I have not used my inhaler (anti-asthma maintenance) for two weeks now. That’s since I stayed here in Asia’s Greenest City for 2011–Singapore. So maybe that’s the cure to this curse: get out of a polluted city (ehem,Quezon City) and live in a place where air pollution is kept to minimal.
Aside from car and bus icky emission that mercilessly kill lungs, cigarette smokers are one of those that I avoid in my short life. When strangers smoke within my breathing zone, my holy bubble of personal space, my royal circumference of tranquility, I move away from these commoners. But when I’m stuck in there, I am left with no choice but assert my right for clean air. Sometimes I say “excuse me, please don’t smoke here (public places)” or “sorry, but I have asthma, is it okay if you put out your cigarette?”
But my favorite way is not speaking at all. I just sit in front of the smoker, stare at the cigarette, and cover my mouth and nose with a hanky. Drives my message straight.