plane rides to me are quite strange.
i guess it's pretty obvious, but i never look at it in this way, flying is a way of cheating the creation of the date and time. there was only night when we were on the plane, we were running away form the day. airplane food was disgusting, i remember they tasted so much better when i was 7. oh the security threw out my hair product , it was new, that kinda sucked, then he started criticizing my school, then telling me to go to ubc arts, he was a cunt.
we left canada at 230am and arrived at 530am the next day.
it was hot and smells funny,
(Christian, i wanna you in your dandy clothes here)
and the day was strangely lengthy, but my lack of sleep didn't really have any affect.
spent the day basically with family and walking around my old neighborhood,(Lindsay you would love these buildings, the walls are great),
didn't take long till i got a tank top tan.
one thing that shocked me is that , no one gives hugs, well or even a hand shake, even family members, to then it was a bit shocking. like, they started feeling a bit uncomfortable,
met up with haohao at night, realized that being here is... well, there's not much to do. not really a place to get dirty wasted
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