There's a sudden twinge of regret. I once had a thought that getting into matriculation was not at all an ecstatic notion, having yourself dwelling in a place where the non-bumis are only of sprinkling amount and the over-exaggerating orientation AJKs that for one moment lifted my expectation and another moment, everything seemed to be grey ashes by counting on the chaos that striked my life.
But as those pictures flashed in front of my eyes, i realised that i had a whale of time with remarkable friends that constantly tickle your stomach besides venturing to numerous places i yearn to go and watching couple by couple emerging blissfully.
You will not get the chance to wear the headscarf (urgh, as if i wanted it).
You will not get the chance to wear those gleaming black boots, marching smugly.
You will not get the chance to visit other matriculation, having durian feast under the brilliant shine of moon.
You will not get the chance to see yourself, Tan Sri Dr. Koh Tsu Koon and other minister, riding a zoo train.
You will not get the chance to venture to the food heaven, Penang! with bunch of ladies and gentlemen.
You will not get the chance to see how pathetic yet earnest KMP guys tackle girls and end up two blissful couples emerging day after day.
You will not get the chance to mingle around with people from all over Malaysia, presenting thier very own quaint dialects.
You will not get the chance to stay in a hostel.
You will not get the chance to learn to speak hampa(Kedah), doug(terengganu), ambo and demo (Kelantan).
You will not get the chance to see yorself, how peaceful is Perlis compared to the concrete jungle Kuala Lumpur.
You will not get the chance to meet remarkable people here, the guys are immensely gentlemen, and the girls here are all brilliant and unique in their own way.
Lastly, you will never feel how i feel now =)
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