It was 21 degrees Celsius. After I ate a bowl of spicy fried chicken rice and a croissant in Acsa, I walked home to watch Star Wars: The Mandalorian and Grogu on internet.
It was 18 degrees Celsius. After I strolled in Pacific Mall to watch FIFA World Cup 2026, I strolled in Summer Carnival 2026: Volume 2 to shop the booths.
It was 23 degrees Celsius. Before I ate a bowl of tomato meat bread rice and two eggs at home, I jogged in Pacific Mall Summer Carnival 2026: Volume 2 to shop the booths. I received few groceries to take at Acsa's sill.
It was 22 degrees Celsius. After a woman gave me several groceries at Acsa's sill, I jogged home to eat a bowl of tomato tuna broccoli rice, three unicorn cake pops, and an egg. I jogged in Downtown Markham food fest to shop the booths and to eat three hotdogs as fast as possible in a minute on a stage.
It was 22 degrees Celsius. I went in St. Timothy's Anglican Church and Acsa to eat an egg, a plate of creamy linguine fried chicken, and a plate of cookies.