I’ve met some of these people on different occasions, several times over the past few years since we graduated. But we had never came together as a group to catch up. So, thanks to Lena and her “You’d better be there!!”, everyone in the clique showed up last Monday at Arab Street, an old hangout of ours.
It was real nice because everyone was exactly the way they were. Lena was still the sarcastic one, Bern and her witty one-liners, Amy laughing to every other thing that Zul says and does, Zul and his “look at me! listen to me!” ways (amongst others), Jo and her love for delighting us with her ‘interesting’ life and adventures.
Hafiz used to be really argumentative in school but somehow, that side of him didn’t surface that night, which is, of course, a nice thing. However, he couldn’t get away from our jokes of his ‘high-flying’ occupation. I was still the one who asked, erm, not-so-smart questions and the victim of Zul’s idiosyncrasies. And of course, Sue, the other plus one of Bern.
As most of them puffed their lives away (I still love you pals!), it completely reminded me of the good (or bad in this case…) ol’ school days where we would hang out at the bus stop outside campus during lecture breaks.
It’s almost like a universal rule but like millions out there, we complained about jobs, growing up, money. Talked about love, marriage, weddings, houses, cars like how real adults are supposed to… But I looked at us and still couldn’t see how we could possibly be real adults. I think most times, we the play make-pretend-to-be-adults game, when essentially, we’re actually really just kids.
