Happy Birthday to you!

Last night, my eldest bro called me. During these days, he was quite busy with his work and other thingys. So we had been out of contact for some time. By the time he called me, I was a bit fierce and just retorted with balky answers. But, he kept tolerate on me and didn’t scold me at all. I became a bit blur blur. And how come.. huhh?? I use to be afraid of him cos of his straight face mahh.. He questioned me what day tomorrow would be. I simply replied “Friday lorr”. He asked again.. I said, “Feb 13”. Then, he puzzled me whether I could tell what that day would be. I had no idea on the spot.
After that, he didn’t say anything else and just sent an email to me. When I read it.. ohh.. no! I should die! U know, tomorrow is our General Aung San’s birthday. No wonder.. that’s why purposely, he was asking me like that.
What can I do for our Nation’s Father?? Umm… let me see.. nothing special!! Anyway, I could think of one thing and so just tried to translate what my bro passed to me. Then, I gave a trial on making a short vid for the song that I received from one of my siss. Actually, we had learnt it when we were in primary 1 or 2.. I’m not sure, forgot already. :P It was one of the poems from our school text book. It’s also a kinda rhyme lahh..

Thank you, General Aung San!
I give you a bow and my lit’ gawky poem as my birthday present for this year…

It was thirteen Feb
General Aung San was inbred
In Nineteen fifteen, the year
Son of U Phar, the lawyer
“Natmauk” city,
Where he was a baby,
Of State “Magwe”,
Still well known today.
Gutsy, gutsy Martyr
Son of great, great mother
Named “Daw Su”… “Daw Su”.
Nineteen forty seven,
When he bought the farm.
Every July nineteen,
We cried out with languishing
He is the Father
Father of our Nation,
Gave of value injunction.
We never slight…
Of his socialism oversights!