on the bathroom floor

My brother and I have conflicting thoughts about the worth of going out on holidays and I just feel sad that he can't understand that the time we spend overseas can't be replaced with any material object. Okay, I'm not going to act wise and insist that I am right but I honestly do not believe how a family can fully bond at home when there are distractions such as the computer and TV [and watching a movie is not 100% bonding please].

To be honest once more, I don't see how anyone can fully enjoy a special time in this place. Don't shoot me, but well, it just seems that this place doesn't offer as much as I wish it could. Yes, I should be content. I just wish I could be actually proud of something distinctive. Some sort of culture I could be happy about, not the "creative" seat-reserving method by putting tissue on tables [utterly lacking in standard].

So what could be better than a trip overseas? Time with people you care about, with a temporary break from the stresses of life in a place that only knows stress [being honest again].

Well I've said it all, or maybe not.