sixteen, seventeen

My sister's really sick. Spent most of last night/yesterday sitting up with her and mum trying to cool her down. She says things like 'its so hot turn off the heater please'. I'm pretty sure there isn't a single heater in this entire country. She's sleeping now.

Went to visit my dad's parents yesterday. We were meant to stay the night but my sister got sick, and they're kinda far from the hospital etc. so we went back home. Just in case.

I've noticed there's a disproportionately large number of stores specialising in maternity wear here. Is everyone preggers? I never noticed. Its just that, well my eye sight isn't all that great, and I often look across the street to see something that looks kinda cute, only to realise upon closer inspection that it's actually a maternity dress. I'm hoping this reflects the weird number of stores, and not my taste in clothing.

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I think everyone is sick of being here already. I really wish I could be like," omg guys, having so much fun. Best time of my life! Don't have time to blog. Bye!" But we're all kinda bored. My dad's only been here for 2 days and even he doesn't know what to do with himself. Mum is like: "This time it isn't fun. I want to go back. I don't think we'll be going to Vietnam again for awhile." And then she formulated an escape plan which involved running away to a hotel in the city, where we are now but check-out time is in half an hour. My sister's gone back to sleep. Its like a vacation from our vacation.

Its not that this is a bad place to be on vacation, but we don't get to leave home all that much. Have I mentioned there's a lot of eating/sleeping/eating/eating/sleeping in this country? Probably. That's probs why I've blogged more than ever, despite having not that much to blog about. I'm also only doing the annoyed day whatevs blog titles because I need some way to keep track of how many days have passed. Seriously, I've lost all track of space and time here. I don't know what day of the week it is. But lets be honest, even with this, I have no idea.

I feel like we have alot of things to do at home, and nothing to do here. I feel as if we could be doing alot of more productive things, such as: find a cure for cancer, clean my room, write some lists and repaint my nails. Also, I still wouldn't mind actually working. Is it wrong that I want to work, and in retail no less at christmas time? I think my parents' workaholic tendancies are rubbing off on me. I think this is also why they are bored, they need stuff to do. When my mum brought up the boredom with her sister, my aunt said "This is a holiday, you're supposed to do nothing. That's why they call it a holiday." Erm, is this what you all do on holiday? I don't get it. Can I do nothing on the beach please?

For Christmas we're going to run away to Phan Thiet with my mum's friend's family. We've done this before, like awhile ago. From what I remember I liked it. But I don't actually remember it at all. Then we're going to Nha Trang. I haven't been there since like, 1996 but apparently its super touristy now.

Okay, its time to go. The phone's ringing and I'm pretty sure its the hotel staff telling us to get the hell out.