But poor Feeza had GP lesson(!!) so she had to leave early. So Shefah and I, who had until 11 to kill, began our romantic stroll in the deserted airport vicinity, while everyone else is still soundly asleep in their beds. From T2, we took the skytrain to T3. We realised that the shops were still closed. So we took the skytrain to T1. We combed the area and realised that we didn't go to T3's basement. So we took the skytrain back to T3 and spent half an hour (or maybe more) at Candy Empire. Oh, how sinful.
After all the gratifying retail therapy, we got stuck (not literally okay) at the woodblock colouring booth. I love!
The ambrosial T3 toilet; Shefah and I

Pink seats!


Okay. I'm so dead beat now. I'm gonna crash soon i think.
And I bet Sarah had fun kicking balls. HAHA