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10 Recycling Bins Later, We Find Out if Singaporeans Actually Know What They’re For

10 Recycling Bins Later, We Find Out if Singaporeans Actually Know What They’re For

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2001 was the year Singapore’s cityscape changed.

Yet many of us didn’t even realise it at the time. You see, it wasn’t the erection of another orgy of steel and concrete which altered the aesthetic of our island. Oh no, it was something far more subtle than that.

As Singapore entered the new millennium, blue recycling bins started rolling out to every housing estate in accordance with the National Environment Agency (NEA) ‘s nation-wide recycling programme. With an aim to both manage and reduce waste, the NEA initially designated one bin to every five residential blocks.

Seventeen years later, that ratio is vastly different. No matter which way you look in Singapore, a blue bin can almost always be seen as the country continues its effort to go uh, green.

But despite the prevalence of bins, I’ve always had my reservations. Do the bins even work? Are we even recycling the right things?

Armed with nothing but a camera and a flagrant disregard for the possible $5000 fine imposed on anyone caught tampering with the county’s recycling endeavours, I dove into ten of them to find out.

Exemplary, thy name is Punggol.

I begin my trash-venture in the housing estate of Punggol.

Home to many newly-weds and young families, I figured it must be the place for getting a sense of the recycling habits of Singapore’s younger households. Also, because the average age of Punggol’s residents is generally lower than other estates, there might’ve been a chance of gaining insight into the future of the country’s waste management as well.

With a mix of nervous excitement and genuine fear, I gingerly open the lid of the blue recycling bin standing sentinel under block 188. As it turns out, I needn’t have worried.

If there ever was such a thing as a “model” recycling bin, this would most certainly be it.

Brightly-coloured toy cardboard boxes make up the bulk of the recyclables alongside many smaller plastic bags. Poking around, I find that they’re mostly full of newspapers, flyers and old tee shirts which have been all neatly folded and packed separately.

The bin is also home to old food and beverage containers, but unlike those you find in the garbage, these ones have been thoroughly cleaned and dried. It explains why the bin doesn’t smell and no pests can be seen scuttling around (thank god) when I sift through the bin’s contents.

After getting my photos, I put everything back properly and head off across the street, in search of another blue guardian of the void deck. Was the pleasantness of my first bin a result of beginner’s luck? I had to find out.

The answer: yes and no.

While the second bin I check out is largely similar to the first, there are a few small differences.

Unlike the first bin, the individual plastic bags here don’t contain just one type of recyclable. Instead, everything is lumped together, making it plain to see that one bag represents one household. It’s not a big deal but it does make it harder to determine if everything in the bag can be recycled.

Also, there are definitely things in the bin that don’t belong. Cigarette butts and the accompanying empty packet for example, have been carelessly tossed in along with stray biscuit wrappers and an empty cup of ice lemon tea. Comparing the locations of the conventional dustbins and recycling bin with respect to the lift landing, it’s obvious that these were crimes of convenience rather than malice.

Old Is Gold?

Coming up against the relative youthfulness of Punggol’s resident population is Rochor.

According to the department of statistics, the district is one of only five planning areas in which those aged 65 years and over make up over 20% of residents.

Unfortunately, the old adage on how wisdom comes with age doesn’t apply this evening. Approaching the bins in the area, I immediately start wishing I had brought gloves.

The top of the first bin is littered with cigarette butts, and multiple black patches have been burned into its electric-blue paint. Needless to say, it’s the same on the inside.

Half-filled beer bottles and plastic cups have created a soggy, disgusting mess that reeks of stale smoke. Frankly, it’s a pity because I can spot one or two bags that appear to have been dropped in with good intentions.

Stepping away from the enormous dumpster-cum-ashtray, I wander around the area in search of recycling hope in the sleepy estate.

I don’t find it.

Instead, I find this.

When I first saw the bin from a few metres away, I was initially thrilled at having found one packed to the brim. Maybe the Rochor residents did know how to recycle after all. Maybe the previous bin was just an anomaly.

Upon closer inspection, my naivety disappears. Fast. The bin is the highest order of gross and wave upon wave of regret crashes down on me as again I chide myself for not bringing gloves.

Cautiously nudging the garbage around with a finger, I realise that there’s almost nothing that’s close to being recyclable in the heap of trash. From rotting food waste to a soiled diaper, if you can name it, it’s somewhere in here.

