A particular girl whom I spoke to at a wedding dinner obviously held strong views against the guys from the other top secondary schools. But when it came to Catholic High, she holds the belief that together with Maris Stella, we housed half the potential nutcases of Singapore.

The impression that we gave her was that we can be the most creative, imprudent and unpredictable mad men. And she may not be wrong, after all, our secondary school days were marked by chaos, anarchy, elaborate pranks and relentless attempts to find the cure to the most delibilitating disease of all: boredom.

I was always proud of the fact that Catholic High is always a melting pot of cultures, languages and ideas. The product, however, after the synthesis of the good, the bad and the confused, is often a bunch of crazy guys with endless supply of mindboggling, ludicrous ideas.

Where will the world be without them?