Out of her comfort zone

Here I am, sitting on the reclining chair comfortably at Dubai International Airport. My transit was suppose to be for only 2 hours but I don't know why or how, we end up having to wait for 4 and a half hours instead (I'm with my two other course mates). Its not like there are any hot guys for me to check out though I can always imagine that I'm by the beach. Come to think of it, the little kid running to and fro with the trolley is really cute

Its almost 5am in Malaysia right now (Dubai is 4 hours behind), normally, I would have been snoring like a pig. Bought an international calling card for 30 Durhams earlier on and spent in on talking to my mummy and my baby. I miss home already.

My hand hurts all thanks to my 10kg hand luggage and my laptop bag and my backpack. So much for making sure that I don't exceed the 30kgs. I was being fed like there was no tomorrow on my way here but I barely ate. The flight was okay though we did experience several turbulences for the first hour of the flight. It was bad but I was too preoccupied watching The Golden Moments of the FA Cup.

Oh oh... EK 007 will be boarding soon.

Till then, I'm finally out of my comfort zone.

xoxo, -carmen-