Talking to my favourite people in person is a luxury nowadays. I don’t mind phone calls but it’s much nicer to be physically at the same place, having conversations over [insert beverage of choice] or doing stuff together. While I must admit that I am guilty of having “anti-social” mood swings and picky about who I hang out with (don’t you?), I do make time for the ones that matters. And then some.
In Yogya, I had my hack friends with me. In Saigon, there was Coy and in Macau Eddy. It was really good to catch up on things we don’t talk about online, especially in the last two trips since I usually see them once a year. As with the last time Sara was back, the few days spent with these orang-orang jauh are good times, even if we just spent it lying in a luxurious bed trying to cram a bit more sleep before checkout time.
It is somewhat reassuring I guess, that people still seek me out, even if it doesn’t happen too often. Heh. I’m okay with that. If you see me all the time you might not like it anyway. 😛