Secondary school class gathering on Friday night, which I somehow managed to end up planning and coordinating by myself... I found out it's not just my JC friends who have trouble coming to appointments on time - ended up waiting with one or two other suckers for more than an hour at Orchard (a horrible place that I'd rather not be at).. all thanks to the ubiquitious handphone.. "hallo will be 15 mins or so late".. people seem to take it as a go-ahead to take their time and subsequently take forever and a day to turn up. Of course perhaps this is all small stuff when I recall that everyone and everyone didn't bother to reply the postings to the yahoo gorup in the first place and start shooting me questions (some on the day itself, no less) "who's coming? what time?"

And at the end of it all, I must have spoken barely ten lines throughout the entire night (including the hi,s and bye's).. and realized how little, of even any, of my secondary school life I recalled. I seemed to be an outsider as I sat down at the dinner table, and later nostalgically at Dome at the old SJI, as my friends regaled each other with memories of all the naff stuff they and our fellow classmates did in school: smoking in the toilets (smoking?), dismantling OHPs (really?), stripping my classmates after every PE class and getting teachers in on the action (I just sat at the back and read) and my classmates running out on the field in their briefs, calling the Ministry of the Environment and having the canteen closed for fumigation and what-not for a week (I ate lunchboxes), crawling in chemistry labs (I wasn't really late), writing porno stories for english class and seeing the discipline mistress (who?), taking big sticks and jabbing people in the ass (short-sighted probably missed it), throwing medicine and basketballs at crap PE teachers (I just stayed at the back), dangy rooms on geography field trips to Malaysia (I didn't take it), strict teachers in tight cheongsams (did I notice?), going into the classroom via the windows to get footballs (it seemed a bit too dangerous for my liking)... and so much more. And I barely remembered any of them. They even remembered index numbers and class seating positions! Of course, there were no stories for me... but I tried to be happy, all the same.