To a friend of Mine

On eighteenth April nineteen ninety-nine,

Your were vouchsafed with life.

Covered in blood,

Interconnecting via the cord,

They were and are the best metaphors

Of your parents' never ending devotion and love that run all along.

You grew up,

From a toddler in diapers

to a kid in 7-colors shirts,

And you grew up,

until the day you didn't like to eat lollipops and candies anymore,

until the day you replaced Slurpee with Americano.

Your life is still loading,

Like the bar you see

on your computer every time before the game starts,

and it is now a nineteen percent done.

Life,

It

can be the bumpiest road

can be the 6pm dim street

can be the disco-light dance floor

or can be the raindrops on the window.

How is this related to your birthday afterall.

You see,

on the 18th day of April,

You turn 19.

Looking at these two consecutive numbers,

You should buy the lottery.

Don't forget me when you win.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MISS ARIES.

Xin Yee Goh

15th April 2018