It's time of the year again for our Old Xaverian Association annual dinner. In spite of my early 4.00pm departure from SP to avoid the traffic jam on the Prai side of
When I arrived at the hotel later the 'car park full' sign was blocking the entrance. A guard indicated an alternative parking space a bit further down the road on a vacant field next to the
We found we were the first to arrive at our table, followed by Gaik Im, the only rose among thorns at our table. This bubbly lady got here all the way from
There was Chin Kong back from
We were treated to the usual 8 course dinner complete with lucky draws offering prizes in cash and kind. To round off the evening, our vice-president got on the stage with the band and gave us his version of 'Secret Love'. We assumed he wasn't singing about his personal life at this age. The guys decided that 10.15 pm was too early for them to crawl off home to bed. They were just warming up and wanted to shift the party to another venue. For me, I've had enough to last me till next year. It felt great to sit among old friends and yak away the night, and I would have loved to continue but my neck wasn't really up to it yet. I decided to call it a day, thinking about the usual jam in
This was my 2nd attendance in this annual dinner and to think that I haven't seen some of these guys for more than 35 years. Except for some receding, greying or missing hairlines, thicker glasses or reading glasses where there were none before, nothing much has changed over the years. These guys still tried to insult each other without anyone taking any offence for that matter. In spite of the din going on all around, this gathering was to me, to sum up in one word: nostalgic. Looking forward to next year and I hope to see more new (old) faces showing up.