Speak of the Past
It's really 2 years too late. I just realized that I should have claimed my SPM and PMR certificate long ago. So, with the encouragement of my classmate and friend, I went to pick them up today. It took us a while, but the old lady was so sweet and patient. She helped us find all the forgotten serial numbers and stuff. As I was turning all the stained old papers printed with our names and exam numbers, I could not help but stare at my old classmates's names. I felt really nothing at first, when I was searching for my exam number for SPM, but when I searched for my PMR exam number, with all the pages worn and blacken with time, I felt this sort of painful nostalgic feeling. Especially when I saw their names. Really, I never expected to feel such sadness. When I recall all the past things that I've been through with all my classmates and friends, I feel regret. Not the sort of regret of 'if only...' or 'what if...', but rather the regret of not being able to...