...And An All-Day Adventure

Misinterpretation is a funny thing. Not long ago, my ears were victim to a piercingly loud television set located in the other room that happened to be airing the Filipino Channel. My mother was watching a particular program belonging to the drama genre and I could clearly hear a girl crying, if not, a moaning sound of some sort. From where I was (my room), it sounded like a porno. You'd think the same. I 'almost' wanted to investigate.

Today I visited a couple of places, though not by choice. My mother recently took a months absence of leave from work. Considering the amount of free time she currently has, you could imagine her desire to visit many places. Due to her incapability to operate an automobile, I was forced to transport her to these places.

Our first destination was a certain solicitor's office in Parramatta. While my mother was at her appointment, I decided to drive nearby to Westfield and search for potential clothing purchases. My search wasn't too expansive, for I only visited Myer and David Jones. I eventually came across a sweet pair of Lost Highway skinny jeans in an acid grey color. Hopefully that size 30 will still be there when I return.

Next destination was Rouse Hill Town Center. It's always a delight visiting this place, though the concept of an out-door shopping environment finally displayed its disadvantages thanks to the extreme winds circling about. We didn't spend too much time here, in fact the only reason we visited Rouse Hill was so I could buy me a pack of churros. I got so greedy, I bought myself two lots of them.


When you dip these babies in chocolate, it tastes too damn good. I'm glad to see a cafe in Sydney that focuses on these Spanish treats. The people that work at this cafe are a friendly bunch too. I remember many months ago, I bought myself a pack of churros and ice-cream covered with hundreds and thousands. When the lady walked over to hand me my food, she wittingly asked "are you the little baby who ordered this"?

Our next destination was Windsor. My mother wanted to visit my old man at his work to give him some documents that required his signature. I didn't mind driving all the way to Windsor because not only would I be able to drive by the pretty houses in Windsor Downs, but for the first time I'd be seeing where my dad works. Finding his work was annoyingly difficult which consisted of extremely slow driving and unclear directions over the phone. I eventually dropped my mother off while I devoured the churros I had bought from Rouse Hill.

The final destination was actually the place I currently reside. St. Clair yo. I had to visit the Post Office to post out some shirts I had sold on eBay. You know what they say; there's no harm selling a bunch of shirts that have become obsolete to you. Okay fine, I don't actually know anyone who says that, but I think you see where I'm coming from.

Well I'm going to log off now, but before that I'd just like to say Happy Birthday Det !