Monthly Archives: January 2012

PSYcho

Once again, I have failed in updating my blog on a regular basis. Since the last update, my boyfriend has gotten back from Thailand and as everyone should know by now, I only blog when I have privacy. Don’t ask me why again
2012 has been a really good year so far. Nothing much to complain about. Life just seems to be getting better and now I feel like I should, in turn, treat life with a little bit more respect. Maybe the years that I spent being bitter over family drama and bad relationships were completely necessary. It takes time to deal with issues before the healing process can even start. It’d be a lie to say that I’m done dealing with the demons of my past, but I’m on my road to recovery. And that’s good enough for now.

Now to change topic completely, here’s something I’ve been listening to over the past week.

I know, not everyone’s cup of tea. Don’t think I would have even paid attention to it if it weren’t for Epic Tribe nights at Palate Palette.

Blurry, but that’s what the place looks like when it’s decorated.

Psytrance is the new black!

One way train to Thinsville!

Just because I feel SO full of myself today after taking that photo. 
Getting closer to my weight loss goal! Yay!

Obsessive Compulsive

Many people might not know, but I have always been a little OCD. It has faded away over time, especially over the past few years, but it’s taken some effort to get here. 
I’ve always liked (maybe even needed) balance. Whenever I accidentally touched something with my right hand, I’d have to touch it with my left hand too. Or if I kicked my left toe into a chair and it hurt, I’d have to do it with my right toe to get the same amount of pain. Getting up from the sofa and walking around the table to get something, I’d make it a point to walk around the other side of the table to get back to the sofa. And if I didn’t, I’d get up and walk around and back on the opposite side so that I would have passed both sides the equal amount of times.

I’ve also been pretty OCD with numbers. I like 3 and most multiples of 3 and I absolutely can not stand the number 4 (accept in 24, because it’s 8 x 3). It used to be so bad that if there was something I wanted to buy, and it came in a set of 4, I wouldn’t buy it, or I’d purposely lose (throw away) one, so that I would be left with 3. 

Although I can’t fully confirm why multiples of 3 appeal to me so much, I believe that it’s partially due to the fact that I was born on the 18th of September. Must have set in without me realizing it because I can’t remember far back enough to a time when I didn’t think 1809 was a very balance, pretty number. 
Over time, I forced myself to stop being so OCD about touching and walking around things. I’d purposely touch an object with one hand then sit still and force myself not to do anything with the other, despite how hard it was. And while I don’t think I have issues in buying things in fours now, my favouritism towards certain numbers has stuck.
I wouldn’t have thought about it if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m turning 24 this year. The biggest milestones in life (I feel) have always somehow been coordinated with the numbers I like. At 18, it was freedom from school. At 21, it was being completely legal and not having to worry about parental consent. And I always thought I’d get married at 24. My mum did it at that age, and I guess I grew up thinking that was the time for it to happen.
Now that I’m turning 24 this year and I’m nowhere near marriage, it’s made me reevaluate myself and think about the future. I don’t think I’ve given much thought to what I’d do with the rest of my life (after turning 24) if I didn’t already have a  husband and soon-to-be family to dedicate myself to. It’s definitely a little scary because I feel like 24 is the cut of point for stupidity and I should be smart enough to at least make proper decisions (most of the time) by the end of this year.
Maybe the world ending in 2012 isn’t such a bad thing. I’ve never hated the idea of it. In fact if it does happen, I would probably embrace it with open arms. But then again, the logical side of me fully doubts the possibility of an Apocalypse. I guess I’ll just have to try my hardest to get things right and then hope for the best.
By this time next year, I would have already passed the next milestone and I guess I’ll know how I feel about life after 24 then. Not sure if I’m looking forward to or dreading that day, but bring it on!

20fucking12!

I was actually a little reluctant to accept the fact that 2011’s come to an end. After all, it was such a good year in so many ways. But time waits for no one.

I’ve spent the last 6 new year’s eves out partying with friends. This year, I’m at home. I decided that if there wasn’t something meaningful for me to do or be a part of, I just wouldn’t do anything at all this time. Didn’t feel the need to put on a charade and socialize with people I don’t really know. Also, the crowd and traffic almost everywhere would be insane!

Having the past few days to myself has been quite relaxing and peaceful. I guess that’s as good a way as any other to usher in the new year 

Happy New Year everyone!!!
(insert imaginary fireworks)


Keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that 2012 is gonna be as good as, if not better than, 2011.