Hello, my lovelies. Remember how in my last entry I said that I was going home "tomorrow night"? Well, tomorrow night ended up being just last night. Yup, I'm finally home, about 10 days overdue. I'd probably still be there if it weren't for the fact that I'd spent all my money and ended up pretty much living in poverty my last few days there. Anyway. I want to live in London, for a few years maybe. I think saying that makes it sound like I'm unhappy with Malaysia, or that I hate it or something, but that's really not the case. It's just that a change of scenery would be nice, and I just feel like I want to move on, discover new horizons. As cheesy as that may sound. In retrospect, I really didn't do anything mind-blowing in London..I did sort of settle into a routine, though; nothing too exciting, but pleasant nonetheless. I just want to go back there. In other news, I've stopped working. I went in today, got paid and said goodbye to everyone, and now I'm just going to sit around moping about not being in London and waiting for the Arabs to come back. Ok then. Later.