7.00am in Melbourne
Nadia Ahmad Samdin, Thank you so much. :)
I think that almost made me cry (and you know that isn;t easy)
I owe you, big big big time.
Hello you. Its 7am in Melbourne and I just woke up from the most uncomfortable 5 hours of sleep that I;ve had this whole trip. Lizs apartment is bare. My parents are sleeping on the beds with no pillows, no covers, no blankets. Eve and Liz were on the bare pullout couch, and I was curled up on the couch. My knees were forced to stay bent the whole night because I am way too tall for the couch (or the couch is just small lahh kay fine) and now my knees are so sore. My neck is so unbelievably, indescribably stiff. I have a major throatache (ohgosh i think im falling sick boooo) and it was so cold! Even though the windows were all closed, the fans were turned off, and i was sleeping in pants and a long sleeve shirt.
Also does not help the fact that I am absolutely starving right now. And am dying for a nice cuppa coffee and maybe a scone or a muffin. Mmm
Kanye West's Homecoming keeps playing in my head and the only line that is actually relevant is "I;m coming home again" and that's just about it.
The hoons trooped off to catch Wicked at the regent theatre on our last night in Melbourne. Lizhoon has watched it twice already, this time making it her third. I loved it, the singing wasn't broadway fantastic but it was such a lighthearted, goodfeeling musical (then again most of them are!) with such an interesting take on the prequel to the Wizard of Oz. Who woulda've thought that ________________________________ (haha yeah i shouldn't spoil it for you)
and the set was absolutely amazing! It really does take you into the world of Oz. It's their house theatre, so it's only Wicked that's screening there at the Regent for now. Wonderful wonderful wonderful! The regent is so quaint and so grand, huge chandeleirs and ornaments, red velvet curtains and painted domed ceilings. Wow. Beat that, huh, esplanade. :p
and maybe, I might be a little reluctant to leave this now. It might also be the fact that I am scared of what I have to face when I get home, hopefully things are different from what I've seen the past few weeks. I cross my fingers and pray you don't break my heart.