I browsed through my high school photo albums recently and I couldn’t help feeling a pang of nostalgia. I think each one of us used to have a ’sense of belonging’ to a certain ‘gang’ during high school.

I’ve compiled a scrapbook-like photo album back then to keep all my high school pictures. It always brings back happy memories browsing through the pages. These are the people with whom I grew up together and they are the ones with whom I can identify part of myself. They are the ones with whom I shared my secret crushes and the ones with whom I laughed and shed tears.Our group was known as one of the noisiest in the school and ironically, one with the highest numbers of prefects in class. We used to get complaints from the school principal as her office was just below our classroom. I think we were the ones who broke the school rules most often by conversing in our mother tongue all the day amongst ourselves although we were supposed to uphold the school rules by ’setting examples’ of speaking only English or Malay. *cough*
There was this trip to Port Dickson where we all shared a room and had our first ’sleep over’ together. I think we talked and laughed and took pictures that we’ve almost forgotten to sleep at all. I still keep in touch with some of them but sadly I’ve lost contact with the other half of those in my class. I really hope to be able to catch up with everyone of them one day. Above all, I like this picture the best. We were so care free, innocent, happy and free of any worries. Ah, I miss those days.