thoughts and reflections

sweet memories

I had a relaxing, nevertheless quite an accomplishing weekend. It started with a clearing the desk session, which consists of sorting-out of unread boring bank letters, bull-dozing of numerous god-knows-from-where-they-come-from pamphlets and useless receipts and keeping of all stationeries where they belong.

Then, right at the end of the desk, hidden in a corner, I stumbled on a paper-bag of old school photos, which I have been meaning to sort-out for months. I rummaged through them and soon found myself smiling thinking about the good-silly-old-days in boarding school.

Right from Form One when we introduced ourselves to all the seniors through performing in the traditional Freshie Concert; to Form Two when we have just adjusted to college life of chatting away on someone's bed for hours on a Sunday afternoon; to Form Three when we rallied together to paint backdrops, made props and sewed costumes for the English Drama that brought us closer together; to Form Four when we were just so thrilled to at last be considered a 'senior' - thus could watch tv at the lounge, put our books and elbows on the dining table, organised the House Party and being able to lecture the juniors (i know it was a bit cruel, but you have to understand that at times we really ran out of ideas on what to do on weekends!); and right through to being in Form Five when we were supposedly studying under the corridor lights after lights-off, but ended-up chit-chatting and gigling to the wee hours of the morning.

The thing that touched me the most from going through the photos was how the simplest things used to make us happy - strolling at the courtyard (for fellow TKCians - by this I mean the Square) before dinner, the thrill of hiding with your friends in your pitch-black dorm to escape from a boring talk at the surau, the occasional KFC lunches, a weekly family visit, the pranks we play on juniors.. and teachers on April's Fool, the film-shows on the weekends, the list goes on.

Although we were literally 'trapped' in the strict-ruled college from the outside world - the college grounds, its life, its people and its traditions became our own little world, and I think we loved it!

posted by miss-cream @ 9:41 PM