This morning I was checking random stuff on myspace and I came upon a profile focusing on the paranormal. Of course, it had it's load of very probably fake stuff and "my-house-is-haunted" videos, but then I came upon pictures of Orbs. For those who don't know, Orbs are white or blue circles you sometimes get in pictures. Anyway people into paranormal stuff claim it's spirit energy or whatever. What attracted my attention to orbs, is that I had seen those before, not in probably photoshoped pictures claiming to be paranormal, but on my own pictures taken in very creepy places for an orb to appear.

In my fourth year of high school I went to a field trip to Grosse Ile with my History class. (Grosse Ile is where the Irish who emigrated to Canada in the 19th century were isolated because of cholera and typhus) During this trip, I took tons of pictures about everywhere the group went and I caught some of these orbs. Spookily enough, they weren't in random locations, but only in places where it was known that people died.

When I came back from work this afternoon, I did a little research on orbs and found a variety of theories, both paranormal and perfectly scientific. The scientific views claim that they are dust particles, that a bug was in the camera lens or that it's simply the effect of the flash and of lightning. During my trip I caught 2 Orb pictures and I have to say I'm dubious of both the paranormal and scientific explanations. So here<s the background for each pictures (unfortunately, they were taken with a disposable camera -so I can't upload them here, and stayed at my parents')

My first spotty picture was taken in the Red Room, which was the room in which the patients of small pox where treated. (It was red to ease the patients' sensibility to light). Anyway when I developped my picture, it was full of white spots, some flashier than others. On the top of the picture, there is some extremely bright one that is my flash. Good. One point for science. But what of all the other spots surrounding my picture? Dust, yeah that can be possible, but why did I get spots on picture 2, which was taken in a normal day light place with nothing overwhelmingly dusty? Moving on to my camera. Yeah, it was disposable, not the best picture taking tool, I confess. That's where google comes to the rescue. Pictures taken inside the red room are very difficult to find on the net trust me. I managed to find two. One was photoshoped to make a ghost appear in the picture so that's stupid, but another was taken without photoshop involvement and surprisingly enough it is (almost) just as spotty as mine: ... 

When I took my picture I was standing at the front of the room and the very bright one on the wall is the same kind of dot I blame my flash for. And these spots are the same (In fact, even in the photoshoped pic, there were spots too). So do we all have extremely bad cameras? I admit that it could be dust particules, but I'm still suspicious because of the flashy one on the wall, which appears in both our pictures.

My next spotty picture was taken near an ambulance, where they took dead people!. The environment of the picture was quite clear (day light). And the spots don't appear randomly as in the red room one. Guess where? Mostly in the seat of the driver! A dusty coincidence or something more?

Anyone else had Orb experiences??

Science or Inexplicable??

I'm curious...

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 I'm off today! And tomorrow too! Which is good because work yesterday was absolute Mordor... I wonder if it's that humid in Mordor... probably because somewhere in RotK, Sam and Frodo were always thirsty... I wonder if it was always humid near Mount Doom, because with the fire and all the heat must have been dryer... and yes I'll stop. :P So humidity here is carzy, welcome to summer in Quebec. My hair is giving me a hard time and I had to get a anti-fuzzy spray.

And I got a bunch of letters friday! One from

lvthien

 (kawaiiiiiii!!!!!:D) and two from others I met on a penpalling site. So at the end of the week I'll go shopping for stationary and cute stuff, because I'm out of absolutely everything and I'll start replying to everyone then. :)

This morning I cleaned my room. This is an historical event for someone as messy as me. :P And I also into a minor panic because my parents are coming this saturday evening and I never want to clean when I get back from work (hey after 6 to 9 hours of cleaning, who wants to clean more anyway?!). I'm doing this because when things aren't orderly enough, they replace everything and I have to look for my stuff for ages.

I think I'll go to the library this afternoon. Of course, I could read at home, but I think they have air conditionning at the library...shiny. :P And I want to avoid melting.

The situation with my best friend hasn't really changed. I talk to her less and less. I think the bond will be cut naturally without me doing anything. And in a sense that's good, because even though I wanted to end it, I wouldn't have known how to say it. You know it's kind of hard after three years of pretty close friendship to come and say that it's not working anymore, even if it's true. I need new people in my life.

I'm hungry... this feels like a time for ice cream. :P

Noooooooooo!!! Got a sudden keyboard problem that caused me to erase all my entry. :( :( Bose!!!!

So what was I saying?

