morning schmorning

Last Thursday, for the first time since I arrived in Melbourne I had to wake up at 4:30 in the morning.

We stepped out into the street and I looked around with eyes still heavy with goo and proclaimed..
I don’t see what the big deal is.. Mornings are stupid. It looks like evenings only you have to wake up for it and it smells like disinfectant.

I’ve never been a morning person and I don’t think I ever will be.
Simply because, as I already so eloquently said,  I think mornings are stupid.

And morning people will say…

But the air is so crisp in the morning .. That’s ok the only thing I like crisp are my chips.
But coffee is so much better in the morning… uh… no it’s not. It’s just as good at brunch time.
But the newspapers are fresh off the press!… I like my papers previously read. That way I don’t get newsprint on my fingers and that smell is gone too.
But the glorious morning sun on your face!! .. Is annoying in my honest opinion. I like my sun well over head and not glaring on my face
But breakfast food is amazing! … I agree and that is why brunch was created.. For people like me.
You can see your breath in the morning… so what? As long as I’m alive I know I’m still breathing I don’t need to see it.
But it’s the start of the day.. When people are most alert and optimistic.. I like meeting people in the afternoon.. When the day has already jaded them a little bit but there’s still a little hope left for the rest of the day.

Having made my stand about how stupid mornings are..
I don’t regret waking up at the butt fuck of dawn..

Because the look on Jack’s face when he got his new iPhone 3GS..

SO TOTALLY WORTH WAKING UP FOR.

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the morning after…

This post is brought to you by my massive hangover…

my favourite cure:

Moo’s Juice (lime, ginger & lemon)

& a plate of hot chips

I am in dire need of one right now.

the not so smooth landing…

I got here at the dead of night..

My flight was delayed for an hour.

Good thing mum saw me disembarking and yelled “CHAY!!!” from the viewing deck.

At least I knew I wouldn’t have to find my own way at midnight. Good thing too coz I had NO IDEA where we lived and how to contact her.

Got through immigration with minimal fuss while being serenaded by a traditional band.

I was detained at customs because they opened my (huge arse) suitcase and had to suss out my Sex & the City DVDs because ‘porn’ is illegal in this country.

I had to explain to the customs guys that ‘Ummmm.. hello!! it’s not porn! it’s an american tv show!’

Ah well.. they had to pop in a random dvd just to perv check.

They put it back in the case with a cheeky smile and said ‘ah.. they talk about sex not do it’

right… good thing you chose a fairly innocent episode then. awesome.

So they let me through…

and i heaved my cart with my over over weight luggages to the awaiting vehicle.

we drove to our first house through the darkened Vila streets.

Got to our place completely knackered and disoriented.

As I lay in bed I thought: This is it. I have landed in “the Happiest Place on Earth”

Right before I dozed off I was thinking…

How am I going to be happy here when they can’t even distinguish between porn & my favourite show?