A birthday after another one. This time it's my father's ** birthday. See, I so considerate to not put your age on my post. Thank you for everything you've given me. Its so much, I don't know where and how to count.(actually i know duhh 1 2 3 4 but too much kay!) From money, to polo tees, to phones, to wallets, to pens, to shirts, to pants, to rebonding my hair and lots more. But the only thing you want in return is for me to get good grades.
I know, I've been disappointing you again and again with my unbelievable grades since I was primary five. But, heyy, today is your birthday okay, and today is really special for you, so don't make anyone try to ruin it for you, because today is your day! Today was the day you was brought into the world. As I'm writing this, you are at the Ungu concert with Ibu. I really hope I can make you happy by getting good grades. Just wait and see.
Im really happy for what you've did for me. Sometimes, you go great lengths for me. I remembered, when getting my PSLE results, I told you to not get high hopes, because the least I could get was 180. When I got it back, and when I turned around, I saw your hopeful face, you were standing and looking hopefully at me. You were the only one standing, I can see the anxiousness in your eyes and face expression. Omg, am I writing a compo here? -.-. Then, you were so happy that I got 230 while my sister shove it in my face cos' she got 8 marks higher(wtvvvvvv). Thanks Abah for everything you did to me. No amount of words can appreciate it.
Remember, today is your day. Nobody can ruin it for you.
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