The Etiquet of the commuter

Door closure : checked 9 times
Gas: checked 18 times
plugs: each checked 3 times....there are 5 of them in total
hand washed.....: lost count

People are inconsiderate sometimes, actually I am wrong, they are inconsiderate always. due to my OCD quirkiness, I don't really like being touched ' accidentally' by strangers. Now before your mind wonders, I don't mean the porn movie kind, I meant the really annoying communitng etique that people lack on the train.

Now, I admit I do not possess particulary tall physic, and being small has its advantages most times. but when it comes to seating etiquete on the underground, sometimes i wish I am 6ft 5 and look like a mafia boss.

Today while I travelled on my long commute, disengaged in my ipod and Wuthering Heights, my elbow was jammed off the arm rest by a man blessed with enourmous biceps. Why does fat/large/OTT steroid buffed man always decides to sit next to me? Do being small means that they can therefore invade my ELBOW space! Being squashed by 2 fat shoulders is very very inconvenient, I can't even turn the page of my paper because my arms are pinned against my body. And this is just sitting down.

Standing is another story, I am invisible to tall people while standing on the train. Oh I don't mean they should give up their seat for me, cus we all know there are no such thing as a gentleman. I mean literally they can't see me. While i secure my spot next to a railing with my back to the glass pannel on the train, a tall dude decides that the wide space in the rest the the carriage is simply not big enough for him, and he would only fit in my spot! while I was still there. So after he stepped on my toe, I jammed my folder into his back. ' oh sorry, didn't see you there !' he says. ' un hum...' I sighed; what I really want to say was ' sure you didn't see me you jackass! ' but I am a lady, and ladies don't shout.

But...all the above behaviours can be excused if you are Brad Pitt; or smells like a bunch of roses. The most annoying, and OCD triggering traveller is the ones with a mysterious stench. although its not required to smell like Chanel or Hugo boss, its customary to at least smell like soap while travelling in packed carriage so crammed that's unfit for animal transportation.

some people carries mysterious odours that my nose is unable to decifer. once I was sure I can even taste it in my mouth! Needless to say, the tooth brushing count was through the roof that day.

May be i will bring my painting folder tomorrow, its surprising that when you carry a large object in your hand, shaped like a baseball bat, people seems to see you much more clearly!

The beginning

Door locks : checked 5 times
fire safety : checked at least 6 times
windows locked : check only twice


Light switches.........actually, it hasn't got to that point yet

Here I was sitting in my flat staring at the computer screen surfing through the millions and millions of websites looking for something to do; pondering like all the other weekends before, that I should start writing, sharing my thoughts with the world etc etc.

the difficult thing is where to start? what is about me that can be interesting enough to share with the world, that is filled with already published books, films, and currently the magic TV. who ever invented the TV, desearves a Nobel prize.

It even got to the point where I was searching through google to find ' How to write a book', ' how to tell a story'. Like so many cliches, it always said, to be a writer, one must write about what one knows best, oneself!

so I thought i talk about me : )

• I am almost thirty ( and if you are thinking how close this ' almost ' is, don't, its rude )
• I am single ( not sure is this is good or bad yet, commitment is overrated)
• I am a doctor ( contrary to wide belief, a little OCD is probably the best thing that's happend, can you imaging your doctor not washing their hands before they touch you! eeewww ! )
• I definetly think I have OCD

I don't know about you, but I know the fact is that everyone has a certain amount of Obsessive compulsiveness, its....well its my coping strategy. unlike many others, I know exactly when my OCD started, the day I started Anatomy class back in Med school, and my lab partner ( no ironically not me ) fainted facing downwards towards the body. Imagning well preserved juices of formaldyhyde that will never ever ever come out of your sweater, even if you are just standing there, multiply by at least 10 is the result of actually dipping your hair in it too. My friend is now a psychiatrist, so you get the jist of the degree of mental trauma.

OCD isn't all that bad, I carry an alcohol hand spray way before the swine flu fiasco, all my friends who considered me a freak before now doesn't hesitate to ask for a little spray too. Baby wipes, definetly comes in handy when sitting on the train, and the table before you is just covered in...what you hope was coffee. And what is so bad about wanting to live in a clean flat.

So this is the beginning, to rant and review the world through my OCD eyes. I'll keep you posted