Day 2 of the trip was boring

5:40 pm 29/09/2008

Well, it sure has been an eventful four and a half hours. When we got in we found that our room hadn't been cleaned or made up, so we had to go out for an hour so they could clean it. We also found that we were on the top floor. Being 17 floors up on a high-rise is alright, but the view isn't really that great. And I still can't look straight down off the edge.

My Mum asked us if we wanted sushi, so I said yes, wanting to try it again (and also knowing that if I didn't say yes Samie would probably kill me :P), but no one else wanted it, so we moved on and had some Indian food instead.

When we got back to the unit we finally had a chance to check out the place we were staying in. As usual, at first sight the unit looked great and fancy, but eventually you find the flaws. There is just one small table for two, despite it being a 4-person apartment. The toilet is so cramped you can hardly reach the toilet paper. The TVs (all three of them) don't work properly. And the cutlery drawer is underneath the oven, centimetres from the ground. Do I hear an epic failz? We can't even really unpack our bags properly because there's virtually no wardrobe space, and nowhere to store our bags.

Once we'd settled in, we planned on going for a walk around the city, but that never happened. My parents just sat around, and despite repeated assurances we were going somewhere, we never left. That was really frustrating because there isn't much to do other then watch TV in this cramped apartment.

As I started writing this, I had to endure another rant from my Mum about how I need to “stop this Americanised attitude” and how I'm a total disappointment and she doesn't want to be seen out with me and all these other things. I really am getting pretty sick of my Mum's constant goings-on. I wish she'd just accept that not everyone thinks the way she does. She's constantly going on about how I should be “normal”.

What is “normal”? Normal is the most subjective word in the English language. Sure, you might consider yourself to be normal, and that guy you saw walking down the street with funny hair and strange clothes to be a weirdo. I'm sure he considered you exactly the same way. Normal is a stupid word. Everyone is unusual and abnormal in their own way. People just have to learn to accept that everyone is different.

8:30pm 29/09/2008

Well, nothing's really changed in the last couple of hours. We're still just sitting around watching TV. My parents have spent most of the time lying down talking or sleeping. I've got on quickly now to post today's blog entries, but I'm doing it on Dad's mobile SIM card wireless, so I can't do much else other then briefly check my emails and post these. I guess I'll write more later. I'm also gonna have to go through and tag all these posts as well as I haven't had time to do that so far. Oh, and yes, the previous post was back-dated. I'll see you all tomorrow!