i think it was around this time last year when, standing in the mrt train on a normal mundane day home from work, i smsed wyn about going to canada in december and she went okay and off we flew. i recall the scary hostel we stayed at near st. laurent station. walking to and from the station to the hostel trying not to slip on the snowtunedice snow and feeling oh so cold. i really wonder what montreal looks like in the spring, summer and season. for now, i only know canada is the one blanketed in white and layers of clothing and chilly and snowy. ain't it quaint now wyn just sms me 's for spadina'. where she wants to be now.!!!!. spadina for roast duck wyn? i'd love to go back to queenstreet to walk th rock and roll feelin streets. :)