South East Asia is a small place. Like a hormone filled high school, boundaries are negotiable and always shifting. Sometimes they are crossed. Ever since the arrival of Sir Stamford Raffles on her fair shores, something had been awakened in Singapore. Her shores had been caressed, swept gently by Caucasian fingers that weren't anything like her brothers. Her high school fantasises of the stern Japan and the sultry Philippines paled in comparison. Which was funny, upon reflection as actually they were very much more tan. But Britain had claimed her, and taken her as his own. Now, on the eve of 1965, she stood born again, virginal and newly independent, relinquished from colonial rule. Only 2kms separated her from her brother Malaysia. A distance that paled next to the emotional gap that separated then. Him, gruff and proud; her the demure cosmopolitan. But she had a dark side. Not that he knew it. Yet. They were connected by the Causeway, a thick, throbbing jutting protrusion that reached her borders, pumping volumes of life elixir into her day after day, night after night.. Malaysia gave it gladly when it suited him. But he knew that Singapore craved it. He knew she couldn't live without it. So he would make her beg. Force her to grovel and give him what he needed in return. And boy did Singapore give it. She gave him all the silk, wealth and caresses that a modern city learned in love and adventure had. She knew it was wrong to want the warm liquid of her brother this way, heated by the equator, tropical and steamy. But she had to swallow it greedily. She had to. He had her trussed against her will, dependent on his source. The more she had, the more she needed it, and the more she knew she had to stop. It was becoming dangerous. Each gluttonous gulp she took brought her closer to total submission. Completely reliant, she was sacrificing the many other arrangements she craved equally. She had to replace him with something that couldn't manipulate her so. She had to find a way to get wet on her own. She began investing in her own devices, purifying her sewer mines, summoning it from the depths of her filth. The fluid gushed clear and freely, she manipulated herself deftly and was able to produce as much of the life juice as Malaysia could give her. This was a new temptation though. Without having to rely on another, she could use it as much as she desired. But she had learned, through her fervent lust, that although it was ok to take it from someone when she needed it, there had to be give and take. So she took her independence. Now, she would give it to herself.