March 14, 2013
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So Opu's leaving us fer reals.
Tendering her resignation with
the Bank soon because of a really
fundamental clash of principles.
(Apa la HR ni, seriously. Sheesh)
I'm proud that Opu and family
are going through with this.
It's terrible that it had to come
to this, but it's also wonderful
that it's not stopping her to go
further in life with what she
really wants to do. Bravada.
Them Barakbahs have got it.
Woman's schedule is super packed
though, so I may not be able to see
her before she goes. Trying to make
it to KLIA in time on Tuesday night
to wave her off. I've got a strange
feeling in my tummy without really
knowing why. It might be at the
prospect of never really seeing
Opu again - a lot can happen btwn
now and a year from this moment.
Best case scenario
She finds a job there that she will
absolutely fall in love with and stay
on after MBA. In which case, awesome.
It's an amazing city filled with crazy
people, and her life will go down a
new path. Maybe this is what she
has always been meant for.
In which case I am so, so thankful
for those weeks in Peru; at being
able to connect and experience
that form of adventure with her
that I might otherwise have never
gotten the chance to. Thank you
crazy impulses, thank you Internet.
xx
I had a dream last night. I'm trying
to understand it even more now, to
try and figure out if it was a sign of
things to come (i.e. what went down
today with HR). I still don't get it,
but it was still a pretty awesome one.
Dream Me was walking around in a
mall when I chanced upon Khalisa
(an old, old friend from Sri Inai days)
and her mother in a Chinese teashop.
Went in, said hi, then realised that
Opu's Mum and Grandmum were
seated at the same table (they are
actually friends in real life, I found
out from Khalisa later this evening).
"When did you fly in?" Opu's Mum
asked. "Have you seen Yaya yet?"
Dream Me was confused, because what
is she talking about? Opu's in NYC,
not KL. Unless... wait, what? No way.
Dream Me looked out the window and
hello. The Chrysler, the Empire State,
the Flatiron Building - they're all there.
I AM in the City! But, wait a second,
what's all that sand? Is that... is that..
IS NYC IN THE MIDDLE OF A DESERT?!
Yes it was. Dream NYC, for all it's sky
scraper buildings and familiar paths,
rising up from a sea of endless sand.
Holy shit, right?
The next thing I knew I had flown
out from the restaurant, presumably
bursting through the building's tall
windows with inhuman strength and
with hardly a scratch on my birdlike
arms, landing safely on some dune.
And in the distance comes Opu,
gliding down this freaky tall dune
on a piece of plank, which Dream
Me had the sanity of mind to find
hilarious because of the fact that
we were terrible on sandboards
back in Huacachina. Terrible.
She glided to a stop right in
front of me, we reached our arms
out to each other, and high fived.
And I woke up. That was it.
xx
It might not have meant anything,
of course, I get that. But I'd like
to think that it does. Subconsciously
I might already be lamenting the
fact that a good friend will be far
away and we may just as well lose
touch over the next year, but it
could have also been a testament
to our brief, hilarious friendship.
It has been hilarious. It truly has.
I'm not sure what happens now.
("Life happens," Mama would say)
But whatever happens, happens.
She will go on to do better things.
I really believe that.
Opu's not big on hugs. I don't think
we have ever actually shared one.
I may never tell her these things
but I suppose they can best be
conveyed through exactly that:
a huge, embarrassing bearhug.
It's about time, I think.
Godspeed, Soraya B.
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