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I detest change. For those of you who already know me well enough, I enjoy consistency. I find great comfort and am at my happiest when plans go on accordingly. Note: Lunch at 12 pm means 12 pm lah. Change it to 1 pm and I can get very very angry wtf.

Sigh. But ironically, change IS one of the constants in life. So yeah, talk about stupid bloody life ironies.

Throughout my 21 years, I have more or less learned have been forced to deal with a couple of major changes. With friends ke, family ke, education ke, you get my drift. Whether it is dealt with properly or not, is another question all together. But the fact that I have learned how to suck it up and move on with the change, meant a great deal to me. As pathetic as this sounds, I realized at a very late age that nothing can ever stay the same. So why fight it, I thought. And as much as I hated it, the moment I came into terms with it, I (think I) was a lot happier. Sounds like a life achievement to a certain extend, kan? Chewah. :p

Ooh, before I move on, let me just share a little something that may explain why I don’t handle changes very well:

1. I have never shifted homes before. 21 years in the same ol’ environment kinda helps explain things a little, yes?

2. I have always been in the same kindergarten, primary and secondary school. With proper transitions to the next level aside, I never had a “transfer” like some did.

Spoilt, much? My parents think so too. I talked to Mum and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, if I experienced a detachment from my so-called comfort zone when I was younger I might be more versatile than I am today. Then again, who’s to know eh?

And yes, for those who were wondering, it still does get a little difficult sometimes for me when new changes come along. Just that, it won’t be about petty things like lunch times lah wtf. I’d be emo-fied to hell for nights at a time whilst scheming up a plan to put things back as they were even though I know very well it’ll be redundant. After that, heart pain lah. Failure wert, so I’d sit and sulk at corner for another few days after which I’d force myself to face it. And then finally realizing, “Hey. This isn’t so bad after all!”

Hahaha! Yeah, I wonder why on earth do I put myself in such torturous state sometimes. -_- The human behaviour intrigues me a lot like that. Hence, the Psych major. Hoho.

Joke:

How many psychologists does it take to change a light bulb?
- None. The light bulb will change itself when it’s ready.
- Just one, but the light bulb really has to want to change.
- Just one, but it takes nine visits.

Hahaha! Yes lah, lame lah lame lah.

Know what, Aaron? I think I’ve just wasted 5 minutes of your reader’s precious time reading this nonsense. You sure you want me to be doing this often? :p