Happy Birthday to Me

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Yeayy!! Alhamdulillah
So, it's my birthday today! I'm officially 18 years old now. I'm getting older now. But nevermind, age is just a number. Thank you so much for all my birthday e-mails, calls, texts, and wishes. I always so overwhelmed with the people in my life on my birthday hehehe. I can feel it - 18 is going to be an age of immense development and fun! I am so excited.
Thank you guys,you're all such an amazing.

I got suprise party from my friends.. Thank you guys, you're all such an amazing friends. Although maybe I can't spell it in front of you, really I got touched by your care. A present is a care and love that sent unspoken.

I wish all the best, I wish could be much better than before. I wish could be more mature.
I wish my dreams come true. I wish Allah always bless me and every steps that I make. Make my parents proud of me.


Goodbye 17 and thank you for being as rewarding as you were difficult.
 Hello 18! I am excited to meet you..

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