By 3pm, our Humanitarian director together with our security directors had circulated the news that we could work from home tomorrow, since the PSI had climbed up to 172.
Never has it hit this high in all these years.
The highest was probably less than 170.
I was already choking by evening.
Feeling a sore throat coming.
Sneezing as if it’s a norm.
Then, there it was, a reading for 9pm… PSI at 290.
Singapore might not have natural disasters, as she’s being protected by her fellow neighbouring countries.
But, we face with haze twice a year due to deforestation in Indonesia.
Yet, never this bad!
My eyes are a little watery and they sure feel irritated because the air feels dusty.
It’s really hot and dry!
Usually, it’s only hot and humid.
I can barely stand people smoking around me, what more acres of trees having a smoking party!!!!
Then again, forget about me.
I really need to buy air purifier for my grandma. 😦
She’s the only grandparent I have left.
Shucks.. why’d I have to be so emotionally sensitive.
I really need one for myself too, but, it’d be too expensive for me to buy two.
I can feel my nose feel irritated with a burning sensation.
Usually, I’d feel a sharp pain for long periods of time when I’m in a very dry and cold atmosphere (I really don’t know how I’d survive in a super cold country).
But, I think the air is to the point of being too dry for my nose right now.
Although, it’s only of a slight pain.
Why’d I have to be susceptible to being physically sensitive?