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it's took forever not open this blog. don't do anything to this blog, neither write nor read something.
i get massage, "Azka, let's start to publish your story, share to us here!" And i think about this blog, besides my tumblr.
first looked at it, I am surprised with something that I wrote 3 years ago. about how lucky my life is, thanks to God. TKIT Nurul Islam-SDIT Nurul Islam-SMP N 8 Yk-SMA N 3 YK and now... Osawatomie High School USA.

I wanna cry if I remember this, cry how God really loves me and I don't give God any feedback-none.

the simple thing that I can do to show my freaking thanks to everything that i got are through this blog, I hope I can share every detail that I've been through here in USA.

love you God, my lovely parents, friends, and Guilfoyle Family :D

-amen-
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