Having a dog who takes up majority of your time, and being responsible for her entire well-being, it's all but impossible for me to go for any overseas holidays. It's equally impossible for me to go out for more than 12 hours at any given day, so staying over at chalets, friend's place, fuckbuddy's place etc are all a thing of the past.
This is why I look so forward to my regular forays into Johor Bahru with my BFF's brother(along with BFF and his bf). My first ever such trip was last year with Mr ICC, and I was so fascinated by the changes there given my last trip was over a decade ago! These day trips allowed me to unwind and relax, though I have to admit, after hearing so much stories from Singaporean AND Malaysians, I clutch onto my bag like Lindsay Lohan and drugs.
There is an element of chaos in JB that you would never find in organised Singapore where almost everything is laid out in a nice grid. Buildings are planned accordingly, and everything has its place, which is nice and all. But at times it seemed a little artificial... just like our Chinatown.
Perhaps growing up in a orderly Singapore, and being a creature of mild chaos, I found JB very refreshing, much like my ex, Mr Big who is fascinated and utterly in love with Malaysia, specifically KL. Malaysia is just so huge! Everything is sprawling around in gigantic proportions unlike tiny claustrophobic Singapore.
That being said, if orderly Singaporeans like me found Malaysia a breath of fresh chaotic air, how do Malaysians find Singapore when they first reach here? Stifling and stuffy? We must have been seen as boring and utterly non-creative.