I was told that last night's get-together with high-school was at 8pm at a local restaurant. I was anxious to be there on time and in fact arrived there just before 8pm. To my dismay, I found that I was the first one there. And no one arrived until nearly half an hour later! Then the rest started arriving after 9pm. I have to say that I'm totally fed up with this so-called Filipino time.
Last night I attended a get-together with my high school classmates for the first time in nearly four years. As expected the conversation was typically about our jobs, children (among those who were married of course) and how to get in touch with our other classmates. That's when I found that some of my classmates, who get together to play tennis regularly, were Federer fans like me. And what's more, some were even much more fanatic followers than I ever had been: while I was merely disappointed when Federer lost to Nadal in Wimbledon, one of them got so depressed she couldn't sleep for a couple of days and even had her hair cut short to give vent to her feelings.
