T3

Was at the airport to pick up the misses. It's a long story but I ended up stranded at the airport for a few hours. I was there so long, security almost hauled me in for questioning.

The MRT got me to T3. The first thing I noticed are these contraptions which seems to be holding up the entire building.

cups and wires, just like a bra

If I'm not wrong, these are from YKK AP. Yes. Part of the YKK group: the geniuses that bought you the zip. Apparently they do buildings too. Imagine an entire building held together by glass, cables and suction cups. Impressive.

Remember the miniature-faking? I tried my hand at it for this shot. The blur effect was not enough. I'll try harder next time. Pardon the blurry picture. Taken while I was on the escalator. It's like a drive-by photo.

they look like little toy figures

I've always thought the Singaporean phenomenon of the airport being a place to hang out very weird. The students who traveled halfway across the island to get there to study on the floor. The families who endured the crazy parking rates of the carparks to eat at restaurants they can find everywhere. The jerk who arrive wandered around the terminals taking photos. Hell, they even have playground in the basement.

you jump, I jump

I went up to the viewing gallery. The viewing gallery used to be part of a ritual: you send your friends/family to the gate, wave goodbye then proceed to the viewing gallery hoping to see the plane fly off then finally give up because it took too long.

The thing is, you can actually see something. Have you been to the new T3 viewing gallery? You can see shit! All you can see are reflections. If I want to see myself in a mirror, I can go to the gents! The architect who designed this should design diamonds instead. He seems to have a nack of keeping light in...

I caught a glimpse of this relac-jac passengers. Due to the massive reflection, I took the photo through a 10 cm gap where there wasn't any reflection.

baby, rest your head on my warm sexy pits

After I was done with T3, I took the monorail to T2. On the monorail I sat opposite this father and daughter.

Pardon the noisy picture. The monorail was bobbing up and down. All I could do is to crank up the ISO and hope for the best.

And then I reached T2.

to be continued...