So it's about 4:30 AM here in China. My biological clock is messed up so bad. My sleep pattern isn't even in the US, since I slept so much on the plane here. After the first four hours (a total of 14 hours total) of the plane ride, I felt like it could not get any worse.

It did. There was a baby sitting a few rows back, and would scream frequently, and give a little surprise occasionally.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you were you think that it will go on forever, and you will die there? This was the exact case for me. The hours went by slowly, and I had nothing to do but play Apollo Justice on my DS. I was a bit reluctant about playing it non-stop, since I found out that the airplane outlets weren't working (It's not the voltage difference). Besides sleeping and shouting "Objection!", I had nothing to do.

However, I am in China now, and the plane ride was worth it (although I am still questioning it). I hope to bring back many things from China and Japan.

The Chinese 7-Up tastes different than the American 7-up.

PS: There may be more entries posted at times like this if I can't get over my jet lag.