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Sleepover nya dah lama lepas, tapi aku rasa kena gak tulis kat sini sebab It's a wonderful memory. it came in, dalam tengah-tengah aku dalam mode 'pengasingan diri' tu. It's just a simple sleepover. Kan my friend? Tidoq rumah Syira. Aku takda apa-apa expected things to do, no expectation. I'm just again, trying out the theory of  ''not having any expectation and you'll get the happiest things happen to you'' . this is nothing. but it'll bring enormous maksud pada kau la kawan :) as much as it did to me. Kau always be there. Kau tak tau ke kau cantik ? Aku macam, asyik cakap kau have nice hair and all, but if only aku boleh buat kau duduk belakang tabir mata aku, and see you as a human , just macam tu, and finds that you incredibly amazes me, macam mana ? Kau hebat la kawan. Kau shake aku yang nampak kukuh padahal orang gelar kau fragile. You are. but I'll always be there jadi kawan kuatkan kau . Aku memang looki...

"Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.. Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the...