It’s been hot like this for a couple of weeks now. I am so cooked, plus the factor that I am still not well, I feel like having no motivation to do anything.

Saying hot, I actually had realised that I have become so rediculous on talking about it. In beijing, the temprature can go up to over 40 degrees in the hottest days, while here we can at least have a good sleep at night without sweating at all. Most of summer time in Queanbeyan, we have our cotton quilt on for the nights, which means we can alway cool down for a day and get recovered from heat. Air con is almost not a neccessary appliance for a household like ours, but I still keep complaining about heat, coldness, wind, dryness, too much rain and everything. What’s wrong with me?

Isn’t this funny?? We are nothing but creatures of habit. We keep adjusting ourselves to the present and so easily forget about the past. I wondered if human’s memory really works based on truth