I’m scared of the most ridiculous things like, amoebas crawling up my nose and causing brain cancer (is this really an urban legend?), Sarah Palin running for office (again) and air conditioner water dripping in my eye (this scene from 28 Days with the crow, blood and, of course, the eye will make you understand.) Oh, and then I also worry about real things like murder, terrorist activities and natural disasters.
So you can imagine the millions of paranoid thoughts thwarting through my brain at every moment, sapping up precious brain cells and spewing out nothing useful. But over the numerous trips to Singapore, I have found that this country is one of the only exceptions to this state of being.
With its notable ranking as Asia’s safest country, its creation of the world’s first international toilet sanitation organization and a no-no policy on chewing gum, Singapore is ruled by a benevolent dictator who obviously cares about keeping peace, making sure your bum is only touched by the sloshing of the cleanest toilet water and eliminating gum-related violence.
Singapore’s carefully-crafted codes within its perfectly-pruned landscape have created an orderly oasis both socially and aesthetically.
I may not be able to live there with its state censorship of press and assemblies, but it offered just the break that my typically-overactive imagination was looking for. And the food is good too, lah.
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