- COFFEE.
- Remember I mentioned my weekends when I was 14-15? Those that took place in MidValley? If you had seen me then, it would've been special if you saw me without a coffee in my hand. I LOVE coffee. Fastforward 6 years later and I can't love it. It's not that I don't love it anymore but I CAN'T. For some reason, coffee and my stomach have issues with each other and can no longer get along. Whenever coffee comes near, stomach gets gastric and Lydia wants to throw up. - Shark's Fin Soup
- I was raised with the stereotypical Chinese believe that expensive food = good food. I grew up eating this grotesque soup for most of my life until one day... I read up about Tibetan Monks.... Nothing to do with sharks but somehow it lead to me reading a first hand account at how people kill the sharks just for their fins. I can no longer love it as I used to. In fact, I can no longer smell it or look at it. It is that bad. Anyway, my Sharkie (the magnet) and SharkBag wouldn't agree to me drinking it either. - Ducky and Duckie (Creative, I KNOW)
- The two identical ducks that I was attached to from 6 years old to 14 years old. What happened? My Mum threw one when I was 9 and the other when I was 16. Without telling me. Am I still angry? ...YES. - Dick Whittington and his Cat
- Okay. Hear me out on this one. It's an English folktale. And I used to have the book in my bookcase that was situated IN my bed's headboard and I would read it EVERY night in primary school. I still read it in my secondary years and when we changed our beds, I couldn't find it anymore!! This book taught me the meaning of the word 'thrice' when I was 8! I need it back. If anyone has this book, please lend it to me! - N'Sync
- Need I say more? They're disbanded! - Listening to new stuff from my favourite JRock bands
- Why can't I do that anymore? Most are disbanded, some are dead (literally) and the rest just became boring and generic... Only Dir en grey and X Japan keep me going now. And occasionally, Kagrra,. - Doing math equations in the checkered exercise book
- Well, I no longer need to do that but I used to really enjoy it (My OCD with the numbers and boxes earns me praise from teachers). Whether I knew what I was equating or not, is a totally different thing altogether. - Copying favourite panels from comic books
- I no longer do it because my comic books physically get worn out when I hold it and draw. They get dirty and they bend down the spine. I don't like that. My OCD won't take it. - Dreaming
- My dreams are getting weirder and I see it as an omen... a very bad omen.
...
I don't have a #10?
My OCD-alert is ringing off it's hook/hinges.
Gimme 5 minutes to think of something.
... OKAY.
NUMBER 10.
MY OCD.
I can no longer love it because... can't you tell how many things in my life it's disrupting?
