I went to pulau ubin on sat, it was the first time i was there. Call me suaku but hey, considering that i dunno how to cycle, it is not surprising that i havent been there before. Thank goodness, I rode pillion on a bicycle on sat. I was rather insane to think about walking around the island. It is really scary to be the pillion rider on a bicycle when the road is so bumpy and every turn, my heart almost stops because I am so afraid of freaking out which will in turn cause the person in front of me to lose control of the bicycle. i am amazed at myself for being able to keep calm and eventually enjoy the ride on the bicycle. riding downhill is the best because of that thrilling feel about going down. Pulau ubin is really a laid back place, i love the kampong ambience. it gives me a sense of serenity. i have never experienced such a feeling before. never have i ever seen such a laid back kinda life either. i freaked out though when it came to the toilet facilities because it really sucked big time that i dont even wana recount what happened. there was this morbid looking scare crow wrapped in plastic, it looked awfully scary especially when its eyes were coloured red, which made it seem as if it was bleeding there and some places were eerily quiet, abandoned huts exuded an evil aura. *shudders*. On a lighter note, there was a huge quarry which was beautiful and despite being afraid of heights, i still took a pic there. there was this orchid garden owned by an old man and he kept a huge, ugly, disgusting wild boar, two peacocks (one of which spread out its tail, what a rare and beautiful sight!), ducks which were quacking away happily, kampong chickens which didnt look meaty enough to be eaten, some birds which look suspiciously like turkeys, parrots (which were traumatized by profanities thrown at them) and other smaller pretty looking birds. I really had great fun at ubin. unfortunately, heavy rain had to come and spoil it all. Thus, we didnt get to explore the entire island. damn. I hope to go back there someday again and destress. It is really a therapeutic feeling to "be in harmony" with the rustic life.