In order to prevent being stir-crazy in this tiny island, one has to move constantly within its small spaces. There are numerous widely-contrasting (albeit tiny) places that thankfully give one a sense of well, space. Having been a little tired of the space I was kicking my feet around in of late, I made my bi-annual pilgrammage to Pulau Ubin and found some refuge in Chek Jawa, possibly the tiniest mupltiple-eco system I have ever seen.
Pulau Ubin is a lot more crowded now and the jetty feels more like a cycling festival rather than an abandoned village (which is what I originally liked about it). But it still has that nostalgic 1980s aura, where it is ok to have dirty food and mud in your shoes, and catching the biggest fish means that your weekend is made.