Someone traveled to Singapore recently (that would be me!) and she really loved her stay there. It was amazing how this nation is a tiny concrete jungle that has clean fresh air, spotless streets and refreshing pockets of greenery.
Proof that the air is clean: Whenever I clean my nose in Manila, my tissue paper is as black as my hair–real evidence of dirty air! But when I clean my nose in Singapore, I realize that there’s no need to, since my tissue paper stays as white as it was pre-use.
More proof that the air is clean: When I sweat in Manila, I become stinky. When I sweat in Singapore, my back just becomes wet.
I (heart) SG!
But I wish that Manila will be as clean as SG in the future. It’s my home!