01 // A few hours with my favourite people
Monday, February 10th, 2014
The story of our lives is such that we meet for the first time in a large room, introduce ourselves, spent a whole month regardless of whether it’s a weekend or a weekday slogging hard together, building strong friendships and getting so attached to each other that once the month is up and we’re thrown out into the pit, we treasure every moment we can get to be in the same room, in the same country. An added bonus would be being in the same room, in our home country.
On Saturday, for the first time in six months, I’ve had the best luck to get to spend time with my two favourite people (there are a few more, but these two are a special bunch). Strolled into Working Title cafe at Haji Lane and had some mean chocolate cakes and some drinks. It was a hot and humid refreshing change from meeting at some godforsaken part of the world that wasn’t home.
The girl is Seri, my roommate throughout the 11 days spent in Melbourne. We had pillow fights, picnic in our pyjamas, karaoke sessions, pay random visits to random people’s rooms… basically we did everything together. She packs our meals for the day, I make sure she doesn’t oversleep. Once we’re both out there flying, we’re never fated to be rostered together. Not even bumping into each other out of port. The closest we ever got was bumping into each other at the airport. Saturday was probably the first time since August last year we had a proper sit down, chill out and catching up. It is way, waaaay better than our constant Whatsapp, Tango and what have you.
She’s this crazy person who’d look out for me, nag at me for being tardy and we keep no secrets from each other. It’s a futile attempt for someone to say, “Seri, don’t tell Intan about this, okay?” and vice versa because they know we won’t be able to keep secrets from each other… JUST each other. Everyone else can mind their own business. Oh, there has never been a dull day with her around.
Mazlan, is no stranger to this blog. He’s been featured here, here and here. The biggest irony is that we weren’t even that close during the one month hell hole period. He was always the quieter half of the roommate duo with Ash (whom I was closer to)… and he’s that dude sitting in front of me in class, and who periodically dozes off and by some miracle not get caught. It was only when I had the privilege of being rostered flights with him TWICE in a span of a single month, and the various bumping into each other out of port, my first impression of him being quiet… has most definitely shattered. When we flew together, there was never a peaceful moment between us. We’d fight over EVERYTHING, including break times. It was hilarious. Even when he’s in Darwin and I, in Auckland, we could annoy the hell out of each other… through voice notes. Geez.
Now we’re probably gonna see quite a bit of each other. That picture above is of us signing a piece of paper that will somewhat bind us together for at least half a year. We’re gonna be so sick of each other that we’ll find reprieve during the 10% of the time we don’t get to fly together. But I can imagine the chaos in and out of work, the fun we’re going to have and all the crazy stories we’re going to share. Can’t wait.
Even if it was just for a few hours, it was great to sit down and catch up, bicker and laugh so hard till we’re exhausted and not think about work for a bit. Okay, not really, because we did talk about work, and exchanged shitty rosters because that’s what we all had in common. But you know, we still had fun doing it.
I have a very trying month ahead of me, with a refreshers check coming up and a shitty roster to boot. But I have great plans with awesome friends during the days that I am back home. You give some, and take some. So blessed.
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