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Other than a little adventure to the Apple store Saturday morning, Saturday has been spent with the jet lag. It finally caught up by the afternoon and I had to cut my excursion around the city short.
After spending most of the afternoon tucked up in bed, a few of us went out and grabbed Chinese at this dodgy food court. Usually I wouldn't bother eating at some place like this, but I guess being a "traveler" I've got to learn to suck it up.
After missing the New Zealand vs Ireland Rugby game (gutted to have a room mate come in and tell me how close it was), we went to a bar/club next door for some drinks and caught the second half of Australia vs Wales. So glad I went out and saw it, there were plenty of cheers in the pub (including my own) when Mike Harris knocked the winning penalty after 80 minutes.
One thing I'm starting to realize about clubs and DJs, is how boring they all are. Everything is in 4/4 timing with a constant 120 bpm tempo and they seem to elongate the last word of everything they saaaaaaaay. If you can find me a club with a DJ who can put a song in a nice, waltzy 3/4 or even get wacky and alternate three measures of 7/8 with a measure of 4/4, then he gets respect. As a result I've decided that being a DJ must be really easy.
I'm also realizing how picky I still am, and despite being half-way across the world, I still have issues with things that obviously no one else does.
A couple of things I'm not liking about this hostel:
1) The dude on my floor from another room snoring loudly and waking me up at 4am on a Sunday morning.
2) How loud the ceilings and the corridors are. I need a cheap private room, I miss these home comforts!
3) How trapped I feel with guilt that if I get up to go to the loo or shower at a time when everyone else is asleep, I risk waking them all up.
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