Aghast at the bin’s putrid contents, it doesn’t take long for me to slam the lid shut and bolt.

Cash Me Outside Howbowdah.

After fleeing the horrors of Rochor’s recycling bins, I arrive at the nearby Pinnacle @ Duxton twenty minutes later.

This is no coincidence. I mean, the place and its occupants have always been sort of a mystery to me. Why would anyone pay such an exorbitant sum for a small HDB flat that looks and feels exactly like a condo?

With that burning question in mind, I sift through one of the block’s recycling bin (parked near an electric car charging point no less) for clues as to the kind of people that lived there.

Based on what I find, the answer seems to be because they can.

There’s really not much in the bins save for empty liquor bottles, the cardboard packaging of wine glasses and a Victoria’s Secret bag of uh, plastic bags. Oh and not forgetting an empty bottle of Evian mineral water.

Talk about high-SES.

However, no matter who the residents appear to be, the data once again means nothing without an exploration of the other end of the spectrum. Not all neighbourhoods are created equal, and it was time to check out the most heartland of all heartlands.

Down & Out in Toa Payoh.

It’s close to midnight when I reach Toa Payoh. Though the streets are empty, they are nowhere near devoid of life.

As I explore Lorong 2 in search of blue bins, out of the corner of my eye I see huge rats darting around in the shadows. The sight immediately puts me on my guard. I was here to learn about the recycling habits of the estate, not become patient zero in bubonic plague 2.0.

A greater regard for my safety now considered, I decide to check out the larger recycling bins which in my mind, offer more comprehensive protection from the vermin since they’re harder to open.

Rummaging through the blue behemoth, I realise that out of all the bins I’ve checked out thus far, these are perhaps the most representative of the average Singaporean. Similar to the ones in Punggol, they’re filled with many individual plastic bags chock full of each household’s contribution.

Empty shampoo and drink bottles, cardboard toy packaging, old school notes. Pretty much the standard recyclable items you’d find lying around the house.

With my guerrilla research all but complete, I decide that I have time to explore one last estate for the night. And if I hadn’t been in any danger previously, I very well might be now.

The Curious Case of Yishun.

Yishun, the land of murderers, drug syndicates, and your general all-around crazies.

As soon as I set foot in the estate, a genuine feeling of fear grips me as I wonder what I could possibly find in the recycling bins.

Severed limbs? Battered cats?

Well, no. Barring a welcome mat with a strange burn right through the middle, the items I find are again, more or less your everyday plastic waste. Nothing’s properly bagged so it’s pretty messy, but it’s not american-psycho-meets-the-shining messy either.

In fact, the closest thing resembling blood is the thick layer of sludge at the bottom of the bins.

Slightly crestfallen at not even finding a (real) finger, I poke around in the sludge, and to my surprise, a debit card emerges from its depths. It’s valid thru 2022 so maybe there is some truth to the myth of Yishun-ites being a little off their rockers after all.

While I know that two bins per estate isn’t exactly representative of the entire resident population, this did give me insight into how waste management is perceived by different types of Singaporeans.

Based on my findings, a few things are pretty obvious.

For one, it’s clear the recycling bins have significantly reduced litter in our neighbourhoods. Even though they might not be used for their intended purpose, our little island is much cleaner than before. Instead of cigarette butts and empty takeaway cups being tossed in the bushes or on the floor, Singaporeans at least make the effort to find the nearest bin – even if it’s one meant for recycling.

That said, we still have a long way to go in terms of what and how we recycle. Most of the bins I rummaged through were a mess and filled with inappropriate objects. So even though we’re headed in the right direction when it comes to waste management efforts, perhaps we still need to take that extra step to enable us to really live up to our potential as a clean and green Singapore.

Unlike recycling powerhouses such as Germany and Austria, Singaporeans aren’t required to separate our plastic, paper, glass and metal waste before throwing them in our blue recycling bins. Bearing that in mind, what then is walking a few extra metres to dispose of rubbish in the correct bins, or going the extra mile and cleaning our recyclables before donating them?

This article was produced in collaboration with ‘Recycle More, Waste Less’, a DBS initiative to meet the needs of today, while looking after the needs of tomorrow.

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Justin Vanderstraaten Staff writer