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23 January, 2008

Blessed

It has never occurred to me that people actually remembers the date. Wow. That was one of the reasons why I didn't bother to stay up till late 12am last night, just to wait for my cellphone to vibrate. And so I slept around 10pm.

I was having this dream then, which I couldn't exactly remember, when I woke up in a startle. My wristwatch showed 2am in the morning. Curious, I just reached out for my cellphone and God... The screen read 12 unread messages. I just had to slap myself to make sure if it wasn't a dream. And it so wasn't. They actually remembered.

Thanks mum and dad, for remembering your son's birthday.
Thanks Zul and Aidah, for being thoughtful siblings.
Thanks Amira, for representing the madrasah people.
Thanks Kamilliya, for the text version birthday song. Cheers..
Thanks Ella, for dedicating that one whole blog entry for me. Haha..
Thanks Syim, Afiq and all Riversidians, for your best wishes. Wheeew..
Thanks DMAT-ies, for your very cute birthday wishes. Haha..
And thanks Emma, for that birthday gift.. Haha.. Really cute.. Haha..

And finally, thanks everyone who wished..

I just feel so blessed.. Cuwabunga..!

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