Gratitude

My current mood is as the title depicts.

It is the holidays, friends are available and jolly, and the weather agreeable as a whole. I am helping my parents to teach some of their classes, and like I said, teaching is something in me, and it makes me happy at times. Of course lar, both of my parents are tuition teachers what. Lol.

I will really loved to answer those who are asking me what am I doing now with this: I am happily waiting for my results, stress on 'happily' .

I entered the nasi kandar shop last night, looking for the two of my friends, and saw them sitting at a table with a girl, back facing me. Her contour was unfamiliar, though an attractive one, with her hair tied up in a high and light ponytail, revealing her fair skin at the back of her neck.

I walked up to them and looked at her. Sensing my puzzlement, or perhaps doubting it, one of them told me her identity, and I realised with a laugh inward. The hottest girl in school, not my school, but the hottest anyway, and I forgot about her.

Upon the revelation of her identity, I sat down and started to compare her present countenance with the one in my memory bank. I understand why she escaped first instance recognition: she looked much older, more reserved, and tired. Even her beauty was increased in the matured manner, free of the schoolgirl aura I remembered.

I was rather pleased that she could still remember me. The most I had with this missy was a tuition class together, with her in front and me the middle row. The four of us talked and chatted about each other. Our conversation was carried out with my playing the quiet one, as my friends were better acquainted with her.

It turned out that she was no longer studying, having got her diploma. She works now, traveling between home and places for them. The best I can convey is that she lives in a different world now, the bigger one. It is rather difficult to talk to someone from a different and, supposedly, lower world. The questions are answered awkwardly and the feeling is never pleasant. After telling us that she had broke up with her boyfriend, who was our friend, she excused herself and joined her parents.

The three of us were left speechless for a while, deep in thought and reminiscence. One commented that since she is already working, there is a strange feeling about her, as if we are kids in her eyes. One said that she had never been the book-type, and it is probably why she is where she is today. After a pause, he added that people who are good academically are not necessarily good people too. Which left us all in a solemn and pondering mood again.

Memories, sparse ones, returned to me that night. I thought about her, and I thought about funny life. There is a sense of regret and reminiscence, when eventually, theories evolved and apply themselves in real-life situations. It is easy and convenient to put them forward, but the application is cruel and never simple. Perhaps the reason for such pondering is her stunning beauty; it is much easier to dismiss a plain girl. But that will change soon enough, beauty will be a liability, or something less, and more eternal things will preserve, until everything returns to dust.