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Sunday, May 8, 2011



Hi. It's 9th of May 2011 and I wanna dedicate this special post to my adored yet nuisance boyfriend, Abdul Haqim Bin Nasirun. Hi baby. Probably you'll be reading this sooner or later. Happy 18th Birthday. You're old enough to buy yourself a pack of SG cigarette. muahaha. Motorcycle license. Wow. For the past 3 birthday (sec 2 till now), I can see changes in you. Both physically and mentally. You've grown bigger and wiser with your words. The past two weeks staying at 148, you really showed me what kind of a son you are. A brother you are. An uncle you are. Not that I do not know all that but your growing has really made me proud to know you. I've seen the pain you went through over the 18 years. The stories you've told me about your background from the day we were officially together, is already part of my memory. Girls, they remember every single details. cheayy. nahh.. moving on. . The stories we shared when you were little. I remember the clip that your mum showed me when you were around 2 years old. How adorable, baby. I'm sorry if I weren't much of a girlfriend towards ya. I expect too much and I feel like as though I'm spoiled at times. Truth is, I had never met any guy like you. Any girl would wanna date if they really know you. Your mum must have been proud of you. So as your friends. We all are proud of you, B. However, I know something bitter will come your way. I won't say much coz for sure, you need your space. When that time comes, not to worry dear, I'll be there when you need me. You're the best, baby. Once again, Happy 18th Birthday, love.

-There's more to come.