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Joyeux anniversaire, Shiddiq.

Oke, straight to the title, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Muhammad Shiddiq Nabawi! Wish you all the best ya! Wish you the best of wishes! Wish you the strength to keep on smiling in this harsh world, simply wish you the best of the best :-)

It’s been 15 years now since you were borned. Quite a journey, isn’t it? Now, my only question is, what have you done to the world?

It’s your 15th year in this world. What have you done? What have you created? What can I expect from you? I hope you have done a lot because…….. Yeah, I’m counting on you.

I know it’s been one of those insane years with all that craps. I know, diq. I know, the point is, have you learned anything from those problems? Have you? Because the essence of every problem you have is going to make you a more-mature-adult. Hey, I can say that you’re an adult, right? Welcome to the real world, silly.

I remember the year when I was 14th. Oke. That problem about being alone, being unwanted and bla bla bla. It was pathetic. I know that now. But since it’s my way for being mature…………. It’s been forgiveable.

Being alone? Yes, I love being alone. Because when you’re alone, there’s certain feeling that you couldn’t find when you’re in a crowded place. Being alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely, underline it. I just love separating myself because sometimes I need me-time. Only me, myself, and I.

Being unwanted? This is the real problem. I hate this feeling when I was with you guys. I feel like the only person in the world who couldn’t anything. I admit, I was kinda stupid in sport-_- or online gaming, or this or that. Yeah, that lack of skills make me feel so small. Like I’m worthless. I think I just overreacting, right? Please, don’t waste this year with such a feeling. It drives me so crazy.

I don’t care anymore for being unwanted. Because I know, someday, whenever, wherever, there’s at least one person who needed me the most. I believe.

I can’t define myself now, seriously. I hope this year would be one of those unforgetable years. I don’t care if they didn’t remember. As long as there’s one person who still remembered it, it’s fine.

Last Word, Joyeux anniversaire, Shiddiq.

p.s. wish me luck for the latUs. Make it easy, ok?