Storyline aside, tried getting to Changi Airport twice. First was at around 2 to see 2 OIP groups back, went to City Hall, didn't notice CHANGI AIRPORT MRT there, then settled on being lost and gave up and went home.

And then, running around Changi Airport at the brink of midnight is practically suicide. Its probably some record to be able to run from Terminal 1 to Terminal 2 to Terminal 3 and reverse in less than half an hour, including frantic searching and all. Stupid. Contradicting pieces of information that got me running back and forth, sweaty and still tired from archery. It always has to be like this. Always. I just want to do something, but it always blows back and makes me look like a complete idiot.

Exhausted. Sleep.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.