hell irritating. She barged into the little girl’s world demanding for past notes, which the little girl didn’t have. It was only her second lesson, dude!
Let’s just skip the nitty gritty details. The two girls soon became friends, close friends in fact. Economics tuition became a joy more than a bore. I would think they are predestined to be friends because destiny seems to intertwine the two girls’ fates together. The little girl met this loser at her research opening ceremony and now they are even in the same University.
Do you believe in horoscopes? Because it is written in the stars that Libra (the horoscope of the little girl) and Pisces (the horoscope of the loser) make very good friends. When the little girl has any wild movie-making ideas, the Pisces (I will be nice and stop calling you loser) would be eager to go along her new friend, supporting her along the way. The little girl may seem modest on the outside, but she enjoys recognition and Pisces is contented with taking the passenger seat (and being a mere assistant director). So I guess this makes an amiable partnership.
Although the little girl may appear to take Pisces for granted, she actually feels rather fortunate to have Pisces have a friend. Pisces is always there to listen to the little girl’s rants when things get a little too horrifying. Whenever the little girl did a Chicken Little act and frantically proclaimed “the sky is falling” to God-I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening GYY, Crazy-enough-to-believe-her Cat and whoever that would accept her words as the absolute truth, Pisces is always there to knock some sense and remind her the “sky” is JUST A COCONUT! She was also the shoulder to cry on for every Prisis problem that seemed too big to handle. No wonder she is born under sweetest star sign because Pisces is the supportive best friend, the sensible partner-in-crime, the sensitive listener and…a friend that the little girl now cannot live without. And 20 years ago, on this special day, this Pisces was born to share every pain, tears, sorrow and misery of the little girl. (Sorry, but this little girl’s life is devoid of anything joyful.)
Dear Manmitha,
The little girl can’t read your mind. She doesn’t know what you want to see in your birthday message, so just live with this one. There is no “the end” to this story because she believes that there is none in this friendship. There is one thing that this little girl regretted saying and that is to trade you to write herself in somebody’s life. If that ever happens, it is going to live down as her “TOP 10 OMG! What have I done!” moments. Stop being so superstitious and obsess with the right hand/ left hand/ purple crap cos it seriously drives the little girl insane at times. God Bless! And may 20 be the best moment of your life.
With lotsa emo love,
The little girl…
The little girl can’t read your mind. She doesn’t know what you want to see in your birthday message, so just live with this one. There is no “the end” to this story because she believes that there is none in this friendship. There is one thing that this little girl regretted saying and that is to trade you to write herself in somebody’s life. If that ever happens, it is going to live down as her “TOP 10 OMG! What have I done!” moments. Stop being so superstitious and obsess with the right hand/ left hand/ purple crap cos it seriously drives the little girl insane at times. God Bless! And may 20 be the best moment of your life.
With lotsa emo love,
The little girl…
dated 22/02/2011
