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Be Unstoppable in 2019

Of-course, I can’t FORGET THIS – “Season Greetings” to everyone who has been laughing despite our dry jokes in the course of 2018. And most importantly, those that laugh so hard even before we say the jokes and of-course those who don’t bother to read them. 

WISHING YOU ALL A PROSPEROUS 2019 AND BEYOND.

The catch here is to say a big “Thank You” to GBG, I mean the “gods (G) behind (B) GBG (G)” and am sure you’ll know that means Google Business Group (GBG) – Our beautiful and phenomenal Erica Hanson & Gene Seow. In 14 Languages: English– Thank you, Thanks; Spanish– Gracias; French– Merci (Thank you very much= Merci Beaucoup); Italian– Grazie; Japanese– (Domo) Arigato (ah-ree-gah’-toh) or written ありがとう; Chinese– do jeh, daw-dyeh; German– Danke sehr; Thai– Khop Khun Mak Kha; Russian– Spasiba (spah-see’-boh); Korean– written 감사합니다 gamsahabnida; Icelandic– Takk; Hawaiian– Mahalo; Hebrew– Toda (toh-dah’); Greek– Efharisto (ef-har-ris-tou’). #GBG #GBGAbuja #Google

Now the next catch, you can check out these 2 hashtags #GirlWithGuts and #47thNationalDayUAE – that is Sheetal Misthi, she said “When his PA escorted Me to Sheikh Mohammed bin Saud Al Qassimi, the new Crown Prince and ruler of Ras Al Khaimah”. Let me summarize what I heard she said - “Be Unstoppable in 2019”. #BeUnstoppable

CONNECT . INFORM . INSPIRE





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