Ah Westlife yet again
Spoilt myself this morning.
Seated in the hairdresser's chair, having my itchy scalp washed and massage, I was serenaded by another forgotten Westlife song! Oh so boy-band-ish.
But can someone tell me what's with the horses?
Tonight...
Seated in the hairdresser's chair, having my itchy scalp washed and massage, I was serenaded by another forgotten Westlife song! Oh so boy-band-ish.
But can someone tell me what's with the horses?
Tonight...
'beats working for other people'
It was 10.30om and I was just about to turn my mobile phone off when it rang!
It was Dad requesting that I open up the front door! I had not expected their return tonight, so had the doors double-locked.
Dragging themselves in, they were obviously exhausted. Starving too, mom rummaged the fridge for food. As we only had leftovers from lunch for dinner, the only 'food' I could offer mom was the cake I baked yesterday. She was happy, sans the cake topping of course!
This is the life of my parents; plantation labourers and owners. With already 1 established plantation, they simply had to start another one. Touching 60 and they still insist on working, harsh work nonetheless. I had always imagined that they would end up like other normal old people. Travelling the globe, playing the day away with the grandkids, spending the day at the golf courses; that sort of old-people activites. Nay! They had to defy these conventions.
‘beats working for other people’ declares Mr.Darcy.
I agree.
Mr.Darcy and I are also starting a plantation of our own - 5 hours away from here. He does the actual work, while I do the actual supporting work ie staying home with the kids and awaits his returns. He ventures in the jungle every week for a few days to coordinate work and comes home. He camps out in the jungle and says he truly enjoys it; to the envy of J! I would wait up till the early hours of the morning for his return, completely exhausted, hungry, drenched in sweat and diesel To think he gave up a cushy and secure job to be decked out in ripped farmer attire and smelling of diesel!
‘ beats working for other people’ he maintains.
I agree
Wonder how it would be for Mr.Darcy and I when we're touching 60. As it is, we're a wreck just thinking of touching 40!
It was Dad requesting that I open up the front door! I had not expected their return tonight, so had the doors double-locked.
Dragging themselves in, they were obviously exhausted. Starving too, mom rummaged the fridge for food. As we only had leftovers from lunch for dinner, the only 'food' I could offer mom was the cake I baked yesterday. She was happy, sans the cake topping of course!
This is the life of my parents; plantation labourers and owners. With already 1 established plantation, they simply had to start another one. Touching 60 and they still insist on working, harsh work nonetheless. I had always imagined that they would end up like other normal old people. Travelling the globe, playing the day away with the grandkids, spending the day at the golf courses; that sort of old-people activites. Nay! They had to defy these conventions.
‘beats working for other people’ declares Mr.Darcy.
I agree.
Mr.Darcy and I are also starting a plantation of our own - 5 hours away from here. He does the actual work, while I do the actual supporting work ie staying home with the kids and awaits his returns. He ventures in the jungle every week for a few days to coordinate work and comes home. He camps out in the jungle and says he truly enjoys it; to the envy of J! I would wait up till the early hours of the morning for his return, completely exhausted, hungry, drenched in sweat and diesel To think he gave up a cushy and secure job to be decked out in ripped farmer attire and smelling of diesel!
‘ beats working for other people’ he maintains.
I agree
Wonder how it would be for Mr.Darcy and I when we're touching 60. As it is, we're a wreck just thinking of touching 40!
So I got to see WICKED..
Sitting on my own, in my A reserve seat (which I booked online the night before!!) - 8 rows from the front, a little towards the side of the Regent Theatre - I was still in a state of disbelief! That I am actually going to be seeing 'Wicked'! I was a little nervous that I may be getting understudies for the show (it was matinee afterall) - I did not buy the Souvenier Program to 'compare' the faces with! I had opted to buy a 'Wicked" T-Shirt instead!Looking at my watch, I knew I may miss out on the curtain call at shows end (3.45pm) seeing that I would have to flee back to the hotel by 4.00pm to catch a cab with the rest of the family, for the wedding scheduled for 4.30pm! For that very reason, I had 'dressed' up already - all made up, my LBD and comfy flats. Grateful for Melbourne's cold weather, I needn't worry about sweating arm-pits!
Right now, at exactly 1.00pm, it's showtime! Curtains up and the all too familiar overture starts playing, followed by the opening number "No one mourns the wicked". I remember I am wearing mascara, so I do not cry! There's something unexplainable about hearing musicals live - always brings me to tears! (I cried through 2 hours of 'Miss Saigon')
I remember being totally distraught upon learning of Wicked closing its Australian/Melbourne run in January of this year. Whilst in Perth, I had toyed with the idea of escaping for a weekend away in Melbourne, just to catch the show before it ended. Usually for shows like this in NYC or London, it runs for a minimum of 18 months. I wasn't too sure if Melbourne would do likewise! Sure glad they did!
Except for the guy who played Fiyero (I believe was an understudy) , I had the privilege of watching the principal Australian cast. Still with the original NYC cast in my head, my only 'complaint' was the Aussie casts' singing were a little thin, comparatively. The ensemble, however, was brilliant and just so riveting that I couldn't keep my eyes off them! Their quirky costumes and dances were captivating that I sometimes missed some scenes with the main characters! Thank goodness I already know the plot of the story pretty well, to not miss out on too much!
As planned, at 3.45pm the curtain fell and I flew out of the theatre!
We made it to the wedding at 4.30pm.
(Kristin Cheno & Idina Menzel; Kristin's last night from NYC's run -she's really crying! so am I!!)
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