"Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?"
I’ve spent last Sunday with the most amazing, and not to mention, the most influential people I have ever met in my life --- my High School classmates.
Our high school batch is like the typical high school batch everywhere. There’s that weirdo geek, those varsity jocks, the art freaks, the tweetum ladies, the boy-next-doors, the snobs, the anti-socials, and me.
I can't believe I posted this one. :-)
Remember that high school classmate of yours who spends his entire day reading fashion/celebrity/teenage magazines yet still got the perfect score in that dreaded Physics long exam?
I abhorred politics so much that despite insinuations of power-freaks inviting me to join the student council, I digress.
When I was in my sophomore year, I was the youngest student ever to become our school paper’s Editor-in-Chief.
Every time I join Quiz Bees, Essay Writing Contests and High School Debates, I win first place.
I once argued with my English professor because I insisted that my interpretation of T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land was the correct one.
At lunch, me and my closest buddies would put on facial masks, we wait for the masks to take effect while our professor is discussing Trigonometric Functions.
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There I was, fashionably 3-hours late, looking at my classmates one by one. They do still look the same, albeit older and more successful… only to realize one thing… we never really grow out of our childhood.
We’re still that same high school geek… the same boy-next-door… the same varsity jocks… the same art freaks… the same me.
In between overflowing foods and drinks, I saw myself as the little high school kid again. The little kid who tried to find his place in a perilous society, who discovered his personal identity, and who finally found his home, his niche, his family.
I might have been away. I might have stayed forlorn for the past few years trying to pursue my personal career. I might have been to too many heartaches, too many tragedies, and too much pains. I might have been to too much joy, too much bliss, and too much happiness. And I might have left.
But in the end I’ve got to realize that I still do have my foot onshore… holding on to those memories I love so much and would never want to part with for the rest of my life.
And looking back I know I’ll still have them.
For just as always…
We are the same… then… now… and always… forever young.
