Life's simple pleasures

Scribbled this on my way to KL. 1.47pm

It's actually nice to go on a long bus journey alone. Took Aeroline. ~5.5hr. Could have been much faster but 1 middle-aged lady didn't feel too well halfway thru' the journey, so we had to pull over and wait for an ambulance to come fetch her to hospital (hopefully, she's ok now).

Think it'd be nice to do a long rail journey alone too. But of course, got to be similarly accompanied by MP3 player, gd books, warm jacket and a comfy seat (junk munchies optional). Then, I'm set. Icing will be great natural scenery along the way - mountains, seas, sky, low-lying (cottage) houses... =)

p.s. I could probably have done the same back home when dad's away. Still alone, with MP3, gd books, warm jacket, tucked in comfy bed, right? But neh.. it's different. Like some pathetic trapped animal, obsessively eyeing/being eyed by the mounds of hard copy/soft copy of work in the immediate vicinity, the mere thought of lying in bed to attend to one of life's simplest, most basic pleasure (= reading*) makes one feel almost like a sinner. =P On a journey, there is no sin, no guilt. This is perhaps the reason why ppl need getaways. Tragic.

I've just started on my 2nd Paulo Coelho book - 'The Zahir'. On a journey within a journey. Bliss.

* = reading books that you really want to read, that may have absolutely nothing to do with work but everything to do with interest/self-enlightenment/improvement/philosophy/hobby/travel/or whatever trivial pursuits, as long as they make u happy.