I was highly worried that I would be regretted after deciding not to take Senior 3,
and now the worry is taking place.
Last night when I was casually limteh-ing with my homies who are still studying Senior 3,
they talked about how crazy they had been doing in class, how unforgettable Senior 3 life would be, how proud they finally had the chance to put on the significant tie, how happy they had been.
Plus I have spent quite a lot of time with my Senior 2 classmates lately,
and it has always successfully reminded me our joyful time together.
The night in Melaka when we cried like babies, like the world was going to end, like we couldn't live without each other.
I wish I could spend a fortune to buy a day that, 47 of us come back to the memorable class and have one-day lesson, just like the old times.
It would be so beautiful.
Indescribably beautiful.
They say money cannot buy happiness, it is so right.
They also say you will meet your truest friends in high school, this is righter than the previous statement.
But the thing is, what is past is past,
part of me still deeply understands that, if I was still in high school, I wouldn't have known the amazing friends that I'd made in college, I wouldn't have the chance to enjoy the relaxation I had been appreciating.
They say everything with a good side has a bad side too, I guess it's kinda right too.
This is life choice, when you decide to get something, you will lose the thing you might love at the expense of getting your wishes.
Life would be good if you could get everything you want.
They say nostalgia is a bitch, it is completely right at this moment.
Everything seems so right today, apart from the decisions that I have made throughout my life.
*A very impromptu and quick update, please forgive me for the incoherence.