Never mind how small Singapore is supposed to be. Six years ago, everyday was a long winding road to my high school. My iPod mini (those were the days) died at the start of 2nd year high school. So, I went the old school way in killing my time on bus rides. I usually bought a newspaper on my way home. By the end of my 45-minute journey, I would have finished reading it.
Nowadays, my bus rides typically last no more than 15 minutes. Looking out the bus window has become my preferred activity. As I watch scenes passing me by, I am reminded of the present moment I am living in.