Poppest Pops

He's the man. Who answers every questions I asked. Even it's too silly, or too hard.
He's the man. Who always helps me cut my fringe.
He's the man. Who cooks as well as a professional chef.
He's the man. Who knows many things another father doesn't.
He's the man. Who makes me laugh even when he's not joking.
He's the man. Who acts like a normal man. Even I knew he's even wiser than he looks.
He's the man. Who has a good taste for food. But not for clothes.
He's the man. Who always looks fine. Even actually he smokes a lot.
He's my role model. The man I believe the most in this entire world.

He's the man. Who always sticks a paper on the wall with greetings on it in the morning on his children's birthday, so we can read it right after we wake up. I really wanted to do that but he wasn't home from yesterday. I planned to make a list, titled "The 50 Things Your Daughter Want You To Be", but I didn't make it for some reasons.

So, dad... This is your 50th birthday but I did nothing to you. It should've been a special day for you, but I hope just simple-but-priceless warm wishes from me & other peeps can make it special for you. Keep rocking, pops! I wish you a healthier years ahead (this one will come true without smoking, pops, note that).

Keep those cool mustaches, pops! It's gewwwd.

Happy Your Day, Pops!
December 30, 2010