Ipoh Bound Baibeh!

Two of my colleagues and I are going on a short trip to Ipoh, Malaysia. There wasn’t any grand reason behind it, only random ones like the famous Ipoh dim sum, the Ipoh old town, and one last trip before we quit working at the company. Yesterday we walked across the road and bought the bus tickets. Today, we stand in the same spot at midnight, waiting for the bus to Ipoh.

Thoughts OTW to Ipoh

My colleague is sleeping beside me, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I like it better this way, though. To be left alone in my thoughts. I constantly rush to check something, Google a fact and hit publish. So it’s nice just to ponder.
We are crossing a very long bridge, with dark water below us, and it looks as beautiful as a blue or green-coloured sea.
I wonder what Maria Antionette’s thoughts would be about macaroons.
Oh, missing Malaysian Airlines plane, 🙁 hoping and rooting that they are fine somewhere. I wish always to remember to tell me ‘I love you before it’s too late, so I sent a $1 SMS to Fafa.
I am missing my PJs. I have been wearing my office clothes since yesterday morning, and I am starting to feel suffocated. I need to take it off! Maybe I can change in the dark?
Or at least take off my bra?
It’s pitch dark anyway.
But then I think it is better not. We are sitting near the sleeping driver (the bus has two drivers), and I don’t want to disturb his sleep suggestively.
All those memorable stories about overnight travels. Could this be one of them?
I sleep better during long road trips.
The last time I took a bus to Malaysia was with Jik. I had no reason to visit her relatives, but I tagged along anyway, and we had a great time, as usual.
Or the one before that, which was a school trip to Malaka.
Coco Chanel. I’m obsessed with her.
I have an unpleasant sleeping face.
I’m thinking about how nice school time was. I remember my first overnight bus ride was also on a school trip to Yogyakarta, and there, too, I had a great time, but that time I don’t know yet, because, at that time, I was a rebellious teenager who was looking for my place in the world.
It’s cold. I wish I had worn warmer underwear or a heated one. They have those now.
The driver guy drives way too fast.
I can’t keep up with my thoughts, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning, and I am sleepy.
I’m thinking of God. I think he is there, watching us on this trip with every light from the street lamp we passed.