I'm here, again, sitting in this cold, unfriendly, boring Bahrain Airport.

Going home is not easy.

13 hours' left, then I'll be home.

Too boring and exhausted (dunno why, all I did was sleep and eat) to feel excited about going home.

3 months ago, I was here, dunno what would happen, looking forward to my trip.

Isn't it amazing? Something the American gal said last night on the train was very true: when you travel, you feel that time flies by; but  you'll also feel that  you've been away from home for a long long time.

Hong Kong, school, computer, my friends, mum & dad, I'm going back to the real world.

Why did I do it? How? I can't remember. There's one thing I'm very sure, that I'm proud of myself, and my friends and my family will also be.

Love mum, can tell how excited she is about my coming back through the phone.

For them, there's just one night to wait to see me; for me, this could be the longest night ever.

Hate flight, but really ready to go home.

13/8/01．6:48pm (local time in Bahrain)