Perth part...something
Despite not buying anything, my trip to Northbridge was enjoyable because of the quirky little shops they have there. And of course, the food wasn't too bad either. We settled our lunch at this restaurant selling Vietnamese/Chinese/Singaporean/Malaysian/Burmese (AHAH dying assholes)/ Cambodian food, basically anything from all the "Bong dong fong fong dong nya nya nya" countries.

As you can see, it's an extremely popular place for the locals to eat at, we had to wait three seconds before getting a seat. The place smelled slightly of grease and the staff were practically "Bong dong fong fong dong nya nya nya"-ing to each other. The gaudy-looking SAIGON CAFE sign didn't really help the atmosphere either but I was determined to eat as much as possible in Perth so, not biggie.

I ordered beef tripe noodles and this plate of beansprouts and mint leaves arrived before my bowl of noodles. People of at least average intelligence will know, "Oh this is what I put in my soup, seeing as how raw beansprouts are not very palatable" but of course, some genius like my girlfriend will think differently. She squeezed the wedge of lemon over the raw vegetables, thinking that they just served us the appetiser and I just stared at her, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Isn't...the lemon supposed to be...squeezed-"
"No."
"...Oh. Oh."
Small mistake really, nothing compared to the bigger guffaws she has made. Speak well English, mmm?

This is the Vietnamese lemon soda I ordered, notice that it's Vietnamese hence it's different from Schweppes'. Seriously though, this is very different from the gassy lemonade we get in cans. Of course, there's lemon and soda but I think there was salt added as well. I should try to make it myself but knowing me, I will probably end up creating some mixture consisting of wine, coca cola, brown sugar, soy sauce, fish sauce and lemon juice. Yes, I have done that before and yes, I drank everything.

Jules' braised beef noodles or something. Tasted surprisingly bland despite looking rather menstrual but at least the beef was tender and soft enough to shred under the slightest pressure.

My beef noodles which tasted average until I added the fish sauce. There was a whole world of difference and now, I have newfound appreciation of the condiment which looks like tobacco spit and smells like...fish. Shit, I feel like eating pho now.

Another picture, just because.

Northbridge has tons of these shops selling vintage clothes (nicer term for "dirty-ass second hand clothes with white stains near the crotch area") . This room is on the second floor of the shop and it has nothing but ornamented furniture and clothes for sale. Can you notice the lazy clone job?

Wah lao chee bye, you're not cute la.

Of course, we had to eat again. The eclair was okay, not as good as the INTERCONTINENTAL eclair we had earlier which was FUCKING gigantic but so FUCKING delicious. I didn't get a picture of it because I was too busy burying my face in the mass of custard, cream and chocolate.
...So, I have no idea how to end this entry. Boo bee boo wah.