Went to Eastwood (the last time I went there was....when? Can't recall) to buy groceries and try out the "hot, steaming egg tarts" my housemate victor loves so much that he bought six on his every visit. The last time I bought the eggtart was so pathetically cold and I was complaining "what kinda eggtart is this that you can't resist buying six every time", and he went like " no, no, no, you've got to eat when it is freshly baked cuz when it's hot and you're hungry you would then understand my passion for eggtarts". Oh well, I finally went for it when it's "hot and steaming" (I actually asked the eggtart girl how long I need to wait for the freshly made batch and came back after 20 minutes, as she told me to). True enough, it tastes good when I was yearning for hot food to fill my poor tummy.
And I was cursing the sun, the hot dry summerish weather even after I indulged myself with two fresh eggtarts. Luckily I managed to find a seat at a shady spot. Two ABC little girls sat beside me (I presume they are waiting for their parents who were busy shopping) each holding a box of DEEP-FRIED chicken nuggets and a big packet of HOT CHIPS. I was thinking like, " Wow you two puny chicks can really finish that much FATTENING FOOD ar? Sure boh, don't tell me those are your lunch. " While they were munching on those deep-fried fastfood they had a reasonably loud conversation with English curses that I previously wouldn't imagine coming out from two young girls of primary school age. See what westernisation can do.
If you're wondering I AM STILL SUFFERING from the HEAT right now. Super tulan-ed, why can't I have air-con in my room??? My fan on maximum speed is doing little help. Today's return bus trip from Eastwood was one of the most enjoyable because the air-conditioner worked well.
The locals will think otherwise, but no doubt summer is my least favourite season in Australia. So strange.
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