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Due to some sickness and havent had enough sleep for four days, my eyebags were like a sachet of coins.

But still, it worth it. Priceless. Like some credit card`s stupid commercial advertisements.

Thanks for visiting me, mate.

This one day, someone knocked on my door. It was kind of weird because it has been so long since people came to my house and knocked that heavily.

So I opened the door and I was so shocked to see her. That someone was an old friend of mine. I stared her for a while. Then after a minute or two of "Hellos and Greets", I invited her to come into my house. She did not speak that much.

She sat quietly on the sofa while I sat on the floor. She started to ask about how am I doing now, to break the ice. I was still in the full shock mode but I pretended to act normally so that I could treat her very well. An old friend, of course. I dont want her to see that I have changed so much.

Weird enough, if I tell you that I have only met her only twice before this. I firstly met and knew her during my days after quitting from Maktab Rendah Sains Mara school. and secondly during the days when I got expelled from Matriculation.

Twice but yet she had been so close with me since then. I covered my weird feelings with a smile. And this is for the third times I am meeting her.

The third weird times.

I told her everything. She was a bit angry with me because I quitted from the UiTM last year, maybe, based on her expression.

Then she grabbed my head and whispered these words to my ears :

"Give something a chance. Give future a chance. Give past a chance."

That words shadowed enough, but I understand that.

Without any last words, she went out from my house. Gone.

Sorry I forgot to tell you about her name. For sure, her name iss not John Lennon, because she is a female while Lennon is a male, and she has never mentioned "Give peace a chance".

She introduced herself to me as "Hope" during the first day we met. and I believe that is her name.

and I dont have her Maxis number. *sigh*

Measurements.

I wondered why 1 kilometer is equal to 1000 meter.
I wondered why 1 kilogram is equal to 1000 gram.

I wondered how did the Hang Tuah`s era people could profound the lucky phenomenon that results to a certain formula that "that is that". How did they know about "kati", "depa", "kangkang kera", or even the "saat" and others. ah crap. In fact, I am not that Alborat Einstein modernized version to explain why the blackhole equals to the formula :