6 things Singaporeans definitely do when they travel alone in a bus or MRT

Last Updated on 2016-05-30 , 9:36 am

Many years ago, when people take public transport, they can only do one of these three things: sleep, read a book /newspaper or people-watch like a pervert. Now, everything has changed with technology; travelling is no longer monotonous. In fact, for some, it is a source of entertainment as we get to choose from so many things to do! Which of the followings is your favourite?

Sleeping
There are two conditions for this to occur: firstly, you need to have a seat. Secondly, your journey must be more than ten minutes. Fulfil the two conditions and you’ll sleep so deeply that you might even have a few dreams or wet your pants.

Watching a video
Nowadays, an MRT train is like a mini-cinema playing more than a hundred movies at one time. Video-watching has become so mainstream that if one is not doing so, it’s because he has not downloaded any new videos or his smartphone has less than 10% battery life.

Stalking friends on Facebook
Well, because you’ve spent fifteen minutes browsing through your newsfeed and found nothing interesting, like a friend getting married or a couple breaking up. So you decided to look at the profiles of your friends, starting with your exes then to your crushes and finally, to even that stranger whom you’ve never seen before.

Messaging friends
Youngsters nowadays can type faster on the phone than with a computer keyboard, so fast that some of them prefer to text instead of talk on the phone. It is during these periods that they are suddenly very active in a group chat.

Reading short and interesting blog posts like this
Now you know why I’m writing posts—because no one is reading books in trains anymore! I’ve to resort to this to, well, hopefully encourage them to take a look at my book and buy it. So, do me a favour, pretty please? Read this lah: www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm

Listening to songs while staring out of the window
Very unfortunately, this appears to be more interesting than reading my books. I know some of them are deep in some extremely philosophical thoughts, like pondering on whether to wear the pink dress the next day or not, or thinking of what to have for dinner that night. But most of them just like to stare at the windowpane and enjoy the songs. And a very minority of them will sing aloud—that’s when he realizes people will not sit beside him.