The situation with my best friend: it's not working anymore, and I don't know what to do. We've always been different, but we managed to get along because our personalities somewhat matched. Then we went off to university -different ones- and I don't know what happened, we both went through extreme changes. I became firmer on my beliefs (moving out of my parents, I realized I was an adult and therefore allowed to have values of my own even if it didn't march theirs) and she has become everything I'm against. Those of you who know me know how I hate superficiality and everything that goes into the realm of what I call pinkiness. And that's just the beginning of it I don't want to get into the whole thing. But here's the picture: can one really be friends with someone that has completely opposed values? Is it completely insane for me to think that it might be time to end it?

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. Once I ended a friendship for the wrong reasons, made sure there was no coming back once I did and now I regret it. But was that different? When I did that, I was all emo and depressed (and a bit immature), couldn't take what I was feeling and went out the easy way. So what is different now? I'm not emo and depressed first off and there are no feelings involved, I just feel very logically that this is not working. And I think I need to be with people more like me now. Still, I'm confused. We've been friends for a long time, we did share some good moments, but now...

Advice anyone???

Taken from lily_enelya:

1) Your name: Marie-Helene

Marie --> A French variation of Mary. Also, the name for that irresistibly mysterious girl whom you see around often, yet know nothing about.

9) Where did you go today? Well since it's exactly 6:34 in the morning and didn't have time go anywhere yet, I'll just say, for fun: Middle-earth!

Ok didn't find a definition, but look at whatr they give for LotR :D : 1) The best work of literary art ever created divided into three books each of which is subdivided into two books. A must–read for any human. 

Mwhahaha!! 

Now I'm off to work! It would be fun if people posted their answers too!

So ok! Since when has it become normal to throw room transfer notices right under my door at 10:30 in the evening? You know people, there are such things as the 2 o'clock mail to post your thing so I have time to prepare. But anyhow, my room transfer notice arrived yesterday at 10:30, which means I had a nice little nightly escapade between the second and third floors moving everything... all night. So I got about 3 hours of sleep early this morning and finished moving all the heavy stuff like the fridge and so on. And now I'm finished and sitting in the library with my laptop because my Internet connection will only be back in my new room in three days or so. Even if I'm dead tired and could barely stand this morning, I'm quite glad I did this overnight... So now I don`t have to panic and I can focus on being all fangirly for the show tomorrow. :P So yeah carpe noctem I guess! :P
Oh and if any of my penpals are reading this, I'll send all of you my new room number in a bit!

I got a nice parcel from my German penpal today filled with cute stuff. I don't remember if I met her via lj or penpalling sites, but if you're reading this thank you precioussss, it was very nice, and I'll get back to you asap! Speaking of letters, I'm almost done answering the letters I recieved in Apri or earlier. Now I only have to send 3 letters. 2 to people I met on penpalling sites and one to rebelfilms. The rest of you, your letters are in the mail, you should get them shortly! :)

And did I mention I'm going to see Nightwish friday??? SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

It was after the Cross’ hosts

spattered their red judgement

restless over the once green plain

` Reaper knew no concealment

The moon mirrored glittering dusts

of flesh carved ivory,

muddy billows eased their passing

amid the crusade’s hoofs

Silent he stood, sole survivor

Crawling from Hares’ pits

drenched in the blood of sacrifice,

tears dried by her last breath

To Hecate his kin he left

Blessing her pallid lips

With thorns growing within his soul

Announcing the tide’s drifts

Demon, Shadow, Hybrid of Time,

His life pledged in revenge

Circling the Earth as a fell sun

Burning plague of an age

Thus sanguine Beast began his Quest

A bloody pilgrimage

N’which he claimed his own with each drop

In the sea of his rage

He was a Bacchus flushed with Blood

Caesar of stealth and Fear

Though glory did not take his grief

He went on in death smeared

A year had passed and spring now shone

Though Damocles’ sword

Hanging upon him, murd’ring sleep

Made sun and moon grow cold

And to this place he roamed once more

Kneeling upon her mound

He uttered a last litany

For her lost soul to soothe

But soundless whispers words replaced

Ere Hermes fell to dust

For nothing more had he to give…

Still the pendulum swung

Thence his revenge he offered her

A long red libation

Claiming the shards of his being

Last hope of redemption

This crimson mound one recalls still

As the Amaranth grows

Amid the specks of a full moon

And the tale of the crow

Remember a broken kin’s toil,

Centuries’ lore demised

For the bloodlust of the fittest,

Though (wrongly) in gold dignified

Remember.