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 be with them like before. The regret of not being able to undergo all those past experiences again. Yes, I regret the fact that I could not play around with them like before at this moment, and I regret the fact that I could not travel through time. I regret the reality that it is all beyond my power. I guess, in the end, we all move on, and we all forget.

I also bumped to an old female acquaintance. I'm always quite fond of her. She's a very nice person. I would like to get along more with her one day. Or maybe not. Who knows.

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