vancouver

it's about 17 degrees. kind of chilly, compared to the sunny LA.
well, at least a nice break for my burnt skin.
have been reading harry potter pretty much through out the flight. got a few guys' attention of what i'm reading, and started to chat up with me. don't ask me who died. i haven't gone through with the whole book.
tried to retell the story of the fiasco two weeks ago, but my aunt said she can still sense my resentments towards, well, you know who. and it felt like so long ago, what had happend. the heartbreaking moments, the drinking, the bonding. maybe the shallowness of LA and retail therapy helped a bit to get over with the whole episode.
well, at least i'm here. Vancouver. a city in which i've dwelled for a year.
more memories shall re-surface in the coming days.