The long awaited torture of coming home is killing me... Time seems to slow down when you are waiting for something. I wish the same could happen when I'm back.
I guess I am not suitable to stay in Melbourne. This city is too boring for my liking. Boring in the sense that shops close at 6pm on weekdays. Boring in the sense that there are no major shopping malls to browse around. Boring in the sense that night activities are restricted to pubs and clubs. Boring in the sense that there are no entertainment after school. It's always study, study and study. I want to come back to have my own life. Go home after knock off to home cook food. Watch some TV shows or play some games. Surf the internet without having to worry about download quota. My Bitorrent is always on to download movies and songs. Having stayed in Melbourne for the last 4 months has shown me how difficult it is to stay in Melbourne. The internet alone is enough to kill me, not to mention the hectic school work and constant worry about how much money I am spending.
I also dread putting my bag into the huge container before the exams because it takes ages to retrieve your bag when your paper is done.
Although it's nice to have really blue sky with fluffy clouds, the weather is insane in Melbourne. I cannot complain enough about the weather.
