
      
      Our 8th 
      Reunion was held at King’s Hotel in Havelock Road on 27 July 2003, three 
      months later than originally scheduled because of the SARS outbreak.
      
      
      
      
Despite 
      heavy showers, one by one of our group of 25 septuagenarians strolled into 
      smiling. Discerning body language and animated facial expressions revealed 
      that signs of age have significantly affected some of us by degrees. Was 
      it different in terms of behaviour patterns compared to our last Reunion? 
      Perhaps.
      
      Two proud 
      grandfathers admitted that they had overshot the venue, although they had 
      been there before. Another two complained of poor vision, having given up 
      night driving. Sadly, one could not even recognize himself featured in old 
      Reunion photographs taken in the eighties.
      
      
      
Two 
      others had been hit with “old timer’s disease”, and thus had completely 
      forgotten about the function, despite reminders and the fact they already 
      paid for the dinner. Such is life. The clock ticks on mercilessly …
      
      The famous Penang 
      cuisine at King’s was as usual excellent. The evening also saw the 
      distribution of our Class of ’51 publication, “Sheaf of Memories”, to all 
      present. Casual and serious conversations brought laughter and the ACS 
      Spirit permeated and lingered on throughout the evening. For the first 
      time, there was this focused prime-time sharing of personal health 
      problems between old friends.
      
      “You have prostate 
      problem? When?”
      
      
      
“Well, 
      it comes like a bonus, when you are over 70!”
      
      “Weeks ago, I had 
      gout – terribly painful!” declared a 73-Teochew boy. There was this 
      commonality of sufferings. I suppose the act of sharing brought some 
      degree of comfort.
      
      On the brighter side 
      of life, the Sunday evening was simply nostalgic and equally boisterous 
      and gay. Lots of funny stories and reminiscences brought more laughter. As 
      respectable retirees, we have all grown older – and not necessarily wiser 
      – our combined age amounting to 1788 years!
      
      We were the last 
      group of diners to leave the hotel. After our official photographer Keng 
      Yee had recorded our gathering, we said good bye until we meet again at 
      the next Reunion. Our bodies might have been weary, but our spirits were 
      elated – happy to have seen old friends again.
      
      Sng Cheok Kye
      
      Class of ‘51