N'importe Quoi, N'importe Quand

- The giddy feeling from being a fanboy/fangirl over someone or something is indeed sado-masochistic. I'm still a fangirl now though I've slowed down with my crazy attitude. In terms of being a fangirl, I would definitely be in the transition from the 7th to 8th phase of Erikson's stages of development.

- Sick with nausea, yet again! One of the things I used to be so boastful about was my near-immaculate immune system, one that could rival Lex Luthor's. Since 2010, it has been near-fail with the occasional nausea, dizziness and fatigue. This is most likely a slap across the face with the hand of disease and justice from karma for me being a snob in the past.

- Luck is rather strange in my life. Good luck often comes in the form of money... hence why people like requesting me to bet for them as I normally win a nice sum. I'd rather not encourage or get their hopes up, they're only losing money and potentially ruining their lives (relationships and financial status especially). It's not worth the risk if you're a novice playing an extremely risky game.
Bad luck normally revolves around health. There are too many examples to give; however, the most recent example would be going on a cruise, get sick from eating pizza (only food available on the boat; I am also lactose intolerant), feel sea sick, dizzy and almost suffer from a seizure and throw up from the bright and flashing lights inside a slightly over-crowded room (to my standards anyway as a mild claustrophobe). I prefer  the ridiculous ones like the aforementioned; despite it being bad luck, it's a funny story to tell.

- I never should have quit learning French. I was learning the equivalent of the French language taught in the 2nd grade but it improved my speaking and writing skills in English (it was more of a mess before now). Most importantly I began to understand the structure and functions of language. Ironically, my voice sounds better when I talk and sing in French than in English. I can also remember the words to French songs better (thank you, Camille!).

- It's just not worth trying if there's only going to be disappointment and sadness above everything else. It hurts but I keep letting it happen because I don't want to see you sad.

- One cannot spell "rage" without "rae".

Halloween / All Souls Day

This is the first year where my home was not bombarded with trick-or-treaters. Probably because I live on a busy road... I see trick-or-treating more as a "quiet street" thing as less busy, quiet streets can be used to one's advantage. Main advantage is the Rimmer alternative, commonly known as running away (in case the person who opens the door turns out to be an extremely irritable person who tells you to piss off then chases after you while claiming Halloween is for idiot kids with no education... gee, thanks Dad... that was sadly the first and last Halloween I ever celebrated as a trick-or-treater). Seriously though, I'm kind of disappointed since I was looking forward to see how creative people were with their costumes and bought candy.

What I'm also disappointed about is the lack of creativity (or clothing) of some people who go to Halloween parties or trick-or-treat. As much as I enjoy the eye candy (emergency and school girl uniforms with a sexy twist are particularly popular), Halloween doesn't seem to be the appropriate time to dress less, and it's barely spooky (depending on the look of the person and what floats your boat, the level of spookiness can be contested).

Halloween night was scary (how I easily get scared and told to be brave before sleeping). Cam and I spent the night on MSN reading, discussing and linking Pokémon theories and creepypastas. One might argue that the games are just for kids and there's nothing scary about it; believe me, there are heaps of mature themes in the games (besides one's untreated gambling addiction at Celadon or Goldenrod). What will forever haunt me about the Pokémon games are the original first generation Red, Blue and Yellow. I owned and played each game, but for each one I stopped at a particular point. That point is Rock Tunnel and prior to getting my brother to help me (thanks bro!), it will be remembered as the first (three) times I rage quit (at 8 years old, hahaha!). After my brother helped me (thrice), I picked up the games again and moved on to Lavender Town. I could only get past this town while it was broad daylight and if my family was home. I was even afraid of doing house chores in case a ghost crept through the walls and scared me (whenever I was home alone, which was most of the time). The volume was always off as the music was beautiful, sad and creepy [link1], [link2]. Thanks to the Internet, there's also this little ditty to make something once creepy to be hella creepy [link3]. For anyone who are prone to dizziness, migraines, seizures, epileptic fits (just to name a few) due to audio sensitivity, I recommend NOT listening to the last link. Everything was okay until close to the 9 minute mark, that's when I started feeling dizzy and experiencing flashing lights (strangely it happened though it wasn't caused by visuals :/).

Anyway, it's time to catch up on food, work and prayers. It's always at this time I feel closer to my grandparents, so I pray they are well.

Does it offend you, yeah?

I was once in the deepest, most blissful sleep ever having a most wonderful dream... only to be woken up by cats getting it on on my front lawn, right outside my bedroom window at 3am in the morning. They were doing it for more than half an hour and meowing loud. Actually, this has happened on more than one occasion. Precious sleep and study time has been disrupted due to cats casually fucking. I have since moved from that house.

I would like to thank my friends who have supported me on MSN and in real life, despite laughing at my situation and perfecting the mimicry of the sexed up cats.