Ride
Dad sent me to work this morning because my car is still his car.
It’s the first morning of the week in Brunei after a long weekend of Chinese New Year celebration, so roads were calm; a lot of people are still out celebrating. The ride to work was smooth with little traffic. We drove onward with the darkening sky above and the cool air circulating our environment; a cardigan nestled on my torso and a scarf was wrapped around my neck trying to defeat the cold.
This is the second time this week I’ve been driven somewhere. It makes a nice change. The first time, I listened to one and a half CD of audio books. This morning, I finished half a Sherlock Holmes story during the ride to work.
Reading or writing while travelling somewhere is one aspect I miss about Singapore. Train and bus rides revolves around avoiding the terrible programme they show on the provided television screen. So, any other form of distraction other than allowing your brain to rot with a prank show is always a better option. Reading or writing is always my favourite; the shaky nature of transportation adding to the effect of what you’re reading or every bump on the road forcing a plot from the book to be stored in your memory. When I got into a bus accident four years ago, I remember reading Maureen Johnson’s Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes.
City life can be cruel and hostile, but city life also gives you time to relax before you have to face any tension.
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