Blogging here using my iPhone at the Dubai airport. Been travelling since 1.40pm since departing Newcastle. I'm now resting on a reclining chair while waiting in transit for 9 hours. People walking past me, the announcement of boarding flights constantly making me restless, because everytime I hear the flight to London Heathrow, my heart would start to feel heavy. I can't believe I've already left the UK.

I just had a plate of pasta, some cheesy onion, tomato and olive fajitas, and some onion rings. I feel like a pig right now. My appetite has been pretty good since during my flight here, maybe because I need to transform my depression elsewhere. Food usually makes me happy. Many people are sleeping on the chairs and floor, well it's 2.45am anyway.

Starting to miss my Knoll Court room. Not looking forward to my old room though. I'm starting to miss the good old 'insane' English weather although summer goes missing at times. The weather here is so hot, I feel like wearing nothing. I'm so not gonna get used to Penang weather.

Other than that, after going through my travel expeditions and great new encounters, I'm coming home. Yes, the place I have to call home.