If you enter the Changi airport terminal, it’s written in Bold: Drug Traffickers will face death penalty. I was feeling rather worried when I entered customs and security. The police rummaged through my purse thoroughly. But they didn’t bother to check my cigarette packet. I thanked the stars as I had a narrow escape. My cigarettes were stuffed with weed. I won’t dare to take the risk the second time. I dread of being rained with bullets by a firing squad.