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Well, yesterday on July 2nd, I was turning 21! Hmmph, what can I say?
I just feel lucky, cos I always surrounded by people whom I really love and admire, and most of all, they love me too :)
That's the greatest feeling in the world. ^^
Being 21... Nothing special, instead I've to be more responsible to myself, to my future, to my family, cos I already 21 now and I'm ashamed cos I haven't achieve anything special through my whole life ;(
My wishes are ..................................................................... (psst that's a huge secret!!!)


I've got three celebrations.
  • Glosis (with my BF) 020708
  • Laos (with my BFF) 030708
There was an interesting story at Laos. I dined there with my mates, and they brought me a cake (thanks!!). When they sang a "happy birthday" song to me, few strangers who sit in front of us was singing that too. They're from Netherlands, very kind people, and they pray for me too!! So I slice my cakes and gave it to them. One of them ask me to took a picture with him, and I couldn't help but say yes. LOL.
  • Atmosphere (with my family) 060708


Anyway, seriously, I really have a great time on my birthday. Thank you thank you thank you once again for all your greetings, your wishes, your cakes, your gifts, your prays, and all!! I really really appreciate it.


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siz said…
hey!!
happy birthday to you!!
wish u all the best!!
may all ur dreams come true..
GBU alwez!!
July 7, 2008 at 10:49 PM
Intan Juliana said…
Thanks yah Sis ^^

GBU too. Hehehe
July 8, 2008 at 11:36 PM
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