(Chinese versions coming soon)
I’m staring and thinking about what I’m gonna say and… drawing blank. I wish I have personal, wild stories to share about my Halloweens but the truth is, it is scarce. Has my life been this pathetic (don’t answer that)? So I did a psycho-analysis on my entire
pathetic peculiar life so far on how I could possibly missed Halloween and drew this conclusion. First of all, Halloween is… not very happening in Taiwan, which was unfortunately where I wasted my prime-time-Halloween-peak-ages from 2 to 10 years old. Then I moved to Vancouver when I was 12, an awkward age where I JUST missed the boat on getting away with dressing-up-and-asking-for-candy-is-cute. And then came the teenage years which I consider to be the dark ages of Halloween because a dinosaur costume would be adorable retarded, but a slutty-anything costume would just be… sexy let’s just say raising concerns.